Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 360 - 44: The Truth of the Sacred Fortress
Madam Wu froze.
The breath of the masked stranger had undergone a significant change, yet under her fear, she couldn’t think of much.
What surprised the masked stranger was that Madam Wu shook her head in pain.
"Lingyi… there’s no way for her to come back now. Those without talents, once they go to that world, never return."
The masked stranger said coldly,
"So even if your daughter isn’t dead, you treat her as if she were? Comfortably enjoying the fruits of her endless toil?"
Madam Wu’s expression grew more painful as she kept shaking her head,
"It’s not like that, not like that… If I could choose, I would’ve preferred to go to the holy land myself! But there’s no way, these are Lord Zhuo’s rules. For the past thirty years, everyone has accepted this rule, and no one can change the status quo."
"So, after leaving this place, no one has ever come back, and they all live in the mining area?"
Song Que suddenly thought of such a question.
"Yes, no one has been able to return… We also don’t know where they are in the mining area, my husband, and many others, have searched the mining area, but in all the mining zones we know of, there are no traces of them."
"So, how they survive, I suppose you don’t know that either."
"I don’t know."
"Why not try transferring fortresses?"
Madam Wu said sadly,
"We simply cannot leave this place, and many others feel the same as I do, concerned about their children. But there’s no way, no one can leave this fortress. This fortress… Strangers trying to inquire about information on this fortress can only visit, the information on the network is all sorted, the networks we can use are also limited to inside the fortress."
"Information blockade. All Zhuo He’s doing?"
"Yes, Lord Zhuo He has been in control here for thirty years."
Deep down, the masked stranger was shocked; this fortress indeed had its many peculiarities.
After further interrogation for a while and confirming there was no more information to gain, the masked stranger injected Madam Wu with a serum.
Madam Wu’s consciousness blurred instantly. Explore more stories with novelbuddy
[Tsk tsk tsk, between the two of us, who really is the dishonest one? Wasn’t it agreed that the time before the mask is removed belongs to me?]
The masked stranger paid no attention to the voice in his mind.
He methodically sorted through various trifles, returning everything in the room to how it was originally.
After ensuring that everything was back to normal, he then returned to his room.
In front of the mirror, he took off the mask; as the mask was removed, the voice in his mind disappeared completely.
He transformed back to his original identity—Song Que.
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The next day.
The simulated sunlight from the ceiling poured into the room; the holy land fortress, in the hazy light, seemed incredibly sacred.
People started a beautiful new day.
In the park, there were elderly practicing Tai Chi. Ladies walked their pet dogs. The roadside vendors had already begun their calls; children laughed and scrambled through the busy alleyways.
Once again, happy smiles bloomed on everyone’s faces.
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When Song Que got up, his expression didn’t change and he wore a simple, amiable smile.
Lu Chao’an, with Lu Ming, played in the courtyard, greeting Song Que warmly upon seeing him awake.
Everyone’s demeanor was normal.
Only Madam Wu felt somewhat confused.
Last night, she seemed to have a terrible dream.
When she woke up in the morning her pillow towel was soaked as though she had dreamt of a sad memory.
Her expression gradually became panicked, but seeing the photo still in the frame in the living room, Madam Wu seemed a bit bewildered.
"Where does Commander Song plan to go today?" said Lu Chao’an.
"I’m going to see Lord Zhuo later. Everything about the holy land fortress is excellent, and I am eager to know how he manages this fortress," Song Que said with a simple smile that made him beyond suspicion.
Lu Chao’an commented, "Then the people of the first fortress will have a good fortune in the future."
Madam Wu saw that Song Que and her husband were chatting happily.
Recalling last night’s events, after a long while, she shook her head.
It was probably just a dream.
She simply couldn’t associate the man in front of her, smiling so naively, with the demon wearing a mask.
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Song Que did not dawdle; after having breakfast with the Lu Family, he went straight to the sixth level.
He made stops on every level along the way.
The second to fifth levels of the holy land fortress are not much different from other fortresses.
It was just that, relatively speaking, the workload for the people was a little less.
After learning the shocking truth, Song Que was not surprised.
The sixth level arrived quickly.
Zhuo He’s office building was quite ordinary, even a bit of an anomaly compared to the rest of the sixth level’s architecture.
Like the buildings on the third or fourth level.
Song Que had always been concerned that, throughout the fortress, he had seen very few guards.
But the one place where Zhuo He was, was the most lightly defended.
With many questions, Song Que entered the office building and came to the floor where Zhuo He was located.
When he pushed open the door, Zhuo He seemed unsurprised, as he was playing indoor golf.
Hearing the door, Zhuo He didn’t even turn around.
He swung lightly, and the ball went into the hole.
Zhuo He showed a pleased expression before finally turning to look at Song Que.
His face still bore a kind smile.
That smile, much like Song Que’s, was deceptive.
This might be why few could link Song Que with the masked stranger.
Nor could many envision Zhuo He as a despotic, evil lord.
"After a day of exploring, what do you think of my fortress?" Zhuo He asked with a smile.
