"Tsk, tsk, only a NEO Captain?"
Han Sen's expression remained calm, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he heard that.
After she finished her impassioned introduction, he finally changed his posture, interlaced his fingers in front of his chest, and leaned forward with an aggressive stance.
An invisible but mountain-heavy aura instantly enveloped Sylph.
Sylph, who had originally leaned in, saw her pupils tremble violently, her body seemed to be frozen in place, and then, as if pushed by an invisible hand, her head uncontrollably tilted back slightly, and she awkwardly leaned back against the sofa.
For some reason, she felt that under the aura of the man in front of her, she was like a little girl who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth; all her disguises and pride were stripped away completely.
Those eyes, as bright as stars, seemed capable of seeing through all the secrets in one's heart, including what she had dreamed of last night.
Han Sen's lips curved into a benevolent smile; Sylph's intuition was indeed correct.
Because the moment she spoke, Han Sen had already activated his Imagination Power, thoroughly reading her consciousness from the inside out.
This woman, in front of him, truly had no secrets to speak of.
Simply put, while it was true that she held an important position in the human resources department of NEO.HEROES, she was not a core member.
She herself knew nothing about the true founders and core secrets behind the organization.
Essentially, she was just an employee with a higher salary and better looks.
"Your introduction was brilliant; it sounds like your organization indeed has some capabilities," Han Sen picked up the coffee on the table again, his voice neither warm nor cold, "However, it's easier said than done."
"In your esteemed organization's assessment, can I only serve as a Captain?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Sylph's eyes. She suppressed the turbulent waves in her heart and barely maintained her composure: "Captain is already the highest position in our plan, apart from the founders…"
"I believe that with my strength, I can fully serve as the NEO Leader."
Han Sen drained the coffee in his hand, placing the cup down gently with a "thump" that, though not loud, struck Sylph's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Go back and tell your superior, or rather, that true boss who is hiding behind the scenes, whom even you don't know."
"This is my demand. If you agree, I will consider… taking over your NEO."
Looking at the playful smile on the man's lips, Sylph was completely stunned, her mind blank.
If she had been somewhat unsure just now, it was now confirmed!
Han Sen understood the internal structure of NEO.HEROES even more thoroughly than she, a high-ranking executive, did!
For a new hero organization still in the secret planning stage, this was almost impossible!
Unless… unless there was a top-level traitor within the organization!
—Which link leaked the information?!
While she was still in shock and uncertainty, pondering how to report this matter that could stir up a monstrous storm within the organization, Han Sen had already leisurely stood up, brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes, and walked towards the private room door.
"Oh, right," Han Sen paused his steps, glanced back at her, his eyes calm yet tinged with a hint of pity, "Think it over carefully before contacting me. My time is very precious."
As his words fell, he pulled open the door and walked out without looking back.
Leaving Sylph slumped on the sofa, lost in thought, unable to recover for a long time.
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...
Returning to the bustling streets of M City, Han Sen pursed his lips, his mood undisturbed.
"What kind of organization is trying to recruit me?"
"Making the dignified Monster King work for you? Don't I have any dignity?"
He shook his head, feeling that playing power games with these mortals was a bit beneath him; it was less interesting than going back and discussing serious matters worth hundreds of millions with Psykos.
However, he also had other important business to attend to in M City, so he certainly couldn't be swayed by wine and women.
Hmm, he'd quit drinking later!
Thinking this, Han Sen took out his phone and dialed one of the few numbers in his contacts.
The call connected quickly, and a slightly steady male voice came through.
"Hello?"
"King, I'm almost downstairs at your place. Stop playing games and come out for some drinks and meat!"
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...
Half an hour later.
In M City, inside a rather famous Japanese-style barbecue restaurant.
The charcoal was burning fiercely in the grill, and grease dripped onto the hot coals with a "drip" sound.
"Sizzle—"
A pleasant sizzling sound, and the extremely tempting aroma of meat instantly filled the entire private room.
"Come on, King! This glass is to celebrate our great victory in the game that afternoon!" Han Sen raised a large, frosty mug of draft beer and enthusiastically said to King.
King's face still held a hint of the daze from being utterly crushed that afternoon, and his mouth twitched violently at the words.
—"Our"? "Great victory"?
—It was clearly just you, eating snacks and singing songs on the side, watching a good show all afternoon.
—I was the one who was pestered by Saitama, that bald maniac, fighting a hundred and eight different rounds of combat!
—My controller was almost smoking from how much I pressed it!
However, looking at the perfectly grilled, slightly charred edges, tender pink interior, and sizzling fat of the prime wagyu beef on the grill in front of him, as well as the perfectly chilled beer, King still silently raised his glass.
After all, only good food and good brothers should not be let down.
"Cheers!" x2
The cold beer slid down their throats, dispelling all fatigue and frustration.
"Burp…" King let out a satisfied burp, picked up a piece of grilled wagyu, dipped it in the secret sauce, and popped it into his mouth.
At this moment, his scar-faced visage, capable of making children stop crying, narrowed his eyes in bliss.
"Speaking of which," King mumbled, chewing, "was there another earthquake in Z City this afternoon? Even the tremors here in M City were quite strong; the ceiling in my house even shed some dust."
"Really? Was there such a thing?" Han Sen calmly picked up a piece of beef tongue and began to grill it, "Perhaps it's normal crustal activity. The geology near the uninhabited zone is inherently unstable."
"Oh, I see!"
King immediately understood, not doubting him.
"Come on, bottoms up!"
"Uh, okay…"
The cold beer slid down his throat, dispelling the dry heat of the charcoal.
As they spoke, Han Sen refilled King's glass: "Come on, this glass, to our everlasting friendship!"
"Oh… Oh! Okay!"
"Come on, this glass, may your martial luck continue to prosper!"
"…Uh, thank you!"
"This glass, to world peace!"
"…!"
"This glass…"
After several rounds, King had drunk himself under the table, unconscious.
A little-known fact: muscle training has nothing to do with alcohol tolerance.
Moreover, with Han Sen's method of pouring, no normal person could handle it.
At this moment, his smile grew even more benevolent, and he couldn't help but rub his hands together like a fly.
It was time!
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