Chapter 216

Chapter 216

He entered the office gracefully, taking a seat on the designated guest sofa.

Ummm You, youve picked people very well.

Just get to the point.

Unfazed by Jennys indifference, Manson, with his cold, unfeeling demeanor, spoke.

Was it Dray? The security system that mercenary devised is so thorough, I had to roll around outside with him for a good six hours. How could there be such a person?

Hes a veteran. He may not have encountered a madman like you, but hes familiar with commanding mana users.

Exactly!! No wonder he can issue commands without getting on my nerves. He seemed experienced in handling people like this

What do you want to say?

It had been nearly a week since Manson accepted Lennoks offer and started working here with no initial funds.

Jenny, by nature, had reservations about Manson, the freelancer. After all, it was challenging to discern the thought processes and values of someone capable of hosting multiple bodies. The sample size was limited.

Furthermore, Manson was the madman who had turned himself into a machine to manage his subordinates, controlling multiple bodies. His track record was nothing short of chaotic.

His selection of clients and his unconventional criteria for accepting jobs gave the impression of genuine insanity.

Instead of revealing his mental state to Jenny, Manson simply lowered his head, rested his chin on his hand, and began to speak.

Remember when I said I had a bad relationship with the Cartel?

Yeah. You said thats why you decided to join us?

Right. Theres something more I think I should say about that.

What?

Rather than answering directly, Manson tapped his head with his finger, where his temples should have been.

I usually dont remember well and forget things, but suddenly it came to mind. I think I need to tell you.

Its amazing youre still alive living like that. What is it?

I might have let the Cartel tamper with my body once.

What?

In my memory, they seemed to be engrossed in experiments to artificially alter human bodies at that time. I think I participated in their experiments for a good sum of money

Despite the sincerity in his gaze, Jenny found it challenging to trust Mansons words.

Manson continued to tap his head and shake it, creating an impression that he might not be telling the complete truth.

Anyway, considering the guys Van recently dealt with, I think they might have succeeded in their experiments. Ive been spacing out at work and such thoughts occurred to me.

Is that so? Fine.

Jenny nodded.

Ill talk to Dray to significantly increase your work hours. More time to think alone, more memories might come up, right?

Eeek? Nooooo!! Wait, now that I think about it, I dont remember anything!!

Manson panicked just as the office door burst open.

Times up for the meeting. Lets get out, you lunatic.

Velber and Velita, as if they had been waiting, effortlessly escorted Manson out of the office.

Both of them also helped ensure Jennys safety outside of the working hours Dray had established.

Velita winked with one eye while pulling Manson away, and Velber, always unwavering in his convictions, added,

That stock you recommended last time really shot up.

Are you going to keep embarrassing your sister like this?

Jenny offered a faint smile as she observed Velber being pulled away, then contemplated Mansons words.

Among the Cartel executives that Van had recently confronted, Virgil from the presidents team, and Girard and Eolara from the board of directors stood out.

There wasnt much specific information available about Virgil other than his exceptional strength, but Girard and Eolara were different cases entirely.

Panua would not reject such a request.

As Lennok finished his communication and turned around, he noticed Kilian, who had followed him to the factory site.

Sorry to put you to work right after arriving. Kilian said, though his expression didnt appear apologetic at all.

What have you been doing that youve been out of touch for three days? And wheres the coat you always carry around?

Just some business, Lennok replied, his shoulders covered not by his usual heavy coat but a black cardigan. Only this morning, as the drugs effects wore off completely, had his senses returned to normal, yet he still felt strangely uncomfortable. Even the coat seemed burdensome, so he had opted for a cardigan from the lab. It wasnt a bad choice, given that the weather was warming up with the changing season.

However, unlike the warming weather, the place Lennok was surveying was permeated with the strong odor of blood.

Gazing down at the blood-stained ruins, Lennok inquired, Youve heard the rough story, right?

Its our companys situation, so of course Im informed. The shareholders are already in a frenzy. Theyve asked us to prevent a terror attack using the core explosion at all costs.

Kilian sighed as he spoke. I hate to say this, but I need your help.

