Lord of the Mysteries

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t be nervous if the vice-president from next door came to me. After all, I’m not under his jurisdiction.

And I’m not a girl either. My sexual orientation is very normal. No matter how good he looks, it has nothing to do with me. I’m even a little jealous.

But now, I’ve just drunk a bottle of some strange beverage of unknown origins and obtained the abilities of an Assassin I’ve been dreaming of. No matter who comes near me, I can’t help but feel uneasy, afraid that others might discover my secret.

At this moment, the silver-haired guy stops in front of me and says coldly, “Do you have a lighter?”

Uh… This isn’t an attitude a person should have when asking someone for help. Why are you looking at someone like you’re looking at an object?

Also, the greatest hobby of youngsters nowadays is to stay up late instead of smoking. Why would I bring a lighter with me?

“No.” I shake my head.

At the same time, I sigh inwardly.

If the female colleagues in my company find out that the handsome vice-president next door smokes, they would definitely have their fantasies crushed. This vice-president’s appearance and temperament easily makes one believe he’s some untainted immortal. It’s impossible to associate him with vices like smoking.

With this in mind, I can’t help but ask casually, “Smoking?”

The vice president, who has long silver hair and a beautiful face, raises his right hand, revealing a cigarette between his fingers.

“People are under the impression that you don’t smoke,” I reply with a smile.

As a slave of society, it’s normal for me not to be afraid of the vice-president of the company next door. However, ensuring a cordial relationship is almost definite. After all, one has no idea when they will need to job hop and become their subordinate. Having one more friend means one more outlet.

Of course, if this gentleman keeps staying in the company next door, then I won’t consider such matters. I don’t want to enter a weirdo company that just yells slogans eight hundred times a day.

However, if they’re willing to pay me a salary of more than 30,000 yuan a month, I dare say that I’ll jump ship today. This is the business world, and the first principle is to not go against money. Anyway, as long as I don’t violate the law and do not commit crimes, what’s wrong with shouting slogans? If I get paid a hundred yuan with every shout, I can shout until I make the company go bankrupt!

Hearing my words, the vice-president seems to fall silent for a moment before saying, “A friend of mine taught me.”

When it comes to vices like smoking, who doesn’t get introduced to it by friends? Only a small number of parents will lead their children astray… Just as I lampoon inwardly, the vice-president next door says in fluent Mandarin, “He’s been dead for many years.”

“I’m sorry,” I respond reflexively.

that, I find it

are you

doesn’t

each other, I exchange a few pleasantries and stop. I’m too lazy to bother. I point

matters

back to the window by the elevator lobby, as if he’s watching the rainy scene

elevator lobby and take a right turn into my workplace and

I switch on

when clocking off at regular hours. I left ten minutes

that there was no one in the office, my

checking out the young ladies dancing indoors and finding inspiration from live eating broadcasts to figure out what to eat for

thing that attracts me the most is Leap of Faith, no—Feather Drop spell. No, that’s not right either. Who knows what

undoubtedly the most surreal ability

to me that I’ve had my short-sightedness

give

pocket and dash to the side window

and no one usually walks past it,

stories, an empty alley. It’s the best place to test the Leap

any pedestrians in the heavy rain. The

a small hand could cover

…

Forget it.

find somewhere lower for

I reveal an embarrassed and polite smile, I

“What are you doing?”

Startled, I turn

see my

hand in his pocket

if the rain has

the first name Tao, a very handsome, fashionable

18. His daughter has already started college this year. He’s only thirty-six years old and is still swimming through the gals. He stays on

doesn’t seem to have any doubts about my reason. He nods and says, “You didn’t bring an

president’s hair which had been dyed chestnut, I honestly reply,