I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 311: Chapter 140: Crazy Biting, You’re Really No Good (5k) _3

But now it looks like things did go a bit off track, but not by much.

Wen Yan mulled it over and guessed the only possible explanation was that the missionary was indeed fanatical; even after drowning and becoming a nether soul, he still didn’t forget to preach to the Dragon God.

Then he ended up pissing off the Dragon God so much that the Dragon God took the initiative to send someone to make contact with the Scorching Sun Department.

Of course, this whole thing isn’t really a big problem. By this point, it doesn’t have much to do with Gauss either.

Wen Yan poured Gauss another drink and earnestly tried to advise him.

”Don’t worry. The ’trial’ we talk about here in the Divine Land doesn’t mean you absolutely can’t use your power at all.

Not letting you use your power is actually the easiest way to practice self-restraint.

Haven’t you noticed? Ever since you lost your power, life’s actually been different.”

”Yeah, it’s different. I’m feeling all sorts of things I’ve never felt before.” Gauss nodded earnestly. Honestly, he used to be so lazy he wouldn’t even walk by himself.

”But after reading all those stories and books, haven’t you noticed something?”

”What?”

”Upholding justice always goes hand in hand. The necessary things, the right things—even gods and Buddhas will get mad from time to time.

Even though this time you didn’t exactly mess up, next time you run into something like this, just call me first.

If you act rashly before understanding the full picture, that is a failure of self-restraint.

The fact that you came to talk to me about this shows you’ve already made a lot of progress.

At least you’re willing to face your own mistakes, and that’s really good.

Come on, here’s to you—a drink to your progress.”

Wen Yan raised his glass and spoke with real sincerity. He truly was happy that Gauss was willing to talk about this, and he genuinely felt Gauss was improving.

Gauss picked up his glass and downed it in one go. He visibly relaxed a lot.

The past couple of days, he’d even forgotten to eat twice, just worrying about failing his trial and losing any chance in the future.

Now he could finally put his mind at ease. Wen Yan was right—next time something like this comes up, he’d just call Wen Yan first to check.

After finishing the drinks and seeing Gauss off, Wen Yan figured he really should give Minister Cai a call about this.

Word was, Minister Cai had been so stressed these past two days that his hairline was receding again.

Even though Minister Cai was a bit of a sly fox, he really did try to do things properly.

Checking the time, Wen Yan figured Minister Cai should still be up, so he dialed his number.

Once the call connected, he roughly went over the whole thing.

But before he could finish, Cai Qidong cut him off.

”No, no, no, this whole thing has absolutely nothing to do with Gauss!

Are you hearing me? Absolutely nothing to do with Gauss.

We’ve already looked into it thoroughly. It’s just what we found before.

Don’t stick your nose in, and don’t go spreading rumors or slandering law-abiding citizens.

That’s it.”

Wen Yan was a bit stunned—what the hell was that about?

Then he heard Cai Qidong say in a rather contemptuous tone—

”You’re really something, you know that? Getting your info god knows where...”

”From Gauss...”

”Don’t interrupt—no manners. Let me finish what I’m saying.”

”Okay, go on.”

”You hear a rumor somewhere, and turn right around to report it to me. That’s really not okay.

He trusted you to tell you the news—even if it’s just a rumor.

But then you just go and pass it right along, even if I’m the ’other person.’

Are you even human?

Your character is really lacking!”

Click, beep beep beep...

Cai Heizi just hung up on him.

Wen Yan stared at the phone in utter confusion. He put the phone down and thought about it for a while.

”Fuck!”

Wen Yan’s whole mindset was a bit blown—turns out he was just the honest sucker here.

No wonder the Scorching Sun Department didn’t even bother with Gauss.

Cai Heizi just grabbed an excuse and milked it for all he could.

He really didn’t care how that foreign missionary died—whether Gauss treated him to a drink of West River water or the Dragon God drowned him, the result’s the same.

Whether his body went to preach to the Dragon God or his nether soul did, it’s all the same in the end.

The process and beginning don’t matter at all.

What’s important is the excuse.

Because everyone knows, there’s no way the Dragon God would tell such a lame lie—let alone collude with the Scorching Sun Department to lie. That would be worse than killing the Dragon God.

He’d really thought these past couple of days that Cai Heizi was freaking out because he was worried the conflict might escalate.

Who would’ve thought Cai Heizi was just putting on a show—and he played it so well.

The Scorching Sun Department station in Yu State was all downcast these past two days, and none of the young internal and external staff dared use Cai Heizi’s ghostly bell ringtone at work.

Cai Heizi finally found an opportunity to throw some sarcasm his way.

He was probably in a fantastic mood right now.

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In the office, Cai Qidong crossed his legs, cradled a teacup, hummed a couple bars of Yu opera—he really was in a great mood.

Last time Wen Yan chewed him out, he just took it. Now he finally got his chance to dish it back, and it had to be a personal attack.

But even better, Gauss’s risk assessment rating would probably drop again.

The Pain Demon Lord of the past would never have brooded for two or three days after taking out a Church missionary.

Good, very good.

Aside from his love of spending money, Gauss didn’t have any other issues anymore.

But so what if he blows his cash getting foot massages?

Foot massages are a perfectly legal business.

The money he’s spending right now is nothing. From when Gauss descended to now, all the money he’s burned—he could get foot massages every single day, with new tricks each time, and conservatively, that’d be enough to keep him massaged for ten thousand years.

Cai Qidong idly scrolled through the credit card bill, looked at Gauss’s latest purchases—whatever, peanuts.

He was relishing his good mood when someone knocked on the office door.

Cai Qidong put down his crossed leg, turned off the monitor, and barked in a deep, serious voice.

”Come in.”

”Minister, just got word—there’s a congressman over there protesting publicly about what we’re doing.”