Rather than offering a verbal response, Lennok rose from his seat.

I dont think the Cartel would use such a brute method But lets go down and think about it.

Lets do that. But you dont look too good, are you okay?

Kilians observation was accurate. Lennoks expression was stiff and awkward, difficult to conceal even with disguise magic. It hadnt been long since the drugs effects had fully worn off, and all his senses had returned to normal. While moving his arms and legs posed no challenge, there was still some muscle stiffness. It was the consequence of reactivating muscles that had been dormant for an extended period.

Its needless worry.

Are you sure? Your condition is very important to us.

Kilian was not mistaken. Everything currently hinged on Lennoks capabilities. The cooperation with Dyke Corporation and the strategy they were devising were all made possible because of Lennoks ability to single-handedly dismantle a gang. His connections with Antares, the Krimgal office, and even the agents were essentially built on Lennoks personal network. Despite the Cartels overwhelming numbers, their ability to compete stemmed from Lennoks capacity to deliver results individually or with a select team, rivaling larger groups.

In essence, Jennys business relied on two pillars: her managerial skills and Lennoks abilities. If Lennok were to falter now, everything they had achieved thus far would crumble like grains of sand.

However, Lennok merely offered a faint smile and brushed aside the concern. Dont worry. I might be a bit tired, but my mind is clearer than ever.

Can I trust that?

Yeah. I dont know how to explain it, but Ive had some personal achievements recently. Just needed time to sort them out.

If someone like you says theyve achieved something, I cant even imagine the level of growth.

Well, its not that grand. Lennok replied, gazing at the overcast sky. Not memories, but visions. Ive just decided to go beyond reflecting on the past.

What the world he desired looked like was a question he had answered at a level of self-transformation, but Lennok chose not to boast about it. He believed that actions would speak louder than words, and discussing the serendipity he had gained during his absence would suffice.

I have no idea what youre talking about Okay, lets go in and check. Kilian said, sticking out his tongue playfully, and he led the way without further delay.

The two of them soon entered the factory site, now reduced to ruins. The expansive areas in the 50s district were eerily vast, filled with abandoned plots of land, contributing to the significant size of the devastation. In construction, the value of the land was often paramount, and it wasnt surprising that a factory built on such cheaply acquired land would be disproportionately large.

The sight that greeted them was haunting. Bodies were strewn all over the demolished factory, each with a terror-stricken expression and deep, savage wounds. It was evident that every person had been subjected to torment before meeting their end, a realization that furrowed Lennoks brow.

His wolf-like senses kicked in, and he bent down to inspect the mouth of one of the fallen corpses.

Almost all of them died of shock. Its not that they were tortured and killed, but rather, they were tortured to death and then discarded.Lennok remarked.

The one waiting for us ahead is definitely not in a normal mental state.

Instead of replying, Lennok slowly channeled his mana, extending his sensory range. Since the Cartel was well aware of Lennoks capabilities, the person behind this gruesome incident was likely a high-ranking figure, possibly at the board level.

Despite Lennoks previous victory over Girard, he remained vigilant. Capturing Girard had only been possible because Lennok had exploited his weakness using the Charm of Earths Embrace. Killing Girard, who grew more powerful with each wound, would have required significantly more effort. Furthermore, knowing that Girard had been defeated and yet still waiting for Lennok meant they likely had more effective strategies in store.

Considering that the act of torturing the factory personnel to death might not just be a preference

Girard had achieved a transformation in the properties of his magic by inflicting wounds upon himself. If other board members had also reached the 6th level of magic property transformation through certain conditions

Lost in thought, the two quickly reached the heart of the factory ruins. Abandoned conveyor belts that could have churned out thousands of firearms, metal casting equipment crushed and contorted like playthings, and the dark red bloodstains that crudely overlaid all traces of destruction painted a gruesome picture.

The extent of the massacre that had occurred here was unmistakable. Bodies were grotesquely suspended upside down from the high ceilings of the workstations, and chunks of flesh were scattered in all directions.

Amidst this scene of death and bloodshed, a man sat in a chair, playing the violin in solitary contemplation.

(To be Continued)

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