Chapter 142: Why Is My Career Panel in a 2D Art Style? Chapter 59

Danika let out a long sigh, making Cole, seated beside her at the desk, glance over curiously: "Captain, why are you sighing so early in the morning? Is work really that painful?"

Hearing this, Danika shot Cole—a top-tier workhorse—a look, about to speak, when he suddenly leapt to his feet as if he'd seen a ghost: "Bro…"

"You're not dead?!"

Seeing his reaction, Danika turned around—and saw a familiar young man standing behind her.

It was Li Ang.

Danika's expression instantly became complex: "Li Ang, you're alright?!"

"Where did you hide these past few days?"

Facing the question, Li Ang obviously couldn't say he'd fled to another world: "I got injured that day and found a random place to hide."

Not wanting to dwell on the topic, he added: "Has Director Ma Kusi arrived?"

"He's here, in his office," Danika stood and led Li Ang toward the director's office. "What? Do you have a lead to report to him?"

She assumed Li Ang had uncovered something that night, which was why he came looking for Ma Kusi.

Li Ang didn't mention he'd come to quit the Peacekeeping Bureau—such matters were best kept quiet until finalized.

Soon, the two arrived before the director's office.

Seeing Danika reach for the door handle, Li Ang said: "Captain, wait outside."

Danika froze, then turned to him: "Is it that serious? Even I can't know?"

Still, she let go of the handle: "Fine, I won't intrude on your little tête-à-tête with the director."

"That's disgusting, Captain."

Li Ang muttered a retort, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

As soon as he entered, Danika stretched, nearly popping a button off: "This kid…"

She'd sensed something off about Li Ang.

Compared to before, she now felt something terrifying lurked beneath his unchanged exterior.

Thinking of a possibility, her gaze flickered: "No way…"

Meanwhile.

After entering the director's office, Li Ang saw a burly man with slightly reddish skin, feet propped on his desk, fast asleep.

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Li Ang's eye twitched.

So the director's daily routine was to nap right after arriving?

He stepped forward and tapped the desk, softly calling: "Director Ma Kusi…"

Ma Kusi jolted awake, nearly toppling off his chair: "Who—?"

Once he recognized the figure before him, his brow lifted: "Back already?"

"Tell me what happened that night."

Li Ang didn't follow Ma Kusi's lead—he stated his purpose outright: "Director, I'm quitting the Peacekeeping Bureau."

Normally, a Peacekeeping Bureau officer wouldn't need to go through such trouble to resign—just follow the procedure.

But Li Ang was a latecomer, a former prisoner turned officer.

When Danika helped him gain status as an unofficial citizen, the condition was that he work for the Bureau—a clause written into his employment contract.

The term was long: under normal circumstances, he owed ten years of service.

Resigning was simple: just pay the fee.

But for Li Ang, who had only ten thousand Five-Star Radiance coins left, that sum was astronomical.

So if he didn't want to pay, the only way out was to get the Bureau to terminate the contract themselves.

Hearing Li Ang's words, Ma Kusi sat up slightly: "What? Did you scrape together the money?"

As director of the Peacekeeping Bureau, Ma Kusi knew the young man's situation well.

Li Ang knew that in this situation, showing his strength spoke louder than words—he silently ignited his Golden Eyes.

As brilliant, pure gold light flared in his pupils, Ma Kusi's expression grew serious.

The red-skinned director studied Li Ang for a moment, then grunted: "So that's why you vanished for days—you went to switch vocations."

"Good kid. You actually pulled it off."

As a veteran of the Second Tier, Ma Kusi immediately sensed the change in Li Ang after he ignited his Golden Eyes.

That aura of authority—

Ma Kusi felt it was familiar, as if he'd sensed something similar before.

Gazing at the terrifying Golden Eyes across the desk, the director smiled slightly: "Alright, old men can't take frights."

As he spoke, he pulled open a drawer, retrieved a document, and signed his name on it: "Have Danika take you to process your resignation."

He pushed the signed document across the desk to Li Ang.

"But before that, tell me what happened that night."

Seeing Ma Kusi's willingness, Li Ang didn't hold back: "Razor came for me, then Kai De showed up."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

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Ma Kusi frowned.

Not because he was upset Li Ang revealed so little—but because he realized the smuggling case was over.

After Li Ang vanished that night, the Bureau found Razor's corpse in a nearby alley.

Clean, swift, one fatal strike.

The one who acted was certainly a second-tier strength.

