Chapter 52 It is "Him"

Upon hearing Liao Zhong’s words, the others couldn’t help but cast curious glances his way.

Everyone present was well-informed; they had heard before that Liao Zhong had nearly caused a scene with Director Zhao over that temporary worker named Chen Duo. Yet this time, he handed over the information so swiftly and without hesitation.

One by one, the others began to respond.

Hao Yi, always the good-natured type, smiled and said, “In the Southwest region, we can immediately recall that troublemaker Wang Zhenqiu. We’re just worried he might cause problems for the higher-ups.”

Dou Le’s face was troubled. “I can try to persuade Xiao Zizai’s side, but his flaws… sigh, I have no objections.”

Gao Lian hesitated before addressing Zhao Fangxu. “Director Zhao, Erzhuang’s situation can’t handle any more upheaval.”

Zhao Fangxu nodded. “Don’t worry. Erzhuang’s case is unique. I’ll personally report it to the higher-ups.”

Hearing this, Gao Lian sighed deeply. Whether this would bring disaster or fortune, no one could say.

Gao Erzhuang was Gao Lian’s biological daughter. As a father, he was adamantly opposed to the decision Zhao Fangxu had just announced.

But as Zhao Fangxu had said, they could only cooperate. All seven regional heads felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Hua Feng, however, appeared calm and steady. “Old Meng’s situation will soon be handed over to the company headquarters.”

Now, only Xu Si had yet to speak.

Zhao Fangxu looked at him, then stood and walked over, patting his shoulder. “Old Xu, I’ll speak to him personally.”

“My father will never agree,” Xu Si said bitterly, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one, and taking a deep drag before exhaling the words.

Zhao Fangxu sighed. “I know your father’s stubborn nature well, Old Xu, but this time it’s mandatory. Besides, maybe for Bao Bao, this will be a good thing.”

“A good thing?” Xu Si’s eyes gleamed faintly as he asked softly, “Uncle Zhao, do you have inside information?”

The other regional heads couldn’t help but perk up at this.

Feigning annoyance, Zhao Fangxu pointed at Xu Si. “If you need something, call me Uncle Zhao; if not, call me Director Zhao. Use people forward, and discard them backward.”

Xu Si’s expression shifted quickly, and he smiled apologetically. “Uncle Zhao, we’re family. Why talk like strangers?”

“Fine. Consider it a reassurance,” Zhao Fangxu said as he returned to his seat, signaling everyone to stop writing and turning off the meeting recorder.

“Since we’re all family here, let’s speak openly behind closed doors. Naturally, I can reveal some things, but there are others you must absolutely not pry into.”

“The boundaries are clear. You’re all seasoned foxes; no need for tales or myths. You understand better than I do.”

“This organization was established by the higher-ups for the fate of Shenzhou. They are pioneers and explorers, needing to gather top talents from the supernatural realm, with special authorization.”

“That’s why you must hand over the temporary workers. Whatever demands come, we must clear the way for them everywhere.”

Zhao Fangxu’s words brought no comfort to Xu Si; instead, they deepened his worries.

He feared this organization, for the sake of Shenzhou’s destiny, might… harm Feng Bao Bao.

At this moment, Ren Fei noticed a change in Zhao Fangxu’s tone, especially when he spoke the word “They” with particular emphasis.

“Director Zhao, who exactly are ‘They’?” she asked.

Zhao Fangxu smiled, dipping his finger into his tea and writing a character: “Neither male nor female, nor another ‘it’, but ‘They’.”

Those with literary background knew this word often referred to deities.

In other words, the members of this organization might not be human. Otherwise, Zhao Fangxu wouldn’t have emphasized it.

The speculation sent chills down their spines.

And these temporary workers joined to this organization were, in a sense, non-human—a group of monsters.

“They” were undoubtedly a gathering of monsters.

Ren Fei asked, “Director Zhao, may I ask what the name of this organization is?”

Zhao Fangxu paused thoughtfully. “That I can tell you: the 139 Division, also known as the 139 Plan Department—starting with one, founded on three, situated in five, flourishing in seven, reaching its peak at nine.”

“139 Division?”

The simplicity of the code name made it seem even more significant.

As everyone knew, in Shenzhou’s various departments, the simpler the name, the more important the organization often was.

“And the members?” someone asked.

Zhao Fangxu glanced at Dou Le. “Don’t say I don’t know, even if I did, is this something I could say? Or you could hear?”

Dou Le awkwardly laughed. “Just a casual question.”

Now, the seven regional heads could only focus on the name “139 Plan,” wondering what this plan entailed, what it would involve, and its purpose.

They knew they must not inquire further.

While this meeting was taking place at the headquarters of Nidaotong, Meng Fan had already selected a site for the future 139 Division and begun preparations.

Beside him stood a burly man chewing on a dogtail grass, named Gao Dazhuang, codename: Wild Wolf.

Gao Dazhuang and his two lone wolf squads, A and B, were assigned specifically to protect Meng Fan—a pack of wolf cubs, howling fiercely.

Additionally, a dedicated construction team had been allocated.

Gao Dazhuang had some connections with Nidaotong. His father was Gao Ren, cousin to Northeast region head Gao Lian. Gao Dazhuang also had a cousin named Gao Erzhuang—Gao Yushan—who herself practiced the exorcist arts.

However, Gao Dazhuang worshipped a rare Wolf Spirit from the Northeast, while Meng Fan preferred to call him Old Gao the Doghead.

“Let’s choose this site. How many days to complete construction?” Meng Fan handed the blueprint to Old Gao and asked.

“Ten days!” Gao Dazhuang saluted out of habit and answered firmly, “Give me ten days, and it will be done.”

Meng Fan frowned. “Is ten days enough? Our next plan involves things… If the building isn’t strong enough and collapses repeatedly, won’t it be a waste?”

Gao Dazhuang pulled the grass from his mouth and assured, “I’ll show you what real Shenzhou speed is—construction mania.”

Hearing his guarantee, his subordinates’ faces grew grim.

“Fine, I’ll wait and see.”

“Oh, and since you’re under my command, change those old habits inside. No more saluting; be wilder. What we’re about to do will be true lawlessness.”

“Yes, sir!”

After watching Meng Fan leave, Gao Dazhuang glared fiercely at his men. “We have only ten days. If it’s not done, every one of you will be sent back for reformation.”