Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 409: Servant’s Needle (Part 2)_1

Chapter 409 -409: Servant’s Needle (Part 2)_1

Fu Qian pushed open the glass door when less than a minute was left until 9:30.

At almost the same time, a collective gaze from the seemingly high-end office whipped towards the door.

However, from the looks on their faces, they were quite accustomed to this punctual clock-in behavior.

“You’re ten seconds earlier than yesterday!”

Someone even called out with a teasing tone, laughter in their voice.

Fu Qian didn’t respond, knowing that the comment wasn’t directed at him but at the female colleague who had entered alongside him.

It was clear that relative to himself, the girl received more attention from the others.

By then, she had already taken off her mask, revealing a carefully made-up face, undeniably beautiful at a glance.

In response to the teasing, she just snorted through her nose and cast an unintentional glance at Fu Qian.

That look seemed to imply, if it weren’t for this guy, I would have arrived even earlier.

After shifting her gaze away, the girl walked straight to a desk and sat down.

And throughout it all, it seemed that absolutely no one noticed anything unusual about her.

The whole room was oblivious to the bloodstains around her neck.

In fact, prior to entering the door, she was still adjusting the angle of her head.

Such a harmonious company culture indeed.

In the midst of these thoughts, Fu Qian didn’t stop moving and headed towards another vacant workstation.

The moment he entered, he had already scanned his surroundings.

Bright and warm lighting, neat and tidy men and women in business attire, all sitting quietly at their stations, immersed in their tasks, with the scent of coffee wafting through the air.

From their hair and facial features, there were people of all races.

No matter from which angle, it all had the air of a prestigious large company.

And in this harmonious scene, two fully-equipped workstations were conveniently unoccupied.

Although from the variety of low-calorie snacks on one of the desks, Fu Qian could almost make a guess.

But the woman who brought her head to work had clearly eliminated one wrong option for him.

As for those vacant individual offices around the workspace?

From the reaction of everyone upon entry, it was easy to tell that he wasn’t part of management, most likely not privileged with a private office.

[Current task has been updated]

Just as he sat down, the completion alert for the task sounded.

Done!

Fu Qian glanced at his watch; there were just a few last seconds left.

3, 2, 1…

He didn’t rush to lower his hand but silently counted down.

Nearly the instant the countdown ended, a clap of thunder boomed.

Situated near a window, Fu Qian took the opportunity to look outside, just in time to see that the building was caught in a torrential downpour.

This rain sure knows what it’s doing, drenching only the latecomers.

Fu Qian clicked his tongue.

Of course, that was just a joke, but the punctuality of the rain was eerily precise.

Especially since it was daytime, but everything outside seemed shrouded in a misty gray haze, the thunderstorm casting the surroundings in a ghostly pall.

[Stay at your work position until the police arrive]

At that moment, the prompt for a new task came, causing Fu Qian to become pensive.

Are the police coming? Because something happened here?

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The girl from the elevator certainly qualified, but it’s hard to imagine, do the police really handle matters of losing one’s head?

Fu Qian thought as he looked around, noticing that the office was still a picture of harmony, completely unaffected by the weather outside.

“Morning, it’s rare to see you arrive so late!”

At this moment to Fu Qian’s left, a middle-aged uncle with a friendly face shuffled his feet, pivoting his chair to face him and greeted him warmly.

“You’re usually here at nine o’clock sharp. We all thought you’d taken the day off.”

Strangely enough, although the words seemed concerned, the uncle’s expression was noticeably gloomy and lifeless as he spoke.

In the end, the middle-aged uncle stared straight at Fu Qian, his face contorted indescribably.

“I overslept.”

Fu Qian seemed completely oblivious to the oddity, smiling as he met the man’s gaze.

“You, oversleeping?”

Two seconds later, the uncle seemed to process Fu Qian’s message, the sinister look on his face suddenly vanished, and his expression became vivid.

At the same time, his tone sounded as though he had heard something astonishing.

“Could it be because of that messed-up shipment? That’s not like you at all. Aren’t you the one who never lets any troubles carry over to the next day?”

“Besides, it wasn’t your fault in the first place; it was clearly his own mistake.”

The uncle glanced toward the glass partition next to him, his voice dropping lower.

“But you better be careful.”

“I’ve heard Sato is looking for a scapegoat everywhere. Make sure you don’t get dragged into it.”

Could there really be such a hidden agenda? Surely standing one’s ground here didn’t mean getting involved in office politics, right?

Unfortunately, given the uncle’s recent demeanor, the situation seemed far from simple.

Listening to the uncle’s earnest advice, Fu Qian just nodded lightly.

“Thanks for the heads-up, I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Come here for a moment.”

Just then, as if to confirm the uncle’s words, the glass door opposite was pushed open from the inside.

A burly figure then poked his head out, pointing sternly at Fu Qian with a serious expression.

This must be Sato, no doubt about it.

Glancing at the retreating colleague, Fu Qian thought for a moment before standing up and walking over.

“What’s going on with you? Why hasn’t the monthly statistical report been submitted yet?”

The moment Fu Qian stepped through the door, the man immediately asked him aggressively.

“And you know I need it for a meeting later. Why did you have to arrive so late today of all days?”

“That would be because I am someone who seeks inner peace, requiring a guaranteed eight hours of sleep every day.”

Facing the criticism from his superior, Fu Qian responded blandly without showing any expression.

There was no helping it. As a thirty-three-year-old office worker, his character setting was so weirdly classic that one couldn’t help but play along.

“What do you mean by that?”

That instant, the weird expression that had been on the uncle’s face appeared once again, this time on Sato’s.

And compared to the former, the latter’s fury was even more intense.

It created a vague feeling that, beneath this human facial features, something else was watching him, ready to awaken at any moment.

“What I mean is, I have no interest in taking the fall for your mistake, and I refuse to waste any more energy explaining this to you.”

Fu Qian looked straight into Sato’s face, deliberately steering the conversation towards the information he had received from the uncle.

“What did you say!”

As Fu Qian finished speaking, Sato paused for a moment and then, as expected, flew into a rage, slamming his hand on the desk.

However, this wasn’t the focal point for Fu Qian, who keenly noticed that alongside the anger, the eerie expression on Sato’s face had disappeared.