Ma Kusi released his hand from the document and gestured for Li Ang to take it.

Just then, he seemed to remember something: "Wait, you don't have a place to live now, do you?"

Saying this, he pulled another document from the drawer.

"The public security bureau has already purchased the room you rented before—I'm giving it to you."

There's such a good thing?

This was Li Ang's first reaction upon hearing Ma Kusi's words.

His second reaction was wondering whether this Public Security Bureau director had been meddling again.

Considering how inconvenient it was to move Odin's corpse, Li Ang thought for a moment and accepted Ma Kusi's goodwill.

He understood Ma Kusi's intent: using public property to extend a gesture of goodwill, since they fundamentally had no conflicting interests.

Besides, when he previously paid the bureau's salaries and bonuses, he'd been swift and generous—Li Ang had no reason to cause trouble.

Seeing his goodwill accepted, Ma Kusi couldn't help but smile.

But when he noticed Li Ang hadn't left immediately, he raised an eyebrow: "Something else?"

"Yes." Li Ang pulled a handful of bullets from his pocket. "The bureau should try these bullets. If they work, contact me."

After losing his status as a Public Security Bureau officer, Li Ang naturally needed to find new ways to earn money.

Alchemical bullets were his next plan.

Of course, there was also the high-end product: the concept weapon's bare-bones version.

Yes, after Laotangde Sect's teachings, Li Ang had already developed some ideas—though he hadn't succeeded yet.

Hmm.

Perhaps one day, when he mastered spatial creation and could manufacture Nibelungen, he might even take on construction for alchemical workshops.

Of course, for such alchemical workshops, he would absolutely leave backdoors inside.

But Li Ang always felt that would make him not much different from the construction bosses he'd known before his transmigration.

But making money? No shame in that.

As Li Ang let his thoughts wander, Ma Kusi was carefully examining the bullets in his hand.

For items produced by a fellow second-tier strength, he would never be careless.

After a while, Ma Kusi said with slight surprise: "These are craft-type artifacts, right? You made them yourself?"

"A little bit."

Watching Li Ang pretend modesty, Ma Kusi tugged at his mouth.

If he remembered correctly, the man was a combat-type profession, wasn't he?

He'd never noticed this person had such talent in craftsmanship.

Thinking of this, Ma Kusi set the bullets down: "I'll have my subordinates test them, but don't hold too high expectations."

"After all, if only you're producing, your output won't keep up."

"If you want to make money this way, better focus on high-quality, limited production."

These words were somewhat overly familiar.

Ma Kusi had no obligation to warn Li Ang—he could've simply taken the bullets and brushed him off.

And his advice was genuinely sincere: no single craftsman could possibly supply the entire bureau's bullet consumption—that would be fantasy.

But he didn't know that Li Ang possessed Heaven and Earth as Furnace, a skill as broken as a bug for craftsmen.

So Li Ang merely shook his head slightly: "Thank you for the reminder, Director Ma Kusi, but I have a way to solve this problem."

With that, he picked up the two documents on the desk and left the director's office.

Seeing the room now empty, Ma Kusi's gaze flickered slightly.

He knew Li Ang had secrets—but so what? Who on the path of a practitioner doesn't have secrets?

Li Ang has them. He has them too.

Ma Kusi felt no need to antagonize a fellow second-tier strength under uncertain circumstances, especially since Li Ang's aura had just given him a faint sense of threat.

'This kid's profession isn't ordinary.'

Logically, a newly ascended second-tier practitioner shouldn't have given him this feeling.

But whatever—it's none of his business. If anyone's in a hurry, it's someone else in the city.

With that thought, Ma Kusi propped his feet back on the desk, crossed his arms, and drifted into sleep.

Outside the director's office, Danika leaned against the wall, nodding off with her head bobbing.

"Captain, wake up."

At the sound, she jolted awake, blinking in confusion: "What happened?"

"It's settled." Li Ang shoved the document signed by Ma Kusi into her arms. "Now take me to process my resignation."

"Huh? Oh."

Danika, still dazed, led Li Ang toward Personnel.

But halfway there, she suddenly realized: "Resignation?!"

The giant female office drone whirled to face Li Ang, nearly snapping her neck.

"Did you save up enough money?"

Before Li Ang could answer, Danika dismissed her own guess—after all, she'd been the one who processed his hiring, so she knew how hard resignation was.

That left only one possibility.

"You've reached second-tier?!"

Only that could explain why the director let him go so easily.