The atmosphere in Fisk's office wasn't good.
With Fisk remaining silent and the pressure mounting, everyone stood stiffly, heads lowered, trying to avoid eye contact to escape being called on.
At times like this, only Wesley seemed somewhat at ease, but even he stayed quiet. The tense, awkward silence lingered, making it hard to breathe, yet no one dared to make a sound.
After a long pause, Fisk finally broke the silence with his first question following Wesley's report.
"So, two of our factories were destroyed, is that right?"
Although phrased as a question, it sounded like a statement.
No one responded. Wesley, wearing glasses and a well-tailored suit that made him look like a lawyer or assistant, remained silent.
The second question: "There was only one person, a masked individual, correct?"
Still, no one replied.
"So, all we know now is there's a pile of dead bodies, a bunch of injured people, and several who ran away, right?"
The room wasn't cold, but someone was already shaking.
"Wesley," Fisk called out.
Wesley finally spoke: "From what we know so far, this person isn't one of our usual enemies. He appeared out of nowhere."
Wesley continued, speaking clearly and directly as he always knew the right time to speak and what to say.
"He's not from one of our rivals either; the 'products' were destroyed but not stolen."
"This person has strange abilities, Fisk. He's not an ordinary man."
"His motive might be money. The cash on-site was taken, so maybe we have a chance to recruit him."
Wesley closed his folder, leaned forward, and added seriously, "He's different from any of our previous enemies."
Fisk understood what Wesley meant.
Ten bodies, seven people severely injured.
This guy wasn't one of those 'heroes'; he was a real lunatic!
As Wesley spoke, the other factory and project leaders in the room exhaled in relief, internally thanking Wesley for once again saving their necks.
"Fisk, what do you plan to do?"
Wesley didn't ask, "What do you think?" since Fisk ruled like a tyrant—he only needed advice before giving orders.
"Find him. Kill him."
There was no hesitation. Blood must be paid with blood. Recruitment wasn't a conqueror's way.
Wesley nodded to the group, and everyone nodded back in acknowledgment before quietly leaving without disturbing Fisk, who was lost in thought.
They knew that the immediate danger wasn't over. Until that guy was found and killed, the looming threat would hang over them.
With just the two of them left in the office, Fisk absentmindedly snapped a golden bull figurine he was fiddling with. He finally snapped out of his thoughts.
Wesley, with his hands clasped in front, asked, "Fisk, should I start preparing for your wedding?"
"Hahaha!"
Fisk suddenly laughed. "Yeah, I was thinking about her." The two had known each other since their humble beginnings, and in terms of friendship, nothing compared.
Fisk responded to Wesley's playful remark with sincerity: "I think I've found a woman who truly understands me. Do you get that, Wesley?"
Wesley responded with a hug.
"Congratulations, Fisk!"
"I hope one day to have a child, and he'll call you Godfather."
"I might not give you the chance for that."
"Haha, you will, Wesley!"
...
Since the system rewarded him with ten free draws, Leon hadn't touched the lottery again—at least not until the system's first upgrade.
Of the previous ten draws, he considered himself lucky for pulling two green items and a skill. Even among the white items, there was a four-wheel-drive car that could charge for two hours and run for five minutes.
But the rest? Garbage! Pure trash!
A flying wing? Seriously?
Did they think I'd never watched cartoons?
And what's with that Queen's Victory cigar?
Did you get permission from Teacher Yu for that?
Leon realized that everything in the system's prize pool came with a joke, even if it wasn't there at first, the system would force one in the notes.
Must be the system's twisted sense of humor!
Funny, sure—but really not useful.
Leon figured that anything below green in quality—even perfect white items—was generally not worth much. But if it was green, then it was definitely useful. At least, that's how it had been so far.
Both green items he'd gotten had proven handy.
"Alright then, time to witness a miracle!"
2,200 points—enough for 11 draws.
Let's start with 10 and enjoy the thrill! Then save the last one for later!
"System, ten draws!"
With a flash of light visible only to Leon, the system's prize pool interface flickered, and ten boxes appeared.
The boxes all looked the same on the outside. What kind of items were inside, and their quality or usefulness, were anyone's guess until they were opened. But this time, there was a 10% chance of pulling a blue item!
The first box opened.
[Shape-shifting Scroll (Fragment): Mystic Cat]
Effect: Allows transformation into a normal-sized mystic cat (duration based on Intelligence attribute).
Skill Level: 1
Note: Found a cat on the street, named it A'Du because it was under a car.
Oh wow! Not bad!
First pull and it's a skill. Looks like today's my lucky day!
With a weird sense of confidence and joy, Leon opened the second box.
Holding the white, broken-quality kunai in his hand, Leon felt pure pain.
"How many flights of stairs does a bag of rice need to be carried up?" This thing's worse than a metal skewer!
Next dreamer, please!
The third box...
"It really is a metal skewer!"
[Senbon*20]
Quality: White
Condition: Broken
Note: Actually, I'm a doctor—my specialty is acupuncture.
Leon: ...
I almost believed you!
Just a warm-up, just a warm-up...
Leon reassured himself.
"Box four, open!"
[Anesthesia (Physical, Passive Skill)]
Effect: Chance to cause fainting when striking the head.
Skill Level: 1
Note: Ever seen a fist the size of a sandbag?
Ah...!
It seems the system really wants me to go back to my old job!
First fake acupuncture, now real (???) anesthesia?
Leon couldn't help but ponder: Is a vet a real doctor?
Ah, whatever. Next dreamer!
White garbage.
Next!!!
[Tooth Care Set (Toothpaste, Brush, Baking Soda)]
Quality: Green
Condition: Excellent
Effect: Mix toothpaste and baking soda to stop bleeding and whiten wounds. Combined with the toothbrush, scars can be removed.
Note: Everyone knows that baking soda is useless for brushing teeth but great for everything else.
Note 2: My grandma brushing her teeth is more intense than Boruto.
Leon: Damn! Amazing!
(End of Chapter)