Today’s work went exceptionally smoothly. Fu Yafang finished early and was slacking off at her workstation.
In the few months she had been here, she had thoroughly familiarized herself with the routines and work styles of all her colleagues and superiors. At this moment, she had a full two hours for rest.
This small office, less than two hundred square meters, was crammed with eight clerks and one section chief.
Three of them were female, and five were male.
Normally, everyone got along quite amicably, but beneath the surface of harmony, undercurrents churned.
Fu Yafang had observed more than once two male clerks secretly copying files before leaving.
On a few other occasions, when Fu Yafang was working overtime late into the night, a female clerk had rushed back to retrieve something. While Fu Yafang was engrossed in her work, the clerk had copied files from a male clerk working nearby.
In the Black Star Empire, especially during wartime, such incidents were common.
It seemed that within the Black Star, there were also various intelligence departments, operating independently. Much like the three major intelligence forces of Xian Xia.
Fu Yafang was currently resting her head on her desk, her two large breasts resting comfortably on the surface to relieve the weight on her upper body, lazily browsing shopping consultations on the holographic screen.
During her leisure time, Fu Yafang still had some aspirations. Of course, this was also part of her work. By browsing Black Star’s shopping websites, she could also understand the situation on Black Star, making it easier for her to integrate.
The section chief, in a rare appearance, returned to the office and said to Fu Yafang in a low voice, "Please compile an inventory list for Warehouse No. 4585 and personally deliver it to the Grand Commander."
Fu Yafang nodded calmly.
But her heart surged with excitement!
This was a golden opportunity! Since the last time she saw the Grand Commander, this was the second time she would meet him in person. She had to make a good impression!
Reinvigorated, Fu Yafang finished organizing the documents in just over half an hour, adding detailed annotations. She then walked out of the office with confident, steady steps.
Honestly, this organization was somewhat unexpected for Fu Yafang. The inventory list retrieved from the system was already quite detailed; she just needed to check it. But why did the section chief want her to recompile it and deliver it in person?
Could it be that Mu Ye·Xingchen had arranged this intentionally?
Immediately after, Fu Yafang felt a wave of nausea, a sense of threat.
If that person wanted her, what should she do? He was the supreme commander of the Xingchen Army. To get close to Mu Ye·Xingchen, to ensure the success of her mission, for Xian Xia, Fu Yafang probably had no other choice.
If she could use her body as a condition to successfully approach Mu Ye·Xingchen, she could extract more intelligence, and perhaps even carry out a close-quarters assassination!
"Liu Feng, if this is the case, then... I'm sorry. I love you in my heart, but for Xian Xia, I must do this!"
After knocking four times and receiving a response, the metal gate automatically retracted into the wall. Fu Yafang stood at the doorway, her right hand covering her chest, and said calmly, "Long live Black Star! Grand Commander Xingchen, here is the material you requested, compiled."
This not-very-large room was neat and bright. All the furniture and decorations were meticulously chosen, both space-saving and practical.
However, for someone commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, it appeared very simple.
It was evident that Mu Ye·Xingchen was a person with extremely low material desires.
Looking left from the doorway, one could glimpse a corner of the bedroom. The white bed placed upright in the bedroom made Fu Yafang somewhat apprehensive.
"Come in," Mu Ye·Xingchen said softly without putting down his holographic display, his head lowered. "Close the door."
Fu Yafang's heart pounded in her chest. So far, the possibility that he desired her had been confirmed by 50%.
The metal gate closed heavily. Fu Yafang remained standing at the doorway, not taking another step forward.
Compared to their first meeting, this encounter was clearly intentional on his part.
"What are you worried about?" Mu Ye·Xingchen said softly, finally standing up and looking calmly at Fu Yafang.
Fu Yafang kept her expressionless face steady and calmly looked forward, but her mind was already in turmoil.
Especially as Mu Ye·Xingchen slowly walked towards her, with each step her heart beat faster.
By the time Mu Ye·Xingchen reached her, lifted his hand, and gently cupped her mouth between her teeth, slightly parting her lips, the feeling of disgust and aversion in Fu Yafang’s heart reached its peak.
"You are resisting me, afraid of me? Answer me." Mu Ye·Xingchen stared into Fu Yafang’s eyes and spoke softly.
Their eyes were less than twenty centimeters apart. Fu Yafang could even smell the fresh breath expelled by Mu Ye·Xingchen when he spoke.
To be honest, he was indeed a rare handsome man. Even from this close, his fair, delicate skin showed no blackheads or enlarged pores. His sexy yet clear eyes were enough to contain countless stars.
He was more beautiful than a woman.
Even a great beauty like Fu Yafang appeared rather frail in front of him.
And his aura, always a head taller, filled Fu Yafang with awe and a strange sense of security. An ordinary girl at this moment would surely have cupped her flushed face and leaned gently into his embrace.
However, he was a ruthless demon king, and Fu Yafang’s heart remained unmoved at this moment.
"My time is very limited. If you don't speak, I will speak for you." Mu Ye·Xingchen increased the pressure of his grip between Fu Yafang's teeth.
Fu Yafang could almost foresee that in the next second, he would pounce on her, capture her lips, and ignite a passionate flame.
"Fu, Ya, Fang..."
Fu Yafang’s head buzzed! A string in her mind snapped taut, and reflexively, she prepared to use her tongue to dislodge the highly poisonous card from her teeth and commit suicide!
Mu Ye·Xingchen’s thumb and index finger clamped down with force, prying Fu Yafang's mouth open. The two fingers of his other hand swiftly reached into Fu Yafang's mouth and pinched out the card, barely the size of a pinky nail.
Hope extinguished almost instantly. Fu Yafang mustered the courage for a desperate struggle, gripping Mu Ye·Xingchen's neck tightly with both hands, her defiant eyes glaring at him. Even if she were to die, she wouldn't let him have it easy!
If she could kill him, Xian Xia would be saved!
But Fu Yafang had still underestimated Mu Ye·Xingchen.
A man who clawed his way up from the bottom, who had seen his share of life and death, and who possessed sufficient means to save himself, how could he be subdued by a woman?
Mu Ye·Xingchen simply bracing his neck was enough to resist the strength of Fu Yafang’s hands.
Not to mention that Xingchen’s hands tightly pinned Fu Yafang’s legs, preventing her from attacking his vital points.
The two were locked in a stalemate for five minutes, with no clear victor.
Fu Yafang knew that the situation was lost. She slowly released her hands, letting them fall listlessly, her eyes fixed on Mu Ye·Xingchen with a death-defying defiance.
She knew that what awaited her next would be a series of brutal tortures, that he would undoubtedly use all means to humiliate and torment her until he extracted information from her.
However, she was prepared for sacrifice; any method would be futile.
Mu Ye·Xingchen also appeared somewhat fatigued. The force exerted to brace his neck was more draining than strangling.
"Come, sit down. I have something to say to you." Mu Ye·Xingchen slowly walked to the sofa and sat down lazily.
Escaping was impossible; the corridor outside was filled with guards.
Fu Yafang adjusted her attire and calmly sat opposite Mu Ye·Xingchen.
In this confrontation, Fu Yafang had completely underestimated the man's strength. He was not only a killing demon but also a deeply cunning strategist, a spy chief who controlled all his subordinates.
The man had likely already investigated Fu Yafang’s background thoroughly.
Mu Ye Xingchen rested his chin on one hand, his gaze dismissive, and lazily uttered five words.
Fu Yafang's eyes widened instantly.
"I am from Xian Xia."