Four Split Personalities

"Huh?"

Wei Yang, who was whispering to Laisa, looked up in confusion.

"Go get me the number 16 file that was just sorted out the day before yesterday, the one with the A-level confidentiality."

Jun Wu pointed to the bookshelf in the corner of the lounge that was full of magazines and flyers.

"Got it, huh."

Wei Yang smiled, flapped her wings to fly about one meter in the air, and then ran to that messy big shelf, quickly tapping in several places.

Then Motan and Laisa saw the file folder silently slide back half a meter, while another shelf, identical to the former, slowly rose from the ground. Eighty percent of it was empty, with only the bottom row holding about twenty colorful ’envelopes’.

Perhaps because there were so few targets that there was no need for selection, Wei Yang easily found the number 16 A-level file that Jun Wu had mentioned, and tossed it to the latter.

"Cleo Illumina, I’ve actually investigated this person before."

Jun Wu casually pulled out two pieces of parchment from the file, frowning as he skimmed over them, "He used to be our competitor. Remember the task I told you about before... um..."

Noticing his hesitation, Motan smiled and chimed in, "The promotion task, right? No need to be so secretive. Laisa is quite knowledgeable about ’players’; you don’t need to be reserved."

Laisa nodded slightly, smiling gracefully.

"No way?!"

Jun Wu’s eyes widened in shock, "And you just blurt this out?"

Motan shrugged, spreading his hands, "No choice. Otherwise, I can’t explain why I need to disappear for a while every day."

"Heh, I thought someone like you would be online all the time."

Jun Wu chuckled awkwardly, showing appropriate surprise.

Motan sipped on the apple juice mixed with wine that Wei Yang had brought him, disdainfully saying, "Don’t lump me with little brats like you who have nothing to do all day, bro has aspirations and ideals, living the life."

"Who’s a little brat! I might even be older than you!"

"Don’t be ridiculous, just a kid fresh out of high school."

"What the fuck, how do you know that..."

"It’s obvious."

"So how is it obvious."

"None of your business."

"..."

Left speechless by Motan, Jun Wu swiftly changed the subject, continuing, "So, that promotion task wasn’t just for me and Wei Yang. In fact, it involved other participants, and the one with the greatest hope was that Cleo Illumina. Apart from the fact that he was the big boss’s apprentice, that guy is the most professional in this area among the younger generation. If it weren’t for your help in cheating, I would never have been able to surpass him."

Motan, while mulling over his thoughts, casually said, "And you still have the nerve to charge me a thousand bucks for boarding fees?"

"Blood is thicker than water, but clear accounts make good friends."

"And what about dear uncles?"

"Still need to settle accounts clearly... Spit! If you’re going to joke around, at least do it properly!"

"Rest assured, you won’t miss that bit of small change."

Motan smiled, then bent over and took the dossier on Cleo·Illumina from Jun Wu’s hands, glancing through it rapidly as he asked, "So tell me, why would he turn up here to settle accounts with you?"

Jun Wu was equally curious about this issue. Why would Cleo, the influential apprentice of the big shot inn owner, with both status and skills, come to his place looking for work?

"I don’t know."

After pondering for a long while, Jun Wu eventually shook his head, "Based on the information at hand, even if he had not acquired the position in charge of the Wuye District, the hostel in Black Gold Cross Street would certainly have a spot for him. Cleo·Illumina has left the City of Freedom to gain experience for many years. The two hostels that have been built here should obviously include one of his. I previously thought he would definitely accept the offer from Black Gold Cross Street, but unexpectedly..."

"Oh, I have a guess."

Motan raised his hand to interrupt Jun Wu who couldn’t find any clues, and tossed the two pieces of information about Cleo onto the table, smiling playfully, "That kid, seems like he can’t stand losing..."

Wei Yang was shocked and exclaimed softly, "Is he here to cause trouble?!"

"No."

Before Motan could speak, Jun Wu quickly shook his head to refute his sister’s guess, and spoke methodically, "Based on the resume I managed to gather, Cleo·Illumina is definitely not a fool. Being recognized and personally mentored by the big boss as an apprentice shows he isn’t the type to act on a whim because of a fragile ego. Moreover, this is the City of Freedom, the stronghold of the Cloud Traveler Inn. It wouldn’t be just him coming over to stir up trouble; even if Cleo spent money to hire someone through secret channels to cause us problems, there’s a very high chance they would be rooted out. Although I don’t know much about the person, doing something that could severely lower one’s own reputation is something he wouldn’t do, unless his brain was kicked by a donkey, so..."

Jun Wu suddenly glanced at Motan, seemingly hoping the latter could confirm the idea that had just popped into his head.

"You guessed right."

Motan nodded with an enchanting smile and snapped his fingers showily, "With Cleo’s foundation in Cloud Traveler Inn and his relationship with that big boss, getting the information you submitted wouldn’t be too difficult. Thus, a very confident him would naturally investigate and come to the conclusion ’that bastard Jun Wu is actually better than me.’ He definitely doesn’t know someone helped you cheat, and just like that, a bum who squats at home every day becomes a champion without having stepped out of his home, so to speak."

Jun Wu didn’t dwell on the subtle discrepancies in the other’s words but sat up straight and said in a deep voice, "So his purpose here is probably..."

"To figure out how he lost."

The corners of Motan’s mouth curled into a mocking smile, and he whispered, "No need to explain, no need for answers, and no need to use ’Mr. Zelda,’ the informant we agreed upon earlier, as a front. You just need to find some time in the coming days to tip him off, let Cleo understand that you know who he is, and if used well, that person might become your breakthrough for climbing higher."

Jun Wu, who was also not so straightforward, naturally understood and responded, "The position as the person in charge of this shop is already not low. To climb higher... heh, you make it sound easy."

"Nonsense, I’m not the one climbing, of course, I can speak lightly about it."

Motan stretched lazily, stood up leisurely, and said to Jun Wu and Wei Yang with a smile, "Keep an eye out for the recent movements of the Cavos Family, the general size of the major Sect’s churches in the City of Freedom, information about the God-extinguishing Cult, and... interesting occurrences in the Shaven Empire on the Southwestern Continent over the past few months."

"I’ll do my best."

Jun Wu nodded, not making a full promise, but clearly expressing a desire for their cooperation to last for a more extended period.

"This is the foster fee."

Motan casually tossed a universal certificate from the Gold Coin Commerce Association onto the table, saying with a smile, "There are two thousand Gold Coins in it, one thousand for you and one thousand for Laisa’s fun and frivolities. She can’t conveniently leave here, so if she needs anything, you two can send someone to buy it for her. As for the blood plasma supply needed for a Blood Seeker’s Constitution, you two don’t need to worry about it; I’ve already contacted the seller beforehand. Fresh blood plasma will be delivered here every week, the money has already been paid in advance, you two just need to make sure Laisa doesn’t eat too much and get fat."

"Rest assured, coo! Task guaranteed, coo!!"

Wei Yang quickly snatched up the commercial certificate, her eyes sparkling as she tucked it into her bag, her smile exceptionally bright.

"Well, I’m off, be good here."

Lastly, Motan threw a flirtatious look at Laisa and turned to leave...

"Don’t leave..."

Laisa Covus held onto the corner of Motan’s clothing with tears welling up, looking at him pitifully, "I don’t want you to leave."

Chapter 603: The End