Li Yingwei could naturally read between the lines of Tian Sheng's implied meaning; he was deliberately mentioning his past failures in pursuing liaison officers, "It has to be Tiandu City, it can't be Yannan City, huh? Where do all these big shots from the central cities come from?"
"Is that so?" Tian Sheng asked, following his lead.
"It's a local, but the one directly assigned by the head office in Tiandu City."
"That's still a big shot."
"It's different, the new bureau chief is really a born and raised local, and he hasn't held a position at the head office before."
Li Yingwei, supporting his dinner plate, "The story from the head office is that the new bureau chief had always been an undercover liaison officer among the civilians. He made noteworthy achievements in this recent attack, so they promoted and formalized him this time."
"From liaison officer to bureau chief directly? How many ranks is that a jump?"
"Four ranks, but that's not so strange. After all, our Abnormal Strategy Bureau is all about putting the capable in charge."
Li Yingwei feigned a profound tone, "That's why, with your capabilities, Tian, work hard, crack more cases involving grey Magic Organizations, and perhaps in a few years, you might become my superior."
"...so basically, Captain, after all that talk, you just want me to help you deliver the documents, right?"
"Just say if you'll do it or not?"
"Why do I feel like, Captain, you don't actually care much about this matter?"
Tian Sheng asked helplessly, "It seems like you just plainly don't want to meet the new bureau chief?"
"As I said, I'm afraid of being scolded."
"Is that really the reason?"
"The real reason? It's not like he's a beautiful woman, why bother meeting some old man." Li Yingwei scoffed, "Besides, who knows how long the new bureau chief will last. I told you, the Abnormal Strategy Bureau is about putting the capable in charge."
"Are you holding a grudge against beautiful women?" Tian Sheng picked up the soup bowl next to him, "In the end, you still don't think highly of the new bureau chief."
"I can't always dwell in my past failed relationships, can I?" Li Yingwei appeared melancholic, "As for liking or disliking the new bureau chief, after a four-rank promotion, let me see what kind of person he is before I say more."
Seeing the determined attitude of the other party, Tian Sheng sighed, "Don't blame me if I say something wrong."
"Hey, you haven't been with our third squad for long, even if you say something wrong, it won't be too far off."
Li Yingwei, believing he had avoided a big nuisance, happily picked up a dish from his plate, "Then I'll leave it to you!"
With that settled, Tian Sheng was sent out of the office by Li Yingwei after lunch, holding the operational records and heading into the elevator.
Reluctantly pressing the button for the 11th floor in the elevator, Tian Sheng, looking at the moving numbers on the screen, pondered his recent experiences and couldn't help but sigh deeply:
"This is way too magical."
It seemed like since the attack by Black Ash Dawn at the orphanage, his life had deviated towards a track he could never have imagined, steering towards an extremely unfamiliar direction.
What was uncomfortable was that all these occurrences seemed to have little to do with his own will. After each incident, he would wake up with a blurred memory, clueless about what had happened before. It was as if a passenger aboard a ship had encountered a disaster at sea, eventually being washed up on the beach of an unknown continent, with a pile of treasures mysteriously appearing by his side, unsure whether to be happy or worried.
Walking out of the elevator with a heavy heart, Tian Sheng passed around a corner and saw a pair of quite impressive wooden double doors against the wall.
Moving forward, Tian Sheng reached out to knock on the door, but his gaze suddenly became fixed.
He noticed an extremely thin strand of Magic Silk at the door. This strand of silk had trembled the moment he approached the office and then disappeared.
He felt like he had seen such a strand of silk before, perhaps when he woke up from a dream, attached to his chest...
The voice suddenly came from inside. Although Tian Sheng had neither spoken nor knocked, the person inside seemed to know he was standing there.
Tian Sheng could only politely say "Excuse me" and pushed the door open. What he saw was a floor-to-ceiling window, bookshelves standing solemnly along the walls, and a massive desk in the center.
And behind the desk sat a stern middle-aged man, frowning as he flipped through a stack of documents.