Master Xu's word is the reason.

"Auntie, don't worry."

Xu Mu took out his phone, dialed a number, and barked into it, "Get down here! I need someone fired!"

With that, he hung up.

Hearing this, Wu Shengqi scrambled up from the floor and sneered, "Kid, who the hell do you think you are? Firing me? The HR manager is one of my guys!"

Xu Mu narrowed his eyes. Something wasn’t right here.

A failing branch company, yet tangled in so many shady connections?

He activated his Divine Eye to inspect Wu Shengqi’s information.

Name: Wu Shengqi

Identity: Servant of the Feng Family in Jiangbei, Administrative Supervisor of Xu Corporation’s Yang City Branch

Favorability: -90

Destiny Level: 1 (Max 10)

Well, well.

Xu Mu couldn’t help but laugh.

Who knew the Divine Eye could be this handy? From now on, rooting out traitors and moles would be a breeze.

Of course, it had its limits.

Take Qian Gang, for example. Aside from being a Xu Corporation executive, he had no other affiliations. But since he’d secretly worked for Feng Yue, the Divine Eye couldn’t detect that.

Still, it was incredibly useful—especially since it didn’t cost him anything to use.

"Xu Mu, let’s just go."

Li Yun tugged at his arm. If Wu Shengqi had connections with the HR manager, even if Xu Mu knew someone here who could get her hired, she’d probably be fired again soon.

What was the point of working here, then?

"Auntie, just wait," Xu Mu said, giving her a reassuring glance.

"Alright."

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Li Yun nodded firmly.

"You little punk! I’ll make sure you regret this."

Wu Shengqi glared at the nearby security guards. "Stay put. Let’s see who dares fire me!"

"Li Yun, just apologize to Director Wu. Pissing him off won’t end well for you," Zheng Yan chimed in from the side.

Li Yun didn’t even glance her way, staying silent.

"Ungrateful bitch!" Zheng Yan scoffed.

Ding!

Just then, the elevator doors slid open with a chime.

Wu Shengqi grinned as he turned toward the sound. "Old Zhang, I—"

His words died in his throat as his body stiffened.

The person stepping out wasn’t from HR—it was Liu Wei, the general manager of the branch.

"Director Liu, this kid—"

Wu Shengqi hurried forward, but Liu Wei ignored him, striding straight to Xu Mu instead.

"Young Master Xu, what brings you here so early?"

Liu Wei was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a square jaw and glasses.

Young Master Xu?

Wu Shengqi’s mind went blank. Of course he knew the company belonged to the Xu family.

Xu Shou only had one son. So this "Young Master Xu" couldn’t be…

Oh no.

A cold sweat broke out down his back.

"Liu Wei, who is this?"

Xu Mu first checked Liu Wei’s info with the Divine Eye, confirming no red flags, then pointed at Wu Shengqi.

"Oh, he’s our administrative supervisor," Liu Wei explained, glancing at Wu Shengqi.

"He’s fired."

Xu Mu’s tone was indifferent.

"Understood. Wu Shengqi, go wrap up your duties. You’ll be compensated fairly," Liu Wei said calmly, his expression unreadable.

Nearby, Zheng Yan stood frozen in shock.

What just happened?

One sentence, and his career was over?

She’d spent nearly 50,000 just to cozy up to Wu Shengqi.

Not only did she end up sacrificing herself, but she also catered to Wu Shengqi’s disgusting whims.

But Wu Shengqi was utterly shameless—he still refused to let Zheng Yan join the company.

He even taunted her, saying that at over fifty years old, she’d never once stood her ground.

It was then that Zheng Yan remembered Li Yun and lured her into the trap.

After all she had done, she only worked for one day?

And now Wu Shengqi was gone just like that?

“Aren’t you going to ask for my reason?” Xu Mu asked, hands tucked in his pockets.

“Young Master Xu is the reason.”

Liu Wei didn’t dare say another word—he wouldn’t risk provoking this spoiled rich kid.

Xu Shou doted on him excessively. If Xu Mu got angry, Liu Wei would lose his job.

“Enough with the flattery! Today, I’ll give you a reason—just look at the trash you’ve hired!”

Xu Mu turned to Li Yun beside him. “Auntie, tell him what happened yesterday.”

Li Yun nodded and recounted the events to Liu Wei.

Hearing this, Liu Wei spun around and snapped coldly, “You’ve got some nerve! Threatening to take someone’s job with a single word? Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Director Liu! They’re lying! They’re framing me!” Wu Shengqi panicked.

“Framing my ass!”

Zheng Yan had gone all out—gifts, even accompanying Wu Shengqi—someone with that kind of cunning wasn’t stupid.

She could tell this young man was no ordinary figure. To save herself, she immediately switched sides.

“Wu Shengqi has more than just this one crime.”

Zheng Yan laid out the entire story from start to finish.

Sobbing, she added, “If you don’t believe me, check his phone! He filmed videos of us and used them to blackmail me!”

Liu Wei extended his hand. “You claim they’re framing you? Hand over your phone.”

Wu Shengqi froze. With so many videos saved, deleting them now was impossible.

Thud!

His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor, feeling like the sky had fallen.

He had once been nothing more than a servant in the Feng family—treated like a dog, ordered around without a second thought.

But after becoming a mole, he drew two salaries—one from the Feng family, another from the Xu family.

Over the past two years, he’d even started carrying himself differently.

Losing this job would mean returning to being a dog again. He couldn’t accept that.

Xu Mu turned to a nearby security guard. “What did he say earlier about his connection to the HR manager?”

The young guard, sensing Xu Mu’s status, replied respectfully, “He claimed the HR manager was ‘his man.’”

At this, Liu Wei’s face turned deathly pale.

“The branch company does nothing, yet still receives annual funding from headquarters. Must be nice being the general manager, huh?”

Xu Mu’s icy gaze fixed on Liu Wei.

Liu Wei trembled. “Young Master Xu! This has nothing to do with me! The HR manager was appointed by Chairman Xu himself!”

Li Yun and Zheng Yan were stunned. This man was the general manager?

And the general manager was this deferential to Xu Mu?

Just who was Xu Mu, then?

Li Yun couldn’t believe it—what kind of influential figure had she unknowingly crossed paths with?

Beside her, Zheng Yan burned with envy. How was it fair? Both were single mothers, yet Li Yun had all the luck.

She’d ended up with a disgusting old man, while Li Yun had somehow befriended this handsome, wealthy young master.

“Bring him here,” Xu Mu said flatly.

“Yes, sir!”

Liu Wei immediately pulled out his phone and messaged the HR manager.

Before long, a man in a suit hurried out of the elevator.

He appeared to be around thirty-five years old, wearing black-framed glasses and sporting a textured perm. Aside from his small eyes, he maintained a fairly well-kept physique.

Xu Mu observed this man’s information through the "Eye of Divinity."

Name: Zhang Shuaikai

Identity: Illegitimate son of the chairman of Jiangbei Feng Corporation, HR manager of Xu Corporation’s Yang City branch

Favorability: -30

Fate Level: 1 (Max Level: 10)

At this point, Xu Mu was stunned.

Wasn’t the chairman of the Feng family Feng Kang?

Feng Yue was his illegitimate daughter, and this guy was his illegitimate son—he sure had a knack for fathering secret children.

Xu Mu guessed that, much like Feng Yue, Zhang Shuaikai was likely a mole planted during the great feud between the Xu and Feng families.

No doubt, he harbored plenty of resentment.

At least Feng Yue bore the Feng surname—this guy didn’t even have that. Perfect. Xu Mu could use him to take down the Feng family first.

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