Chapter 155 : The Living Bronze Cipher
Chapter 155: The Living Bronze Cipher
Facing Han Su’s direct question, the Bulbous-Nosed Man smiled and said:
“There’s one more thing. I hope you can give Zhang Chiguo a suggestion—tell him to stop doing those thankless tasks.”
“You’re still too young. You’ve only been with the Disaster Management Bureau a few days. You don’t understand—we’re the same kind of people.”
“Protecting our interests is protecting your interests. No matter how close you are with Zhang Chiguo, he doesn’t represent us.”
“……”
He actually said these few words very sincerely. After a slight pause, he turned his head and glanced toward the Red Trench Coat in the corner. His expression grew even more serious:
“Be it the Nail of the Dead Sea before, or this D7 incident, though the original intent was just to warn, they did cause some trouble. I understand your dissatisfaction, but I hope to act as a mediator.”
“Of course, it’s just not going through the Disaster Management Bureau’s official channels. Internally, we will deal with her. Additionally, I can promise that in your testing, selection, and training within the Three Great Sequences, as well as your enhancement in Mental Activity—we will offer our full support.”
“If one day, you wish to be promoted to Independent Investigator, that isn’t impossible either.”
“……”
“……”
He stopped here. Han Su looked into his eyes. There was no trace of drunkenness, and his calculations were meticulous.
Han Su listened intently, then slowly raised his head and said, “But… I’d still be behind you in line?”
The Drunkard Investigator fell silent. He didn’t need to answer this question—Han Su’s tone already carried a hint of provocation.
Of course he’d be behind them.
Even within the Bureau, not all of the Four Great Investigators had the chance to be promoted to Independent Investigator.
For a newcomer like him, being taken care of was already rare—and he still wanted to cut in line?
“As for Uncle Zhang, I do understand your perspective.”
Han Su sighed slowly and smiled at the Drunkard. “That old man is too upright. Things others can let slide easily, he just won’t let go. Anyone who ends up with a boss like him wouldn’t be comfortable, would they?”
The Drunkard narrowed his eyes slightly, just about to say something when Han Su interrupted:
“But how can I blame him?”
Han Su smiled and continued, “Because when no one else cared about my matters, he was the only one who did.”
“……”
Hearing this, the Bulbous-Nosed Man furrowed his brows slightly. But then his tone suddenly relaxed a bit, and he said quietly:
“I know you hate me. I know you’ve never let go of that report. But you must understand—some things just have to be done by someone.”
“At that time, the Bureau needed that report. If I didn’t write it, someone else would have.”
“In the end, I wrote it. That’s how the case was officially defined.”
“But do you think I didn’t pay a price?”
“If not for that report, I might’ve already become an Independent Investigator!”
“As for you—it’s the same now. Do you think I don’t want you to submit that report? I was just offering kind advice!”
“It’s those higher-ups who don’t want to see that report. If you go through with it, the one who suffers is you!”
“……”
Han Su looked at him coldly. “What, do you want me to thank you for the warning?”
The Drunkard’s smile vanished. He stared back coldly at Han Su. “I don’t want to argue with you.”
“In fact, I’ve already shown you enough goodwill. From the beginning, I wanted to give you that Investigator license, and now I’m representing the Esotericism faction in welcoming you.”
“Whether you choose us or Zhang Chiguo—you should make up your own mind now…”
“I’ll just tell you this: Zhang Chiguo will be out of luck!”
“From now on, every anomalous incident handled by the Bureau will see a 30% drop in efficiency. Every Investigator will be affected by this.”
“This situation will continue—until Zhang Chiguo voluntarily steps down, or dies.”
“……”
He seemed to be making a proclamation, stating it word by word to Han Su. His gaze turned cold as he sat back down:
“You might need to rest for a while. Of course, you can also choose to stand against all the other Investigators.”
“But you know, during missions, there are many dangers.”
“The last two times were just warnings, so you got through. But next time—it won’t be a warning.”
“……”
At this point, the message could not be clearer.
Han Su looked seriously at the Drunkard Investigator’s face, then slowly swept his gaze across everyone else in the club.
As everyone waited silently for his answer, he suddenly smiled. While speaking, he gently pushed the cup of tea aside, slowly stood up, picked up his phone, and asked:
“Miss Ai, did you hear our conversation clearly just now?”
Normally, Miss Ai would only reply via text. But this time, a gentle electronic voice answered:
“It was recorded very clearly. The file has already been forwarded to Deputy Director Zhang Chiguo and Secretary No. 5’s inbox.”
“What?”
Everyone’s faces changed dramatically at those words. They all stood up at once.
