An Nishang's red lips curled into a faint smile.
"Aren't you busy with something right now?"
"Boss, please don't joke with me." Chen Che gave a wry smile and said seriously, "I know you still want to kill me."
An Nishang, who was originally enjoying the remaining effects, had a gleam flash in her eyes and said calmly, "Why do you say that?"
"Boss, I understand you.
Even though I've proven that I'm not a traitor, you don't want to experience such a thing a second time. What if someone uses me, this fool, again next time?
The consequences could be very serious.
So you don't want to gamble, you're hesitating whether to kill this fool of mine."
"Boss, I also want to prove my strength to you. I can not only do it but do it well...
Assign me some tasks, Boss.
I can not only relieve your worries but also solve your problems.
Give me another chance."
An Nishang slowly closed her eyes again, suddenly turned over, straddling Chen Che, looking down at him.
"I've given you many chances, but you never cherish them." An Nishang suddenly said something cryptic, leaving Chen Che a bit puzzled.
What had the original owner done before? Why can't I remember?
Never mind, strike while the iron is hot.
Chen Che propped himself up, reached out to touch the smooth skin, hugged the slender waist, and leaned close to An Nishang: "Boss, I've died once already."
He kissed An Nishang's collarbone.
Annie, with closed eyes, pondered for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes, grabbed Chen Che's chin, lifted it, and with red lips almost touching his said:
"Moore is dead, I do lack a hand.
A new psychic forbidden substance has appeared recently in the Upper City District, Pandora's Kiss.
The frequency of this substance's appearance is high lately, causing a lot of trouble, and many have died.
I'll give you an opportunity, find out the distributors and developers behind Pandora's Kiss for me.
I'll get you a position as Chief Investigator in the Judicial Bureau's Investigation Department.
If you can complete this task.
In my eyes, you won't just be a bedfellow but a subordinate I can rely on."
"It would be my honor to serve you, Boss."
Chen Che's lips curved into a faint smile; this was what he wanted.
Power and trust.
As An Nishang's male companion, he was deeply tied to her.
An Nishang would never tolerate betrayal; trying to leave her safely for someone else was as good as suicide.
Besides, in the entire Ninth Special Zone, who else cared about him, this pretty face, besides An Nishang?
It was An Nishang who gave him a special kind of affection.
And this demonic woman wasn't so hard to get along with.
Staying by this demon's side, he could gain more.
Chen Che proactively kissed An Nishang's lips.
An Nishang did not refuse or resist, allowing Chen Che to play with her.
Chen Che reciprocated An Nishang's trust with action, making intimate sounds.
An Nishang quickly frowned, finally only wrapping her arms around Chen Che's neck, letting him hold her waist.
When his face was pressed against this demon's face, Chen Che thought that this demon didn't seem so frightening, quite similar to an ordinary woman...
The exotic Other Shore Flower began to bloom again.
...
The next day.
After a night of toil, Chen Che slept soundly.
He didn't expect someone like An Nishang would sleep in each other's arms with him, like lovers in heat.
This made Chen Che even feel a hint of illusion.
When he opened his eyes in the morning,
An Nishang was already sitting beside him, holding a square tablet, seemingly looking up information.
Before the apocalypse, technology had reached its peak: artificial organs, technological prosthetics, intracranial biochips were all flourishing.
But after the apocalypse, technology almost stalled.
It wasn't until humans began to rebuild major safe zones and continuously discovered scientists frozen by cryotechnology before the apocalypse in major underground cities.
That technology began to explode again.
Electricity, nuclear energy, and biological kinetics returned to human society.
However, due to the environment and manufacturing capacity.
The tablet in An Nishang's hand is something almost exclusively used by government officials, nobility, and those in high-profit illegal enterprises like gangs.
It's rare to see among commoners.
Unlike in the Old World, where even commoners could easily afford tablets and smartphones.
After all, trying to manufacture a computer chip with the industrial capabilities of the Wasteland makes even producing a photolithography machine difficult.
