Chapter 1210

NO．114：Rhodes Island-style 80

"You're Aomo Lindun?"

The silver-haired, golden-eyed girl curiously peered at the rearview mirror; the sickle-like diagonal on her head was her most striking feature, and perhaps next was her unruly, defiant manner of appearance.

Bombs and such, in the end, did not explode.

However, there was a very cool but meaningless drift brake, almost touching the sidewalk by a tiny margin, and also nearly touching the raised arm of Trexith.

A one-centimeter distance indeed brought the car to a halt, saved the vehicle, and caused Trexith to lower the arm he had raised in front of the doctor.

The beast-like, vicious creature behind shrank back, the martial artist gathering momentum lowered his stance, the gathered bay current dispersed accordingly……all kinds of power were receding, including Cherenina beside Aomo, who at that moment finally relaxed her hand resting on the sword hilt at her waist.

At this moment, Aomo, on the contrary, felt a few points of hope to see what would happen if she truly made contact.

But that was destined to be nothing but a delusion.

The girl named Vishdial indeed lacked neither aggression in her gaze nor in her words, especially toward the doctor, Trexith, and Kal'si, showing not a shred of a pleasant expression, yet she unexpectedly restrained herself, all her sharpness limited to speech, never put into action.

Whether it was the excellent education of Miss Trexialia taking effect, or this girl herself judged that the team's composition was sensitive enough.

Not to mention whether some excessive pranks could be achieved, just her 'dangerous' drift brake could easily escalate into internal factional disputes within Rhodes Island—but seriously speaking, it would not cause trouble for the Kazdial Military Committee.

After all, the committee chair was right in front of the doctor, and if held accountable, it would still be this little girl acting as the driver who bore the responsibility herself.

Perhaps realizing this, the little girl did not go further.

Everyone also unexpectedly did not hold her accountable, and at that time, Aomo also belatedly realized.

Perhaps the preventive shot the doctor administered earlier was not merely a thoughtful introduction for this 'outsider' himself, but also to avoid himself becoming angry due to it, turning into a 'non-conformist' accuser.

It was entirely hinting at 'We don't care, so you don't need to nitpick with the kid.'

One must say, this attitude and handling method……felt somewhat familiar, Aomo thought.

For Vishdial, to Doctor Rhodes, she might be a Zhouri Ningjing.

Then, in this interpersonal triangle, would the Chazuo of Mancity be Miss Trexialia?

This doubt would only be known upon meeting, but at least for now, he indeed could not muster any hostility toward this girl, even if her gaze and words were not polite.

"Vishdial, mind your manners," the parent, or rather the boss, would speak on his behalf, just as the doctor did now, "He is also a guest of Trexialia."

"I've already been polite enough, huh," the girl smirked, revealing the overly idealistic side of Rhodes Island workplace relations, "I didn't even set off the welcome fireworks for you."

You'd better put it in central Trexsen; even if the daily chat atmosphere is quite nice, no trainer would dare speak to Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan like that.

"You'd better be saying the real welcome fireworks." Muerseus, sitting in the back, sighed.

"You're making Trexialia lose face," Trexith, sitting in the last-row corner, said lightly, "I'm considering letting Manfred replace your position."

"That airheaded nose-dripping spoon could protect His Highness!?"

What a quality epithet……even Rotzl? ffel came out……

No need for translation procedures—their localized Berde language exchange already made Aomo more convinced that Miss Vishdial was indeed a 'Zhouri Ningjing-style' positioning, even the 'quality' aspect was identical; turning back, he might have to again assume the appearance of a civilized, quality person in front of Miss Trexialia.

And as Trexialia's brother, Trexith obviously did not approve of his sister's choice of bodyguard.

"Bodyguard? You might be better at making enemies."

"You——!"

"Sorry to interrupt," Aomo coughed twice, "I don't advise the driver to talk while driving, nor do I advise passengers to respond to the driver's topics; this easily makes other passengers feel unsafe."

Normally speaking, that is indeed the case.

But in this extended limousine, it's extremely likely only the doctor has no solution to a car accident.

And with the whole team paying attention and supporting, a car accident would not even count as a crisis for the doctor.

