Chapter 1162: 557 Congratulations, You’re Fired [2 updates]_2

Roland had also been to the Great Xia Empire once before, and he was still longing for hotpot. So, he patted Su Mu on the shoulder, “Where can we find some tasty hotpot?”

Su Mu: “…”

Weren’t the people from T18 headquarters all supposed to be lunatics?

And yet, they also have a fondness for eating hotpot?

But Su Mu still had to obey his superior’s orders. He took Roland to an old hotpot restaurant on the pedestrian street and watched him order ten plates of mutton slices, even going so far as to start a game of rock-paper-scissors with the people at the next table.

Su Mu once again: “…”

Truly very individualistic.

**

Meanwhile, Feng San received a call from Roland and endured listening to him burp a few times before handing the phone to Yu Xiheng.

“Sir, we have already expelled the involved staff member.” Roland coughed a few times, “From now on, whatever she does is none of T18’s concern.”

Yu Xiheng responded indifferently with a single word, “Good.”

Roland sighed with relief, “If there is nothing else, then I’ll see you later.”

After ending the call, he immediately dialed Yuejian’s number to vent his sorrows.

Si Fuqing was right by his side, and she raised an eyebrow, forming the words with her lips: “Roland?”

“Yes,” Yuejian said, “Why are you so fixated on Margaret?”

Roland replied, “Margaret is strong in combat, with her taking the lead, we are totally confident facing ZERO.”

As he spoke, he lowered his voice, “Commander, Margaret is like a humanoid fighting machine!”

Yuejian fell silent.

Like her, Si Fuqing was initially pulled into doing tasks by the second-in-command during her time at T18, also moving without a trace and without any code name.

Margaret is a very traditional cocktail, quite common, with alcohol content between 37 to 45 percent. Yuejian also often drank it when she went to bars; she liked the lemon juice in it.

The reason why Si Fuqing was timidly referred to as “Margaret” by the likes of Roland and other ministers and investigators was because they had seen Si Fuqing, after drinking a glass of Margaret, single-handedly knock down an entire mercenary group of evolved beings.

She was extremely fierce, and in the end, she even snapped several alloy weapons with her bare hands, shocking T18 for a millennium.

Such alloys couldn’t even be penetrated by bullets, and Si Fuqing in her prime was just that destructive.

She became famous in one battle.

Since then, Roland and the others had learned their lesson and dared not let alcohol appear in any corner of T18 again.

There was now a strict rule in T18: anyone who dared to bring alcohol into T18, even cooking wine, would receive the most severe punishment from everyone.

Si Fuqing was the kind of person who forgot her great achievements after drinking, later wondering why Roland would kneel upon seeing her, even kindly asking him if he had a problem with his cartilage and if he needed her to treat it.

“She’s busy right now.” Yuejian yawned, “But since you can’t withstand ZERO’s fury, the commander allows you to brown-nose a bit before returning to Free State and keep them safe.”

That was as much as she could remind him, but indeed, Yu Xiheng had always been protective of Si Fuqing, which satisfied her.

A glint appeared in Roland’s eyes.

Brilliant.

What a fine idea.

Roland soon found out that in just two days, Yu Xiheng would be departing for the Western Continent with Si Fuqing to take Yu Tang to report to Etno University.

He decided to escort them for part of the journey.

In high spirits, he ordered another ten plates of mutton slices.

Meanwhile, Su Mu received a call from Feng Zhaoyi. He was silent for a long time but finally answered, “Zhaoyi?”

“Su Mu, help me,” Feng Zhaoyi’s breath was erratic, her words out of tune, “I can’t leave T18, I can’t!”

Su Mu shook his head, “I warned you before, but it’s a pity you didn’t cut your losses in time.”

The call was abruptly hung up, and a buzzing sound rang in Feng Zhaoyi’s ears, with a sweet taste rising in her throat.

After a while, she lifted her head, the corners of her eyes tinged with red.

She still had the Feng family!

She had plenty of cards up her sleeve.

Feng Zhaoyi pinched her palm and, with a cold face, booked a ticket back to the Southern Region.

**

On the third day, Roland successfully boarded the plane with several of his trusted men.

After tussling with Yuejian for several months, Huo Yanxing had grown somewhat fond of T18. He frowned as he looked at Roland.

Since when had T18’s people become so sycophantic?

Roland was utterly unaware that his two superiors were right in front of him, nor did he realize that sitting opposite him was ZERO’s chief, a being that even Tan Jingmo was wary of.

Of these people, he had only interacted with Huo Yanxing a few times.

“Brother Huo, you’ve become even more handsome since we last met,” Roland exchanged pleasantries with him, “Have you married yet?”

Huo Yanxing: “…Scram.”

Don’t you have any tact or social intelligence at all!

Roland was puzzled, standing off to the side, stroking his beard.

The plane soon reached its destination.

The group disembarked and left the airport.

Compared to the Great Xia Empire, this place was a lot more chaotic, teeming with a mix of people, and full of instability. There were even armed individuals on the street.

Roland became more alert and protective of Si Fuqing as they proceeded.

He knew this was the reason for ZERO’s wrath and had to be careful to ensure her safety.

Apart from Roland and a few of his men, all of Si Fuqing’s group had Eastern features, especially dresses in a very extravagant fashion, quickly drawing the attention of many with ill-intentions.

Someone couldn’t resist anymore and stepped forward, blocking Si Fuqing’s path, “Hey, you—”

“Bang!”

Si Fuqing didn’t give him a chance to speak, with an elbow strike followed by a quick punch, she had him pinned to the ground.

The others around who harbored ill intentions immediately took a big step back.

Yu Tang looked up in admiration, “Si Fuqing, you’re so amazing, teach me.”

Si Fuqing gave an OK gesture, “No problem.”

Roland watched Si Fuqing’s punch and paused, suddenly feeling something familiar. Turning to his trusted companion, he said, “Do you think her way of beating people up has been passed down from Commander Margaret?”

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