The value of one tablet equals a family's food supply for a year.
There are extraordinary abilities on the Wasteland.
There is a disaster-type profession known as Alchemy Calamity.
As the name implies, these gifted individuals possess unique alchemical abilities.
Most of the metal prostheses installed on people in the Wasteland, various precision weapons, including the tablet used by An Nishang, are aided by these Alchemists.
Alchemy Calamity is one of the most common disaster-type professions nowadays.
It is due to the emergence of Alchemy Calamity that humans can reconstruct complex industries and build vast city-safe zones.
Chen Che glanced at the content on An Nishang's tablet and his expression instantly froze; a very bad premonition arose in his heart.
[The Phantom Night Tour will once again visit the Ninth Special Zone on April 6...]
An Nishang slowly turned the tablet, a trace of a faint smile on her red lips: "Did you have fun last time? Spending all your money clean. Seems like the women there really captivated you."
"Or have you been with me for too long and got bored of playing with me?"
[An Nishang's jealousy increases by 5%...10%...50%...]
[An Nishang's killing intent increases by 40%...60%...70%...]
Shit!
The boomerang hits right between the brows.
As for where the money went, even Chen Che doesn't know. It was a reason he fabricated in the dungeon.
Yesterday, when An Nishang came back, she didn't mention it, making Chen Che relax, thinking it was over.
Where did this come from?
Chen Che, with a cheerful face, tried to hug An Nishang, but a snow-white foot with red nail polish suddenly stepped on his chest, preventing him from getting closer. Her face bore a teasing smile, her charming eyes gazing at him with a playful squint.
Cold sweat dripped down Chen Che's back.
Chen Che held that foot, bringing it to his lips, kissed it lightly, then hugged that snow-white calf, gently massaging it, expressing his loyalty, "Boss, I was bewitched by those Banshees' Charm Art, I was wrong..."
Chen Che frantically thought about how he could make An Nishang not dwell on this matter. His heartbeat was fast. God knows why the demoness would get jealous over him.
Chen Che purely believed she merely saw him as a possession she had a strong desire to own.
But now, Chen Che really couldn't think of any explanation to offer.
"Boss, why do you say such things? Boss, every part of you fascinates me. Even a strand of your hair drives me crazy. How could I ever be bored of you?
I'm only afraid you've grown tired of me."
Chen Che forced these words from his mouth, enduring the cringe in his heart.
Seeing An Nishang roll her eyes at him.
It's over, it's over. Could I get implicated here... As chaos filled Chen Che's mind, An Nishang simply glared at him and said coldly, "If you dare go to such a place again next time..."
An Nishang's lips drew a slight arc.
Chen Che shuddered.
To his surprise, it seemed to pass just like that; An Nishang didn't dwell too much on it.
This unexpected honor caught him off guard...
An Nishang placed her other foot on Chen Che's shoulder.
Chen Che immediately understood and hurried to abide by the boss's wishes.
An Nishang still had a teasing smile on her face: "I give you ten days off a month; it seems you are quite leisurely. In the future, you won't have any days off each month."
In his memory, if An Nishang worked overtime at the Judicial Bureau, sometimes he even had to rush to the bureau to provide the necessary support.
Previously, he still had ten days off a month, purely because he cooperated happily with An Nishang.
Chen Che's mouth twitched. At the moment, he dared not provoke An Nishang, obediently saying, "Boss's orders are absolute!"
Only then did An Nishang's killing intent gradually decrease.
An hour of morning training.
An Nishang, covered in fragrant sweat, went to take a shower.
Lying on the bed, Chen Che felt a wave of dread.
"Luckily the demoness didn't dig too deep into it... But why would she get jealous of me? Could it be she likes me as a person? Impossible...
I'd better be more careful in the future."
Chen Che attributed it to An Nishang seeing him as a private possession; having been "used" by someone else, her possessiveness flared.
As for the thought that this demoness might have special feelings for him.
Chen Che couldn't believe it.