Chapter 71: The Cooked Duck… Flew Away?!

At this moment, in the headquarters of Longya Capital.

Dragon King Zhao Tian swirled the deep red 1982 Lafite in his glass, savoring both the wine and the visions of his grand future.

Yes, his hundreds of elite subordinates had been defeated.

Yes, out of 20 job positions, 19 had slipped through his fingers.

Yes, many of his men had ended up injured and hospitalized, all for the sake of securing a mere janitor position.

Yes, he had been humiliated, time and time again…

But!

The key is this—BUT!

In the end, they still secured the janitor position!

He refused to believe that an ordinary person could casually lift a 50-pound bucket with one hand and hold it for over a minute.

And martial artists—those with the physical strength to do so—would never settle for a janitor job.

The process had been arduous, but the outcome was beautiful!

Gently swirling his wine, Zhao Tian grinned in satisfaction.

"Don't underestimate the janitor position just because it seems ordinary and unskilled. In reality, this job is perfect for infiltration!

A janitor can freely enter major offices and wander unnoticed through every corridor and corner. They can eavesdrop anytime, anywhere—gathering intelligence without raising suspicion."

"This role is like a venomous serpent, lurking in the shadows, its fangs poised to strike at any moment."

"Silent… yet deadly!"

"Dragon King, your wisdom is unparalleled!" the men in black responded in unison.

Zhao Tian glanced at the time and asked, "The interview should be over by now, yes?"

A subordinate in black stepped forward. "Reporting to the Dragon King, the interview just ended."

Zhao Tian took a sip of his wine, savoring the moment.

"Well? Did we secure the janitor job? Though I already know the answer, go ahead—say it out loud. Make me happy."

The man in black hesitated. "This…"

Zhao Tian frowned. "Enough suspense! Speak louder!"

The man in black took a deep breath and declared, "Reporting to the Dragon King—NO, we did not get the job!"

"Pfft—!!"

Zhao Tian spit out his wine in shock, spraying it all over the subordinate's face.

Coughing, he slammed his wine glass down. "TMD, AGAIN?! Do we have it or not?!"

The man in black wiped his face and said weakly, "Dragon King… No, we didn't get it."

Zhao Tian's face twisted with fury. "HOW?! The cooked duck was already on my plate, and you're telling me it FLEW AWAY?!"

The man in black spoke cautiously, "Dragon King, please calm down! We almost had it—but then, out of nowhere, a wild challenger appeared! He lifted a 50-pound bucket with one hand and held it for two whole minutes. The janitor job was snatched away from us!"

Zhao Tian's rage only grew stronger. "F*ck! What kind of monstrous person is this?!"

The man in black forced a bitter smile. "Even I find it hard to believe, but it really happened."

Zhao Tian's eyes blazed with fury.

He had meticulously arranged for so many agents to apply for the position. Half of them were now in the hospital. Yet, they still failed?!

At this moment, in his mind, he could already see Lin Beifan's smug, mocking smile.

The sheer thought of it made his blood boil.

He needed an outlet for his rage—immediately!

"WHO?! Who stole my janitor job?!" he roared.

The man in black straightened and reported, "Dragon King! The man's name is Angkor!"

"Angkor?" Zhao Tian frowned, the name sounding vaguely familiar.

After a moment, a memory surfaced.

"Wait… could it be that Angkor?"

He recalled a certain infamous tomb raider from his previous life.

Angkor was a highly skilled grave robber—his martial ability was slightly inferior to Zhao Tian's, but he was still formidable. He was comparable to one of the Eight Vajras under Zhao Tian's command.

However, Angkor's true strength wasn't just in fighting—it was his mastery of tomb raiding, treasure hunting, and Feng Shui.

No matter how dangerous or ancient the tomb, he could navigate it effortlessly. It was as if tomb raiding was his second home. His skills were truly exceptional.

But in his past life, Angkor had offended Lin Beifan and was repeatedly thrown into prison.

He spent most of his life behind bars, completely ruined.

Zhao Tian's brows furrowed.

"Why would he—of all people—apply to be a janitor under Lin Beifan?"

"Could it be… that he's after Lin Beifan's antique collection?"

That seemed like the only explanation.

After all, Angkor was a master tomb raider. If he wasn't after treasure, what else would he be doing?

He definitely wasn't seeking revenge.

After all, Angkor hadn't been reborn like Zhao Tian had.

He didn't know everything that happened in their past life.

"If he's really after treasure… then this is perfect!"

Anyone who could cause problems for Lin Beifan was a welcome ally!

Lin Beifan's enemy is my friend!

A subordinate asked cautiously, "Dragon King, should we send someone to take care of him?"

Zhao Tian waved his hand dismissively. "No need for now. Just keep an eye on him. If anything changes, report to me immediately."

"Understood, Dragon King!"

Zhao Tian's gaze sharpened. "Also—initiate our infiltration plan! Since we couldn't get our own people inside, then we'll buy out Lin Beifan's employees instead! I refuse to believe that money can't open doors!"

"Understood! We will proceed immediately!"

At that moment, another subordinate in black approached, pouring a fresh glass of wine.

"Dragon King, your Lafite."

Zhao Tian stared at the deep red liquid in disgust.

"TMD, take it away!" he snapped.

"From now on, I'm never drinking 1982 Lafite again!

Every time I drink it, I get humiliated!

This wine is cursed!"