I! Cleaner!-Chapter 729 - 664: Settling Old Scores

"You know, last night was really extreme."

Facing Leon’s shocked expression, the Red-haired Director took a swig of alcohol and explained with a helpless look:

"In the ’Thirty-two Guards’ there are a few responsible for guarding souls, and my soul was forcibly pulled out of my body, so those teeth and my soul were constantly in conflict. They might have received some damage and stirred a bit."

"..."

Although it sounds a bit outrageous, it seems... reasonably plausible?

Having rested a bit and being somewhat curious about the Red-haired Director’s situation, Leon leaned over and asked:

"But I’m not good at repairing abnormal objects; how can I help you check your teeth?"

"You don’t need to repair, just reach out and feel them."

The Red-haired Director lay lazily on the sofa, looking tired:

"Fortunately, Mr. Taurus has returned safely. You help me check in advance which of the ’Thirty-two Guards’ have been damaged; it’ll be easier when I ask her to fix my teeth later."

"Alright then..."

After listening to the Red-haired Director, Leon nodded slightly and then moved closer to her sofa.

"Get closer."

"You come over."

Stretching lazily on the sofa, the Red-haired Director said with her eyes closed:

"Come on, Leon, I really don’t want to move... How about I treat you to a drink someday if you help me check my teeth?"

"..."

You really are... Fine, if it weren’t for you pulling through last night, forcefully holding onto millions of souls, there’d truly be big trouble. Given your great contribution, go ahead, take it easy if you want...

Shaking his head helplessly, Leon put down the bottle, got up, and moved to face the Red-haired Director, then urged:

"I’m here, sit up stably and open your mouth!"

"Why don’t you lean over? Ah~"

"..."

You’re hopelessly lazy...

Unable to resist sighing inwardly, faced with the stubbornly immobile Red-haired Director, Leon turned his back to the conference room door, supported the sofa’s backrest, and leaned over toward her open mouth.

And due to the Red-haired Director’s excessively lazy "relaxed posture," Leon had to lean over her legs to barely crouch down, appearing as if he was completely leaning over her.

Uh... wait, at times like this...

Noticing their current posture seemed somewhat off, Leon suddenly remembered something and quickly turned to look at the door behind him.

As expected, a familiar figure stood at the door, blushing deeply, wishing she could disappear, while peeking through her fingers.

"..."

I knew it...

With an extremely speechless expression, Leon watched as Miss Zhuangpo, punctual at crucial moments, suddenly screamed, covered her face, and ran away, only to be dragged back into the second-floor meeting room by a lock of vibrant red hair.

Happy times are always short-lived, huh~

Sighing inwardly, the Red-haired Director tilted her fair neck and drank the brandy in her hand in one go, then smiled at Layla, whose face was flushed:

"Since you’re awake... the others should be as well, right?"

"Ye... Yes..."

Appearing at the perfect time at the perfect place, after successfully breaking into the Director and subordinate’s scandalous scene, the unfortunate Miss Zhuangpo couldn’t help gripping her skirt tightly, nervously promising:

"Director, my... my lips are sealed! I promise I won’t tell anyone about what just happened!"

"..."

You can’t be serious... Knowing you, nothing you break into ever stays secret...

"Don’t worry, you can talk about it if you wish."

Looking at the fear-stricken Miss Zhuangpo, the Red-haired Director chuckled and said:

"We weren’t doing anything indecent, just getting Leon to check my teeth. There’s nothing to hide from others."

"Checking teeth? Le... oh right, right! Checking teeth!"

Possibly fearing losing her job, Miss Zhuangpo’s lacking emotional intelligence suddenly spiked, prompting her to nod repeatedly.

"Yes! They were just checking teeth, I... I only saw them checking teeth, nothing else!"

"..."

Forget it... The more we explain, the more complicated it gets...

Shaking his head helplessly once again, the Red-haired Director switched the subject and gently asked:

"Layla, did you have something you wanted to discuss?"

"Ah yes! Something!"

Layla suddenly remembered after hearing the Red-haired Director’s question, and quickly chimed in:

"Director, the mirror in your office rang, a man with thick eyebrows and wearing a very... decent expression was speaking to me through it, asking me to inform you to attend a meeting at the headquarters!"

A man with thick eyebrows and very decent looking... must be Director Sagittarius!

Instinctively exchanging glances with Leon, the Red-haired Director narrowed her eyes slightly, then grabbed Leon’s half bottle still remaining and finished it in one gulp, before speaking coldly:

"Having a meeting is great, I actually have things I’d like to discuss with him!"

...

"Everyone, the reason I’ve gathered you here today is to inform you of something extremely important."

With the previously closed headquarters now reopened and the venue formerly intended for the year-end review once again bustling, the wounded Director Sagittarius addressed everyone with a solemn expression:

"I’m very sorry to inform everyone that regarding Mr. Taurus’s ascension, it has been completely thwarted."

"What?!"

"Did he truly make it after all...?"

"Oh no... This could be a huge problem now!"

Faced with Director Sagittarius’s announcement, over eighty Deputy Directors suddenly stirred, flurries of "encrypted" soul signals flew wildly, eagerly exchanging their respective intelligence.

But despite his obvious low spirits, Director Sagittarius didn’t halt the Deputy Directors’ private exchanges, instead remaining in the center of the venue, letting the surging soul signals echo around.

"Mr. Sagittarius."

Once a phase of intelligence exchange ended and they understood the event minimally, a petite Deputy Director’s projection stood from their seat, displaying a sour expression before speaking:

"Mr. Taurus met trouble during his ascension, right?"

"Right."

"Yet the ascension time you notified us of was set for eight days later. So you independently arranged for Mr. Taurus’s pre-emptive ascension, resulting in this failure... Can you explain this to us?"

"..."

Confronted by the Deputy Director’s inquiry, Director Sagittarius fell silent.

After a while, he sighed slightly and then shook his head:

"Nine-tenths of the fault lies with me; I’m willing to take full responsibility. However, there’s another matter needing our joint attention, far more critical than my mistake."

More important than a failed ascension?

Though the recent error was significant, Director Sagittarius maintains considerable authority, and seeing his sincerely grave expression, the Deputy Directors put their questions aside momentarily, waiting for his explanation.

"Before his ascension, Aquarius pledged to temporarily shoulder the responsibilities of the ascendant, continuing to relay crisis warnings about our future."

Under the Deputy Directors’ surprised looks, Director Sagittarius unfolded a note while continuing:

"This is the first message sent by him, although the content is... you might want to read it yourselves."

What did Aquarius write?

Enticed by Director Sagittarius’s words, and noticing his deeply troubled look, the Deputy Directors narrowed their eyes inquisitively, focusing on the note in his hand.

And on this newly minted yet visibly aged note, seemingly witnessing countless ages but appearing freshly cut, the majority was vague, with only the center containing the briefest of writing—messily scrawled, short words.

"Shit!"