[Personal storyline updated. Congratulations on winning the game with the ghost infant, securing a peaceful night for you and the actor Owen Grant, and earning, due to your outstanding performance, a chance to ask the ghost infant one question. Note: If you ask a question the ghost infant doesn't know the answer to, you will lose this opportunity.]

The ghost infant's voice was full of unwillingness, but the creepy fingernails on its small hands slowly retracted. Clearly, it couldn't make a move against the two in front of it tonight and was still bound by the rules to answer Ethan Clark's question.

Ethan Clark barely managed to suppress the smile at the corner of his lips and asked, "How old are you?"

Owen Grant never expected Ethan Clark to ask such an ordinary question.

Ghost infant: "I've been dead for eighteen years, so I'm eighteen."

Owen Grant's eyes widened instantly, feeling like he couldn't breathe. This ghost infant, who wasn't even as tall as his knee, actually had the mental age of an adult. No wonder it could feign innocence while making lewd jokes with them and cheat during the game. It was deliberately pretending to be childlike. If not for Ethan Clark, he really would have been fooled.

A ghost's age is calculated differently from a human's. Their bodies are frozen at the age they died, but their intelligence continues to grow with time. He almost forgot about this.

After saying this, the ghost infant disappeared, and the crisis was completely over.

Ethan Clark's phone app sent a notification—

[Congratulations, in your recent contest with the ghost infant, main storyline exploration +10, side storyline exploration +15.]

Ethan Clark was taken aback. The main storyline is the red-clothed vengeful spirit. The increase in main storyline exploration means the ghost infant is related to the main plot.

The side storyline increased even more, indicating his guess was likely correct: the infant-head gu was originally refined on the ghost infant's physical body.

He could even boldly speculate further: the ghost infant's death was caused by the gu worm—the female boss raised an extremely special infant-head gu on a living baby boy, who died a painful, poisonous death from the gu's bites, losing his head and becoming a headless ghost.

The main and side storylines should be intertwined, inseparable.

Ethan Clark was deep in thought.

He had a special reason for asking the ghost infant's age.

The ghost infant said he was eighteen, meaning he died eighteen years ago.

The ghost was born eighteen years ago.

So next, he needed to investigate what exactly happened in this company building eighteen years ago.

This seemed to be getting closer to the truth.

In an instant, all the lights on the fifth floor came back on. Owen Grant collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for air, his deathly pale face suddenly flushed with blood. A violent coughing fit followed, and he spat out fresh blood. Owen Grant immediately laughed, "Damn, that feels good."

Ethan Clark handed him a tissue and sat down to the side. "Side effect of the yin-yang eyes?"

"Yeah," Owen Grant took it and wiped his mouth, "I'm used to it."

Owen Grant didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he nudged him and teased, "Not bad, hiding your skills so well, that billiards move."

"Not my credit," Ethan Clark let a faint smile slip from his lips, "My brother taught me."

Ethan Clark was always highly guarded. Logan Clark was the most important person in his life, and unless necessary, he was unwilling to reveal his existence to anyone.

That way, his brother would be his alone.

"Wait, is he your real brother or a cousin? What does he do? Athlete?"

Owen Grant clearly didn't understand that this "brother" was not the usual kind.

Ethan Clark certainly didn't intend to explain, holding back a laugh, half-truthfully said, "My brother is a cold, ruthless, proud, and domineering emperor of the night, the youngest assassin on the dark web, a man with a third-tier unlocked talent and extraordinary abilities."

Owen Grant: "…………"

"…Are you serious?" This kind of setup only exists in male-oriented urban fantasy novels. Owen Grant didn't believe a word.

Ethan Clark shrugged. "You guess."

Owen Grant: "……"

Owen Grant didn't want to continue this topic either. "So, Mr. Clark, what do we do next?"

Owen Grant glanced at the clock on the wall. It was now 2 a.m., three hours until the end of their shift.

Ethan Clark stood up. "I haven't finished my work yet, so I'm going to get back to it."

Ethan Clark paused. "If you're feeling charitable, go spread the word and warn the newcomers to be careful with the elevator."

"What if I'm not in the mood?" Owen Grant was a bit curious about Ethan Clark's attitude toward the newcomers.

Ethan Clark replied nonchalantly, "Then go to sleep."

Owen Grant sat up in shock. "Damn, you're really not going to care about them?!"

There was a hint of indifference in Ethan Clark's eyes. "They're all here for their own dreams. I have no obligation to look after them or pay the price for their dreams."

Owen Grant thought about it and realized that made sense.

Ethan Clark suddenly smiled. "Of course, if they pay me points, I'd be happy to help."

Owen Grant: "……"

In the end, Owen Grant couldn't bear it and ran around each floor, warning the newcomers as Ethan Clark instructed.

Ethan Clark finished his work in just over an hour.

Owen Grant watched as he picked a comfortable position and curled up on the sofa to sleep, swallowing hard.

If the newcomers had glass hearts, then Mr. Clark probably had a diamond heart.

……

Eleventh floor.

A male newcomer with a face full of acne was forcing himself to work, his expression terrified.

He actually knew how to use Excel, but because he was too nervous, he kept making mistakes and still hadn't finished by now.