Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 148 - 132: Mega Force Field, All Top-Tier Combatants Defeated!
After hours of building exhaustion, worry, repression, and the tsunami-like assault of confirmed massive casualties, grief and rage completely shattered her rational dam!
"Liars! All of them are liars!!"
She suddenly turned around and rushed towards the entrance of the lounge area, her eyes filled with madness.
"Damn those high-ups! Damn the director!!" She roared, her voice echoing through the empty floor, full of visceral hatred and accusation, "Where is your intelligence?! Where is your survey?! Didn’t you say it was only Sinful Embryo Level fluctuations?!!"
"Our people!! Our people are not consumables! Not numbers!!!"
She rushed to the elevator entrance, kicked the heavy metal door frame fiercely, making a loud "bang," but was promptly pulled back by Fang Qingyu.
"Bring my people back!! Give them all back to me!!" Duan Ling’s tears finally gushed out like a breached flood, mixed with the dirt on her face, leaving a trail of embarrassment and despair.
She slid down against the door frame, pounding the floor with her fists, crying out like a helpless child...
"Wu Yu, damn you!!!"
Fang Qingyu silently stood nearby, watching Duan Ling break down and cry without saying a word.
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Divine Authority Bureau Building top floor, Director’s office.
Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the rain-soaked night lights of Qingjian City spread beneath, like a rain-drenched, indistinct galaxy.
But at this moment, no one admired this magnificent night view.
The atmosphere inside the office was so heavy it seemed it could drip.
Director Wu Yu stood with his back to the door, hands behind his back.
His tall silhouette was accentuated by the dim light outside the window, appearing particularly heavy.
The face, etched with the weather and a deep scar, bore no expression, only hawk-like sharp eyes locked onto the direction of the super-sized force field.
The heavy office door was gently knocked, then a crack opened.
A young secretary in a crisp uniform entered briskly, his steps very light, yet still audible in the deathly quiet space.
"Director." The secretary’s voice was very low, tinged with subtly perceptible tension and deference, "Vice Captain Duan Ling on the 28th floor is somewhat losing control emotionally."
Wu Yu did not immediately turn around.
He continued to stare into the distance, as if he could penetrate that energy barrier and see the fierce struggle underway inside.
He deeply inhaled a puff of smoke, the cigarette tip flaring brightly in the dimness.
After a suffocating few seconds of silence, Wu Yu slowly spoke, his voice low and hoarse, conveying indescribable exhaustion and... a trace of understanding:
"No need to stop her."
The secretary was slightly taken aback, evidently not expecting this response.
Wu Yu slowly turned around, his bloodshot eyes devoid of anger, carrying only a profound, burdensome exhaustion.
"Let her vent." Wu Yu’s voice was calm, yet as heavy as a rock, "She has the right to vent."
His gaze swept over the secretary, causing the young man to involuntarily hold his breath.
"The intelligence was indeed flawed, survey accuracy too low... It’s a major oversight in our work." Wu Yu’s voice carried an undeniable frankness.
"So, no need to manage her."
The secretary respectfully lowered his head and responded, "Yes, Director."
Wu Yu gestured for the secretary to leave.
When the secretary quietly exited and gently closed the door, the vast office was once again left with only Wu Yu.
He approached the large floor-to-ceiling window, the cigarette in his hand flickering at his fingertip.
Outside the window, the city’s neon lights still flickered, but in his eyes, all this bustling was shrouded in that colossal shadow covering half the city.
