Above Destiny

Chapter 590 Overbearing Outsourcing and Forced Love

Good news, they're not enemies.

The bad news is Ji Jue.

Tang Qian felt as if struck by lightning, unable to shed a tear, feeling that he was even worse off than his enemy!
It can only be said that the ups and downs of fate are truly unpredictable. Sometimes you're perfectly fine eating pilaf and singing on an imperial train, and suddenly you're struck by lightning.

It's truly bizarre that after everyone underwent a transformation in Middle-earth, they somehow ended up in the same place again.

It's like a horror story.

Even if you're not afraid, you can't help it.

Imagine you're working a day-wage temporary job next to an Imperial military base, and out of nowhere, a notoriously ruthless artisan and upstart arms dealer from the Federation appears in front of you, grinning broadly. Anyone would be terrified!
In that split second, Old Tang's mind raced, and he almost came up with the opening line of his last words when Ji Jue dragged him down as a scapegoat: "Born into this group, I'm so sorry..."

In a moment of surprise, a distinct respect appeared on the wrinkled old face before me, and a bowl of fruit was served with practiced ease.

"Please enjoy your meal, sir. Please enjoy your meal, sir."

He bowed and smiled, backing away step by step, pushing the cart away.

But before leaving, he gave me a meaningful look.

Disappear.

Old Tang felt a chill run down his spine... No matter what, running into that bastard Ji Jue was bound to be bad news!
It seems the Empire's dilapidated Japanese occupation plan is doomed!

On the surface, he was still raising his glass and smiling happily to deal with his unlucky teammates whom he had just met, but in his heart he had already made up his mind to run away with the buckets, no matter what!

After only two drinks, he used the excuse of needing to urinate to pull up his pants and ran towards the outhouse. He glanced back to make sure no one was watching, took two quick steps, climbed over the wall, and then... jumped into the open roof of the calf and horse enclosure.

"Yo, who is this?"

Inside the truck disguised as a cargo van, Ji Jue bent down and rubbed the buzzing, vibrating Pan Ying, full of curiosity: "Didn't you go to the toilet? The toilet isn't in this direction, is it?"

"Fuck..."

Before Tang Qian could even settle into his seat, he saw the ceiling closing above him and the buzzing gong in Ji Jue's hand, which made his hair stand on end.

I knew it! Nothing good ever comes from running into this bastard!
So that's why they're being watched!
His expression twitched, and he coughed twice: "Excuse me, sir, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Before he finished speaking, a gleaming gold coin fell out of Ji Jue's pocket. Before it even hit the ground, he instinctively grabbed it.

Ji Jue's smile grew even more mocking.

"I didn't admit my mistake, Lao Tang. We've known each other for so many years, isn't it a bit awkward to be so distant?"

"Ahem, Mr. Ji, you know me. In our line of work, the worst thing is to develop any inappropriate feelings for our customers."

Old Tang glanced left and right, then sighed softly, "Don't contact me again. I'm afraid the Empire will misunderstand..."

Snapped!
Another gold coin slipped out of Ji Jue's pocket, fell to the ground, rolled and spun on the floor, making a buzzing sound, which made Lao Tang's eyelids twitch wildly.

"This isn't about money..."

Snapped!
One more, then another, and another…

The crisp metallic clanging sounds continued, causing Tang Qian's stiff expression to gradually twitch. He couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips no matter how hard he tried, and the gold coin in his hand was almost sparking.

He strained to turn his head away, gritted his teeth, and forced out the words: "A loyal minister does not serve two masters. I am not such a person... I... I've already left this profession..."

"is it?"

Ji Jue paused for a moment, then sighed, patting the entire box of Imperial Gold Coins beneath him, and lamented regretfully, "Forced relationships are never sweet. In that case, just pretend I wasn't here—"

Snapped!
This time, it wasn't gold coins that fell to the ground.

It's old soup.

The muscular man had already sprawled on the ground, wriggling over like a mollusk, and hugged his leg, tears streaming down his face. "I've drifted through half my life without ever meeting a wise ruler. If you don't abandon me, I'm willing to become your godfather!"

In the blink of an eye, he shoveled all the gold coins on the ground into his pocket. With his head tilted back, his bull-like eyes gleamed like stars: "Dad, why are we being so distant? Just tell me, who do you want to fight? Let's get on with it!"

"Alright, since you've said so." Ji Jue smiled and patted the dog's head, then said a name: "Lieutenant General Fan Yun of the Federal Garrison Base."

"Ah this..."

Tang Qian stared blankly, then forced a smile: "Hey, that idiot, why are you messing with him? He's an old coffin, his neck is practically buried in dirt. It's not appropriate, really not appropriate. Boss, we have to respect the elderly and care for the young."

Let's find someone else, anyone but him!

"alright."

Ji Jue readily agreed and changed his suggestion: "How about killing the commander of the Imperial garrison base, the border duke Passarella? If you find that troublesome, I can lower the difficulty a bit. Going to the Deep and killing a treacherous old dog is also an option."

If you don't want to go because it's too far, then you can go to the central city and kill the president, or go to the capital and kill the prime minister.

"...That's a bit..."

Tang Qian's expression twitched. Suddenly, he felt that the thigh he was holding was a little hot. He subconsciously wanted to move it away, afraid that Ji Jue's blood would splatter on him when he died.

