That day, Odd Zhuo took sick leave and didn't go to work.
After the group of reporters dispersed, he texted Zhong Lang. "Little Zhong, I'm not feeling well today. There's been a lot of work at the office recently, sorry to trouble you."
Odd Zhuo had always been a very polite person. Although Zhong Lang had only been working with him for a few months, and the General Administration of 100 Schools in Songhai city had become increasingly busy as Odd Zhuo's reputation rose, Zhong Lang didn't feel tired at all. Odd Zhuo was his superior and his brother, and the two of them were actually very close in private.
"Brother Zhuo, if you're not feeling well, leave it to me. Take care of yourself. You have to go to work, and you also have to vanquish evil in passing. It's really hard on you." Zhong Lang was watching the morning news when he texted Odd Zhuo.
The female anchor of the morning news re-broadcasted the "Devil Gut Fungus Lord" incident, and now the whole world knew that Odd Zhuo had gone abroad to deal with someone …
Back at the apartment, Odd Zhuo put down his briefcase, took off his suit and shirt, and went to the fridge to take out a bottle of leather wine. This wasn't beer that ordinary people drank, but genuine "leather wine" with the slogan "Be Naughty and Happy" written on the bottle.
This leather wine was made from fermented spirit herbs, and could make people feel happy when they were vexed.
But leather wine was still "wine" in the end …
It wasn't good to drink too much.
Usually, Odd Zhuo would just drink a bottle after work to relieve his stress, but now he took out all the wine in the fridge because he felt particularly irritable today.
For some reason, Odd Zhuo felt that he was living less and less like himself.
Furthermore, he was very unhappy …
Bottle after bottle of leather wine went down his throat, but it still didn't alleviate his gloominess.
When the alcohol level in his blood reached saturation, Odd Zhuo lay on his back on the sofa and let out a long burp before he threw his head back and howled, "Unbearable! Ma Fei! "
"Hm … who's Ma Fei?"
"Forget it … who cares who he is …"
"Unbearable …"
"I feel so unbearable …"
Odd Zhuo felt that he was losing more and more confidence. He lay on his back on the sofa. The leather wine in the bottle had already been used up, and he casually tossed it aside with a headache. The strong alcohol had already soaked through every vein in his body, and he fell into a deep sleep.
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At noon, Odd Zhuo still hadn't woken up under the influence of the alcohol. At this moment, in his staff apartment, the sound of the doorknob turning came from the outer door. A slightly chubby man in black clothes barged into the apartment.
"I've already successfully infiltrated." The man in black clothes said softly. His mask was a communication treasure that could be used to contact external members.
It wasn't easy to break into the staff apartment, but as a famous assassin of the Dark Web, Kong Ruye still completed his mission. He rarely did this kind of infiltration work, but the big boss who hired him offered a high price that he couldn't refuse.
After finishing this last job, I will retire …
At the door, Kong Ruye sighed.
He took off the cloak that was draped over his shoulders and covered his entire body. Then, his figure and aura completely disappeared.
In the living room, Odd Zhuo was sprawled out on the sofa, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Kong Ruye looked at the wine jars scattered on the coffee table, and his entire body tensed up to the extreme …
This person didn't go to work today?
Furthermore, how could an expert who had just exterminated evil spirits be drunk by a few jars of leather wine?
He didn't believe it …
Kong Ruye's first reaction was that Odd Zhuo was most likely faking it!
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as he observed Odd Zhuo's movements from a distance, and unexpectedly didn't dare act rashly …
A true expert was even more difficult to deal with when he was drunk.
Inside the cloak, Kong Ruye was drenched in sweat. As long as he didn't act, he was sure that he wouldn't be discovered. The cloak he was wearing was a world-defying magic weapon that had been passed down from his ancestors. Although his realm wasn't high, it was this cloak that had given him the courage to travel all over the world for so many years.
But now, Kong Ruye was faced with a difficult problem: he was wondering whether he should act against Odd Zhuo …
If this person was really drunk, then so be it.
But if he was faking it …
Kong Ruye might not be able to keep his life.
This task …
It was more arduous than he had imagined.
The request he had received was to retrieve a strand of Odd Zhuo's hair.
Although he didn't know what his employer was going to do with Odd Zhuo's hair, it had sounded like a simple task at the time.
All he had to do was break into the apartment while Odd Zhuo was at work and look for a strand of hair.
But now, because he couldn't determine whether or not Odd Zhuo was faking it, Kong Ruye felt a lot of psychological pressure.
After breathing deeply for several dozen seconds, Kong Ruye decided to bypass Odd Zhuo and avoid making direct contact with him. Although the person in question was at home right now, directly going over to cut his hair might be life-threatening …
Judging from Odd Zhuo's habits, this person didn't bother with trifles. Maybe he could find a clue to Odd Zhuo's hair in the bathroom.
But when he arrived at the bathroom, Kong Ruye was dumbfounded once again.
He couldn't imagine that a man's bathroom could actually be so organized and so clean that not even a speck of dust could be found.
Kong Ruye bent down and touched the sink; there wasn't even a strand of hair in it … It looked like this Director Zhuo basically didn't lose his hair when he showered. And even if he did, he had a habit of cleaning it up.
Why …
Kong Ruye felt very hurt.
Why did this man have so much hair, and why was he so strong …
If even the bathroom was so clean, it looked like there wasn't any hair in the bedroom.
The wine jars that were strewn about outside were just Odd Zhuo's occasional indulgence.
To be cautious, he went to the bedroom to confirm that there was no hair, and finally set his sights on the drunk Odd Zhuo in the living room.
"So I have to do it myself?" Kong Ruye swallowed, took out a pair of small scissors, and slowly crawled over to the sofa.
Just as he was about to make his move, Odd Zhuo suddenly roared, "Do you know? Do you know … you're fat and I'm thin … "
Damn it!
He'd been discovered!
Kong Ruye put away the scissors, drenched in sweat. He was clearly wearing a cloak, but the other party had actually guessed that he was fat!
Sure enough, this guy was in disguise!
In a panic, Kong Ruye hurriedly fled out of the apartment, but at that moment, Odd Zhuo actually flipped over and caught his foot.
Ah!
Kong Ruye, who had just been about to flee, screamed and abruptly fell to the ground. His forehead made intimate contact with the coffee table in front of Odd Zhuo with a loud bang.
This coffee table had been a gift from Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal on the opening day of the Office of Strategic Deception. It was made of a special material that was extremely hard, and even a Soul Formation cultivator wouldn't be able to break it easily.
Thus, Kong Ruye passed out with his head covered in blood.
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