They had chosen this place to relax and talk because it was supposed to be absolutely safe. Even if someone tried to record or eavesdrop here, mysterious forces would interfere.
But they never expected that this newly minted Investigator had used Miss Ai’s abilities to spy on them.
Where did he get such high-level permissions?
There was only one answer—
Zhang Chiguo!
It must have been Zhang Chiguo who gave him this access. Zhang Chiguo had arranged for him to collect intelligence on them!
No wonder he came so easily—it was all part of Zhang Chiguo’s scheme!
In the small club, the atmosphere turned suffocating. Countless cold gazes turned toward him.
The Bulbous-Nosed Man still sat there, speaking coldly: “The current situation in the Bureau is like fire and water. Your actions will only rip off the last facade, tearing the Bureau into factions.”
Han Su replied, “When the core is already rotten, what good is a facade?”
“When I found out you all knew there was a kidnapping case—but still shamelessly claimed it never happened—that’s when I knew you were rotten to the bone!”
“You!”
The Bulbous-Nosed Man’s face twisted with anger, glaring at Han Su, about to lash out.
But Han Su beat him to it. He stood up and said coldly, “Whether you’re rotten or not—I didn’t care before. But what you should never have done, was drag my matter into this…”
Han Su said this with utter seriousness. Even the Bulbous-Nosed Man seemed sobered by the words, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
Under his gaze, Han Su suddenly turned and walked straight toward the Red Trench Coat.
This sudden movement made many others around the room tense up.
The Drunkard raised his hand slightly, signaling them to stay calm, watching as Han Su reached the Red Trench Coat—but his eyes fell on the ash-blond-haired female Investigator’s assistant beside her.
Sparrow.
Han Su asked directly, “Was it you who ordered D7 to kill me?”
The ash-blond-haired female assistant met his gaze coldly, gave him a look, but said nothing.
The Red Trench Coat’s expression suddenly changed too. But she wouldn’t openly refute Han Su—that would be beneath her status. She glanced at the silent Miss Crow nearby, her eyes flashing with disappointment.
Instead, Sparrow let out a faint chuckle and looked at Han Su with a hint of a smile:
“I know you recorded everything with Miss Ai. But so what?”
“……”
Han Su stared into her eyes, then calmly turned off his phone in front of her. Without a communication channel, Miss Ai couldn’t see or hear anything anymore, no matter how capable.
Han Su said, “Now will you tell the truth?”
Sparrow was a beautiful woman—smart, capable, fashionable. Her ash-blond hair, whether natural or dyed, carried a uniquely refined aura. Her arrogance was undeniable, as she casually said to Han Su:
“It’s not about dare or not.”
“You can imagine it was me who contacted those D7 members in secret, told them to teach you a lesson on mission.”
“Or imagine I used those about-to-be-destroyed members and wiped them out afterward.”
“But what good does asking do?”
“Everything in the Bureau needs evidence. If you don’t have proof I contacted them, then asking again and again is useless.”
“……”
Han Su acted as if he didn’t catch her implied meaning. He simply glanced at the Red Trench Coat and said, “I just want to ask—was it your own decision, or did someone instruct you?”
“After all, we’ve got no grudge. You have no reason to harm me. I don’t want to wrongly accuse you either.”
The Red Trench Coat’s face had grown very grim, but Sparrow seemed even more amused. Of course, she wouldn’t reveal anyone else. She said:
“If you must ask, then yes—I did it. What’s it got to do with anyone else?”
“Of course—”
“That’s enough.”
Han Su cut her off: “I don’t care about your excuses. If you’re willing to take the fall, I’ll come for you.”
Then he turned toward the Drunkard Investigator and said:
“Also, I need to correct you on one thing—it’s not that there are many dangers during missions. It’s that everywhere in life—there are dangers.”
“……”
“……”
With those words, he turned and left, leaving behind a room full of stunned onlookers.
With their status and connections, offering him so much goodwill, only to be answered like this—it was unbearable.
At that moment, Han Su took the elevator down to the lobby. As he passed by the Bronze Armor Statue, he discreetly clenched his left hand. A trace of Spiritual Penetration spread from the back of his left hand into the statue. In a low voice, he spoke eight words:
“Twenty-seven lives—must be repaid in blood!”
“If you can receive my command—then tonight, kill her. Whoever stands in your way, unleash a massacre!”
“……”
Through Spiritual Penetration, he delivered this command to the Bronze Armor Statue. The mental toll was enormous, but he showed nothing on his face, walking past without flinching.
Just talking with this group for a while had left him thoroughly disappointed!
A bunch of useless people—hesitating, conflicted, incapable of decisive killing.
Not everyone has the patience to play by your rules…
Screw your rules!