"Ah!"

Ji Jue sneered and kicked the bastard away: "If this won't work and that won't work, what use are you?"

"That's not how you bargain, boss!"

Old Tang glared at him, "Why didn't you suggest I work on the furnace? You're asking for the moon and asking for the moon, but you're not going to give us any honest advice. We definitely won't be able to take this job."

"You want to take down the Heavenly Furnace?"

Ji Jue laughed, full of praise: "I didn't expect that you, Lao Tang, who seem so meticulous, are actually capable of great things. I happen to have a plan here. If it succeeds in the future, you will definitely be the top star of the group, and even the Chief of the Army will serve you tea and water."

"Give me a break!"

Tang Qian rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, and seeing that he couldn't fool her anymore, he had to take a firm stance: "Making money is one thing, but you also need to be alive to spend it. If you keep hiding it, I'm leaving. I'll just refund your money." "Don't worry, it's simple."

Ji Jue smiled warmly, "I'm not asking you to do anything immoral, I'm just asking you to help me find someone."

Immediately, Tang Qian breathed a sigh of relief and visibly relaxed.

He was genuinely afraid that Ji Jue would shout about doing something big and drag him along to fight Passarella... That was a veteran Celestial of the Entropy System, a true bloodline of the Empire, a ruthless character who once competed for the throne with the emperor who is now in the ICU. How could a half-crippled group like himself possibly fight against him?

But as he waited, he realized something was wrong.

That bastard is silent now!

"And then?" He frowned. "Who are you looking for?"

"That's the problem."

Ji Jue shrugged: "I don't know."

Tang Qian's expression twitched. "Male or female?"

Ji Jue shook his head decisively: "I don't know."

Tang Qian's initial enthusiasm began to cool, and he tentatively asked, "How old are you?"

Ji Jue continued to look at him.

smile.

That made him completely lose his composure.

"Dude, you can't be this outrageous even if you're the client!"

Tang Qian glared angrily: "Do you know how many people come and go in the Imperial military base every day? There are sixty or seventy thousand regular troops, and countless others like me who do outsourcing. The checkpoints and verification points inside are as numerous as stray dogs on the roadside. Someone like me, a sixth-class citizen, would probably be arrested and thrown into a dark room if I took two steps. You're telling me you're going to find someone inside... you might as well send me to be reborn as soon as possible!"

"Don't worry, I have a way."

Ji Jue flicked the scepter in his hand, and as it rang, three of the six Heavenly Ghost Seals appeared, illuminating Tang Qian's eyes: "It's not like I'm asking you to kill or set fires, or to be utterly immoral. I'm just looking for someone... So tell me, are you in or not?"

Tang Qian fell silent immediately.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and forced out the words:

"...You'll have to pay more!"

Ji Jue readily accepts good advice.

He opened the box under his buttocks, grabbed a handful, and put it into Tang Qian's hand.

Then, grab another handful.

Just like when Tang Qian paid the bill before, the only difference was that he was incredibly generous!
With one grab, the gold coins piled up into a small mountain; after two grabs, Tang Qian could barely hold them all.

I'm starting to sweat.

Damn it...

I'm scared when my boss is inhuman, but I'm even more scared when he's generous!

Even the boss, who's not human, is being so generous this time, so how could this be a small matter!
Moreover, these gold coins...

Something doesn't feel right.
He frowned, looking at the gold coin in his hand. Something felt off... like someone who was used to counting banknotes at a bank counter suddenly holding a coin that didn't feel right.

The print and the colors are all perfect.

Just like before, it never circulated in the market; it was as if it was collected as soon as it was printed.

Moreover, the print on it is a completely unfamiliar pattern!

Wait a minute, did this bastard dig up some emperor's grave...?

He remained silent, but in reality, he had already quietly activated his invincible heritage burnt offering.

—Fourth Grand Uncle, God of War, come out here!
"Old Deng, come take a look, what's going on with this thing?"

"Mist grass?"

The image of his fourth great-uncle that surfaced in his mind trembled for a moment, incredulous: "You bastard, which emperor's grave did you dig up?! The first of the fourteen great traitors, if this had happened when the emperor was still alive, his entire clan would have been exterminated!"

"Bullshit, where would I find the time to open the emperor's eyes?"

Tang Qian rolled his eyes: "I have a feeling something's off about the salary the boss paid. Can you take a look? Maybe it's a fake, a way to fool people."

"..."

The fourth great-uncle remained silent for a long time, and Tang Qian became increasingly panicked: "Damn it, could it really be a fake? I knew that bastard Ji Jue wasn't human!"

"No, it's true."

Fourth Uncle sighed silently: "It's damn real. Usually, these kinds of items are offerings for the emperor in the ancient temple. How could they not be real?"

"Then why are you breathing so loudly and making people uncomfortable!"

Then, the fourth great-uncle's tone became increasingly complicated: "That's the problem. How could it be true? Damn it, I have a feeling something's wrong with the dynasty..."

"Your dilapidated dynasty already had problems four hundred years ago, what problems could possibly arise now?"

"You don't understand."

Fourth Uncle sighed again, muttering to himself, but ultimately didn't say it aloud.

say what?
What can I say!
I dare not say it at all...

(End of this chapter)