Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 702 - 452 This is Not My Fault_1

N City.

A week had passed since the explosion incident, and even in the neighborhood where it occurred, few people were still paying attention to it.

With so many things happening every day and limited energy to spare, people only chatted about it during idle moments after meals. Residents in other parts of N City had already pushed the incident to the back of their minds.

In reports, it was said that the explosion was caused by a gas leak in an old building.

Accidents caused by gas or coal gas in old buildings were not uncommon. If there were no issues found during the last inspection, the gas line was either deliberately cut, or rodents had gnawed through it—it was hardly a new phenomenon.

It was only after this incident that the orders for pest control companies had significantly increased. Some marketing account claimed that the rodent control companies might be behind it all.

New rumors and debunking of those rumors started again.

But most people were no longer paying attention to all that.

A new week began, and it was the morning rush hour for work.

In the bustling, skyscraper-packed business district, another day of high efficiency and fast pace kicked off.

Inside one of the buildings.

The headquarters of one of Brother Bao’s companies was located here.

Employees clocked in one after another; they had discussed plenty of gossip about the boss in private over the past few days, but they dared not speak so freely at work. The company was somewhat unstable recently, and quite a few people were let go. Those who remained were being exceptionally well-behaved. No one wanted to be unemployed at this time.

They all put on their professional elite faces.

However, the professionalism of these elites crumbled during clock-in today.

At the entrance, a statue had appeared out of nowhere.

The upper body was human.

It seemed to be the upper half of Boss Bao’s physique, the kind with a half-naked and muscular build. But perhaps it was a bit too brawny.

It was even gilded.

The lower half was... what?

For a moment, no one dared to assert what it was.

Overall, the statue embodied the kind of martial virtue that Boss Bao admired. The muscles were particularly well-defined and, on a normal human body, would even be considered stylish and cool.

But such a statue full of "artistic sense"...

Something felt off about it.

After some thought, it might be Boss Bao’s taste in art.

"Is this some ’Aladdin’s genie—Boss Bao edition’? Are we supposed to make wishes to it?" someone whispered.

"Uh... it’s not a genie. I think, the BOSS might be imitating Feng Yi, right? Remember Feng Yi, he had a very popular artistic figure, with the lower half being a serpent’s tail," someone replied in a low voice.

Due to the Blue Diamond incident a while back, Feng Yi’s artistic figure that was unearthed had been hot on the internet for a few days, and not just within Huaxia. Those of them in this distant western country had seen it as well.

Those who remembered that figure looked at the statue before them and were reminded of it.

"Oh, the patterns do look like a serpent’s tail!"

"But it feels like something is missing."

"Lacking... some artistic beauty?"

"Shush!"

Not daring to speak more, they turned to private chat groups.

[The boss’s taste in art remains consistent as ever]

[The proportions are way off]

[Looks like a muscle-bound worm]

...

They hadn’t seen it when they left work yesterday, but overnight, it had suddenly appeared.

According to a staffer on duty shared in their chat group, the statue’s placement and angle had been advised by an expert.

In other words, unless necessary, it would not be moved.

Every day, coming to work and leaving, they’d see it.

The workers, troubled in their hearts, shared the same question: Why would Brother Bao put up something like this? To ward off evil spirits?

Meanwhile, someone asked Brother Bao directly.

"Brother Bao, why suddenly go for this... emm... new image?"

Brother Bao, holding a cigar, spoke in a profound tone, "You all don’t understand."

This is the will of my Feng Clan ancestors!

Even though I’m not sure what exactly the ancestors liked, following the "Feng Clan authentic way," I can’t go wrong!

Feng Yi pulled off something like this, so I followed suit!

Ha-ha-ha, unmistakably members of the same family!

Before the statue was brought to the company, Boss Bao had specially arranged an altar. Facing the wafting wisps of light smoke, he hoped his ancestors’ spirits in heaven could hear his thoughts:

Ancestors! My revered and dearly beloved ancestors!

I’m A’Bao, a descendant of the Feng Clan~

I come to worship you!

Can you feel my filial piety?

In Boss Bao’s view, these actions were a form of goodwill, a demonstration of loyalty.

Of course, he wanted people to know!

Whether the ancestors could hear or not was uncertain, but Feng Yi surely could.

Thus, brimming with joy, Brother Bao took several pictures and a multi-angle video in front of the company’s entrance and sent them to Feng Yi, to show his reverence for the ancestors and to fully promote the will of the ancestors!

There was a time difference between the two places, and it was already evening in Yang City.

Feng Yi was on the terrace deep in thought when the photo from Uncle Bao, an "exotic creature," disrupted his focus.

He stared blankly at the newly received message on his phone.

That’s not it!

You’ve misunderstood the ancestors!

They definitely didn’t have this kind of will!

What led you to such a misunderstanding?!

This shouldn’t be my fault!

That night, Feng Yi dreamt of a procession of exotic creatures with bulging muscles and formidable statures—

Screaming, contorted, tumbling, slinking in the dark...

A nightmare filled with torment.

When Feng Yi woke up the next morning, there were dark circles under his eyes.

It took him some time to erase the various bizarre images from his mind.

Better not to mention this to the butler.

Feng Yi had barely managed to suppress the thoughts of the bizarre creatures from Uncle Bao when, in less than half a day, he encountered another shockingly strange creature.

Not far from Feng Yi’s gallery was a warehouse rented by Steve.