"Is Adousan awake?"
"Yes! He woke up yesterday morning."
"Have you interrogated him?"
Emily nodded slightly, her expression becoming more serious. "The medicine you gave me was very effective. He told me everything, both what he should and shouldn't have said."
"It sounds like you got a lot of useful intelligence!"
"Do you want to know?"
Luke shook his head. "Adousan is your prisoner; you don't need to tell me. I'm curious, though, what do you plan to do next?"
At the mention of it, Emily immediately looked distressed.
"I'm racking my brain! Adousan revealed a lot of internal details, including the locations of illegal currency exchanges, drug processing plants, transaction points, contacts, and distribution channels. The information is overwhelming; I don't know where to start."
"Idiot!"
Luke flicked her on the head, scolding with a smile, "It's a huge case; how can you investigate it alone? Didn't you think about asking some colleagues for help, like those in the Metahuman Task Force?"
Emily was startled, looking thoughtful.
Luke continued, "In this world, no matter what you want to achieve, you need help to succeed."
"Falcone is an unchallenged Great White Shark. A shark that massive and swift isn't something you can swallow alone. You need to learn to cooperate and share. If one person isn't enough, find a few more to collectively take down the Great White Shark. Afterward, keep the choicest parts for yourself and divide the rest of the meat among your partners. Only then will they wholeheartedly help you and push you toward a higher position."
"Wouldn't that be improper?" Emily hesitated. "After all, they all have their assignments, and Falcone isn't easy to deal with. What if..."
Before she could finish, Luke burst into laughter. He laughed and sighed, shaking his head.
"You really are a little fool!"
"While the FBI is a law enforcement agency, that doesn't mean there's fair competition internally. Ask your superhuman friends if they've ever been given a fair chance to compete."
Emily frowned slightly, looking down in silence.
Luke continued, "In my opinion, FBI agents are essentially fishermen, protecting the order of the ocean and eliminating disorderly fish. Fishing is both a job and a life. Small fish and shrimp are insignificant and won't get you noticed. Only big fish and sea monsters can showcase your worth. A Great White Shark like Falcone, a catch decades in the making, is exactly what a fisherman dreams of. Only a Great White Shark can allow them to break their current cage and ascend to a higher rank."
"Call your friends in the Metahuman Task Force, explain the situation, and let them choose for themselves. Trust me, no one will refuse this kind of temptation."
Emily carefully considered Luke's words and found them highly logical. The Metahuman Task Force was the FBI's most potent department, yet they were underutilized due to their metahuman status, often relegated to support roles with no glory, only hard work...
After much thought, Emily pulled out her phone.
Luke looked surprised. "What are you doing?"
"You told me to call my friends."
Luke slapped his forehead, completely exasperated.
"The Great White Shark hasn't even shown up, and the fisherman is already getting anxious! That's not the quality of a good hunter."
"Wait for my notice before you call. Before then, your primary concern is personnel selection. The people you choose don't need to be too powerful, but they must be able to keep a secret. Understand?"
"Keep a secret?"
Emily looked confused. "They shouldn't betray us, right?"
"Are you sure?"
Emily was silent for a moment, then muttered softly, "I'm not a mind reader; how should I know if they'll leak a secret?"
Luke looked up at the sky, truly questioning whether his decision to help Emily climb the ranks was right or wrong.
With her level of intelligence, can she really become a director?
"Tell you what, why don't you tell me about your friends' personalities, family situations, personal finances, and recent needs? I'll help you analyze them."
"Isn't that inappropriate?"
The FBI has regulations against disclosing agents' personal data.
Luke looked at her calmly. "If you think it's inappropriate, figure it out yourself. However, before you make any calls, you must give me the list of people."
"Fine!"
Emily didn't refuse and accepted Luke's suggestion.
Confrontation in the Office
After the conversation, the two walked through the park like a couple. The sight of the handsome man and beautiful woman instantly made them the center of attention wherever they went, especially Emily. In her dress and short top, revealing her slender waist, she looked stylish and sexy. Combined with her purple hair and purple eyes, she was a walking source of visual appeal.
Two photographers tried to take their picture, but Luke refused them without hesitation.
Beautiful things are enough for oneself to appreciate; why invite others to fantasize about them?
At 4:00 PM, Luke said goodbye to Emily and returned to the company.
The moment he walked in, he noticed the strange atmosphere. Employees were rushing around, and some even looked terrified.
Luke frowned and asked gravely,
"What's going on?"
Charlie said through gritted teeth, "Alexander Rhodes, that scumbag. He entered ShowMe as a shareholder representative, and when some people objected, he beat them."
"Who was hit?"
"Mike and Zack."
Luke nodded and continued to ask, "Where is Alexander Rhodes now?"
"Your office."
Luke said nothing more. He loosened his tie and strode toward his office. Employees who were secretly observing the situation simultaneously held their breath.
That bastard is tall and huge; his arms are thicker than a normal person's thigh. He looks like a gorilla standing there. If the boss provokes him, what if...
Some wanted to advise Luke not to look for trouble, but the words caught in their throats.
The finance department had confirmed that the company had signed the investment contract with Central Bank: $30 million for 60% of the shares. As employees, while they were surprised by the "cheap" contract, it was the boss's business and didn't concern them, as long as the investor didn't cause chaos.
Unfortunately, Alexander Rhodes's arrival shattered that illusion. He hung over ShowMe like a dark cloud.
Luke pushed open the office door and immediately saw Alexander sitting in the swivel chair, smoking.
Luke closed the door behind him, blocking Charlie out.
He took off his suit jacket, threw it onto the sofa, and stared ahead, his expression as cold as ice.
"They told me you beat my people in my company."
"So what?"
Alexander rested his feet on the desk, looked Luke up and down, and sneered, "What, you want revenge?"
Luke unbuttoned his cuffs and said indifferently, "Why did you hit them?"
"I hit them because I wanted to! What are you going to do about it?"
Luke suggested very seriously, "You should tell me the reason. That way, it'll hurt a lot less."
Alexander burst into a crazed laugh.
"You pretty boy want to fight me? Fine. I have time today. I'll teach you a good lesson and show you how to be a dog."
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