So Aomo's words cannot stand.

Although they don't hold up, they are still a usable step, suitable for a driver who is still angry and wants to be stubborn.

And also for another who, although dissatisfied, does not really want to lose face for the organization in front of outsiders.

Thus, after the silent showdown through the rearview mirror, the subsequent journey was very smooth and quiet.

So quiet that everyone in the carriage had nothing to say, replaced by everyone holding their phones, or directly tapping on terminals.

Wanting to say something, they just said it through the network window, but although Aomo had joined this group's work chat, seeing the still-poor chat records, he only felt he had been 80-ed.

No need to doubt, this bunch definitely has quite a few small groups!

Removing the work group with the boss, then opening another employee small group—this has always been the natural intention of office workers' socializing, but such groups lacking only oneself can only be——

【Trexith sent you a chat room invitation】

"……"

Turning back to glance at the guy in the back-seat corner who didn't even lift his head, Aomo turned his head and clicked to join, immediately seeing a group of repetitive welcomes.

That was one enthusiastic and splendid.

Then Aomo waited for management to grant permission, opened the chat history and scrolled through—one minute ago, the doctor was still asking why he wasn't in the group, while a bunch of people all said something, turns out he wasn't in?

Well……

Aomo had to admit this was his own fault.

During this period, he has been coming at the agreed time to clock in and idle, while the vast majority of 'colleagues' are also busy with their own work, so he rarely has a chance to communicate feelings with them.

The person he chatted with most frequently was actually Trexith, because he and Aomo are both redundant, pure equipment accessories, so Aomo simply found amusement in him, very 'generously' lending him several monster cards to test compatibility one by one.

The direct result of this kind of life lasting nearly two weeks was that his communication frequency ranked from high to low as: Trexith, Rhodes, Muerseus, Evelet (visiting Hemor and saying hello along the way), Kal'si, Xiaoguang (she seems to care much about the card-making machine, but Aomo doesn't dare let her touch it), Guangguang (Xiaoguang's sister, also a newly recognized elder of the Chazuo, more concerned about the Chazuo's recent situation), Sofiya (Guangguang and Xiaoguang's aunt, once appeared together with Qianming as the Qianming representative's friend, occasionally accompanying Guangguang over), Biqueteke (Schweiya Bureau Chief rarely has free time, but still manages to squeeze out some time bringing drinks and snacks, Aomo also casually asked about the progress of the investigation into the comic exhibition attack), Lapulande (she usually doesn't come, but occasionally when Cherenina comes over, it seems to trigger a chain summoning of her).

After that came single-digit communication counts.

The people he chatted with in this period were instead so numerous as to approach three digits, after all, Rhodes Island company has too many people curious about Aomo Lindun.

Not to mention whether it's goodwill or malice, Aomo's workstation is fixed at two places daily, making it easy to find; during training sessions, there's no need to worry about insufficient permissions to enter, the only obstacle being that Trexith occasionally finds this group annoying.

Obstructing himself from being beaten up by Aomo, or alternatively, finding Aomo to demand a beating.

Because Aomo treats everyone equally, he refuses no one's visit.

Originally, the aforementioned visitors would mostly chatter for not long, his remaining boredom time could just be used to witness the diversity of Rhodes Island's staff, without getting tired of it.

However, in this regard, the Chairman of the National Defense Committee of Kazdail demonstrated a deterrent power beyond Aomo's expectations.

Standing there, he caused many employees to voluntarily retreat, greatly hindering Aomo's investigation of Rhodes Island.

But it wasn't a major issue, after all, both sides were quite interesting; no matter what, he grew increasingly distant from his former consultant colleagues, even refusing every post-work team-building dinner.

Turning back, he seemed unfamiliar with everyone.

As a result, this marginalization was obvious; ideally, familiar Tracy and Roshan should have noticed, but due to their lack of attention to social matters, they only now realized he was absent from the small group.

Sadly, my friend.

As Aomo thought this, he scrolled through the chat room member list and discovered that the sidelined superior was not the company's top doctor, nor the ever-p-faced Tracy, but rather Kelhsi, the company's third-in-command who also wore a perpetual p-face; only then did this sorrow shift its focus.