Chapter 874: Chapter 701: He Can Always Do It "Now that you’ve come to Green Day, what’s the thing you most want to do?"
The moment the envoy asked, everyone on the other end of the communication froze with alarm, their hearts sinking, instinctively preparing a strike plan, readying to launch a strong attack command.
But by the time Huai Shi reacted, it was too late.
Because he had already spoken the answer hidden deep within his heart...
"—Of course, it’s to make money!"
Huai Shi shouted back, eyes wide, "The criminal underworld is great! There’s no mental burden with backstabbing, not only can it improve the economic situation, but I can secretly stash away a lot of gold! Hey, are you Green Day folks rich? Could you distribute more? I’m almost broke; seriously, if this keeps up, I’m going to have to sell myself!"
Envoy: "..."
Ai Qing: "..."
Huai Shi who realized: "..."
Dead silence.
An awkward dead silence ensued.
Not only Green Day sitting across, but even the command team on the other end didn’t expect such a bizarre answer. Only Ai Qing, who had psychologically prepared herself, took the warm water next to her and swallowed her pills before the stomachache set in.
With a wave of her hand facing her colleagues and subordinates’ complex expressions, she casually said.
"Everyone sit down, this is standard procedure."
"You see, I always said there was no problem with him."
"..."
In the prolonged silence, the expressions of the two Green Day envoys also became quite remarkable.
A mixed-race boy, long discriminated against from a young age, now having acquired great power, didn’t choose to take revenge on society or become the very thing he hated.
Joining Green Day simply because backstabbing is convenient, with no moral burden.
He doesn’t identify with your program to resist the Astronomical Society and Current Circumstances tyranny, nor does he envision using you to climb to the pinnacle or nadir of life.
Simply put, he just wants to make money!
Such a pure reason is overly persuasive, leaving the envoys speechless, even unsure how to respond.
In the silence, only the click of the ballpoint pen was heard.
Time ended.
The virtual persona of Huai Zhisu people shattered.
But once certain things are revealed, there’s no going back... What remains is only the intense awkwardness felt when both parties meet eyes.
"...Making money, huh." The slim envoy reluctantly spoke, coughing twice: "Making money is also good, earning a living with your skills, cough cough, isn’t disgraceful."
"Yes, yes, indeed." The other stern envoy could only nod in agreement.
"...So, am I considered passed?" Huai Shi squeezed out a flattering smile and asked.
Fearing the other side might suddenly turn hostile and reprimand: We only want rebels with aspirations and ideals, not people like you reeking of filthy lucre!
"Cough cough, though this life goal is a bit odd, it still counts as passing." The slim envoy shrugged, put away the ballpoint pen, and broke the silence first, reaching out: "Congratulations, Mr. Huaizhi, from today onward, you’re a member of Green Day."
"Oh oh, okay!" Huai Shi excitedly reached out to shake his hand, shaking it twice vigorously.
But the more he squeezed, the more he felt something was off about the feeling, as if he had squeezed it somewhere before.
"However, there’s a task to assign to you."
The slim envoy used force, withdrew his hand, and looked at the person beside him. The stern subordinate then took out a pistol from his pocket, handing it to him.
Along with a photograph.
In the photo, there’s a haggard middle-aged man, dressed in brand-name sportswear, like a skeleton frame, his golden hair mixed with some flax gray, his eyes shockingly green, deeply recessed eyes, a gaze sharp and frightful.
Like an owl.
"Who is this?"
"Your target for tonight." The envoy said: "Aren’t you eager to make money? Finish this man, and you’ll have money."
"Finish?" Huai Shi didn’t quite understand the Yingzhou idiom.
The envoy simply raised his hand, gestured across his neck.
Huai Shi shrank his neck back, sucked in a breath: "No need to be so cruel, right?"
"Afraid?" The envoy chuckled lightly: "Rest assured, this guy is absolutely the kind who’s death is undeserving, there’s no need for any mental burdens."
"No, I mean, do we have to cut the neck?"
Huai Shi asked puzzledly, mimicking the neck-cutting gesture again: "Do we need to bring back the head? Having blood everywhere is unpleasant, putting it in a box might be better, right?"
"..."
The envoy rolled his eyes: "Anyway, just kill that Russian Federation man, why ask so many questions."
"Alright."
The moment Huai Shi nodded, the car stopped.