“No, I’m going to take the civil service exam.”

Civil service?

Civil service is great—stable, respected, and most importantly, you won’t be running around causing trouble!

Chairman White felt a glimmer of hope: “So, which department do you want to apply for? Preferably something easy, not too far from home, with more girls your age…”

“Don’t worry, Uncle, it’s right next to home.” Ethan White paused, then announced with conviction:

“I’m going to apply for the Shenhai City Supervision Office!”

“Pfft—”

Chairman White’s blood pressure shot up to 180, his heart, liver, kidneys, and lungs all trembling at once. He stared at his nephew, tongue-tied: “What did you say? Do you know who the current supervisor in Shenhai is? Brian Sullivan! It’s Brian Sullivan! Haven’t you heard of him while you were abroad?”

“Oh, I’ve heard.” Ethan White said with admiration, “I heard Inspector Sullivan is a very gentle, very nice person—enthusiastic, friendly, beloved by all, and highly respected among the global evolver community…”

Chairman White nearly had a heart attack on the spot: “Nonsense! Brian Sullivan is—”

He reflexively looked around, then lowered his voice in terror: “He’s Hitler! Voldemort! You know who! There are rumors he secretly experiments on evolvers, killed a bunch of them! He even likes to electrocute people for fun!”

Ethan White calmly chuckled twice: “Those are just rumors. Seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving. How can you judge without investigating yourself? I believe Inspector Sullivan must be kind-hearted—”

He suddenly caught sight of a corner in the hotel lobby, and both his voice and expression froze.

“?” Chairman White turned around in confusion.

In the corner of the hotel lobby, in front of the guest elevator, Eric Carter was quietly instructing the driver: “The buyer’s room is on the sixteenth floor, same as ours. Go tell them. I’ll settle in first, then go find them for the deal…”

“Yes, sir!”

Eric Carter was supporting the “unconscious” Brian Sullivan, his face unable to hide his eager anticipation, swiping the freshly issued room card at the elevator.

“……”

In the observation elevator above, Ethan White wore a dazed, dreamlike expression, pinched Chairman White hard, nearly making his hapless uncle yelp: “What’s wrong with you?”

Ethan White said in shock, “Someone’s come to our hotel to commit suicide.”

“What?”

In the distance, the elevator doors slowly closed, and the figures of Eric Carter and Brian Sullivan disappeared behind them. Ethan White couldn’t wait for the observation elevator to reach the ground—he smashed through the entire glass wall with a crash and leapt down from four or five stories high!

Countless shards of glass fell into the hotel fountain, and everyone in the lobby gasped in shock.

Ethan White ignored them all. The moment he landed, he seemed to vanish on the spot, reappearing at the front desk the next instant. He knocked on the counter with two knuckles: “What’s the room number that idiot just checked into?”

The lobby manager stared at the young boss in terror: “What?”

Bzzz bzzz—

Inside the guest elevator, the phone in Brian Sullivan’s pocket vibrated twice silently. It was a code from Jason Brooks, meaning the backup had surrounded the target location and could provide support or strike at any time.

Eric Carter was oblivious, humming a tune, full of confidence and ready for a wonderful night. Just then, ding—the elevator doors opened.

Eric Carter, overjoyed, was about to step out when suddenly a hand blocked the doors—a young, handsome man stood there, tall and sharp-eyed, with a streak of silver in his black hair. It was Ethan White, who had just sprinted up sixteen floors via the fire escape in a matter of seconds.

Ethan White flashed a sinister grin: “Hey, bro, what are you up to? Picking up corpses?”

A bolt of thunder struck down.

Brian Sullivan: “…………”

Eric Carter was baffled: “You, what are you doing? Who are you? This is my friend!”

“Friend.” Ethan White sneered, yanking Brian Sullivan’s arm and pulling him behind himself protectively. Eric Carter was stunned: “What are you doing!”

Ethan White blocked the flustered and furious Eric Carter with one hand, while quickly checking Brian Sullivan from head to toe. The smell of alcohol was unusually strong, but he couldn’t tell if there were any drugs involved, making him even more suspicious.

“Supervisor?” He patted Brian Sullivan’s cheek, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Brian Sullivan didn’t react at all.

The Shenhai City Supervisor was always in a suit and shirt, cold and strict, but now his skin seemed soaked in the scent of strong liquor, his dark lashes casting shadows, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, collarbones faintly visible.

The thin fabric was damp with alcohol, and the curve of his waist was clear under Ethan White’s palm.

Ethan White swallowed, his mind wandering, coughed to cover it up and looked away, asking softly, “Did someone try to take advantage of you, Supervisor?”

Brian Sullivan: “………………”

The motionless Brian Sullivan hadn’t figured out how to handle this thunderstruck situation when Eric Carter exploded: “Who the hell are you? What’s it to you?! I said this is my friend!”

Ethan White shot back, “Your friend? I could say he’s my boyfriend. If you’re not gone by the count of three, I’ll hang you outside the hotel and light you up as our logo, want to try?”

Ding!

Another elevator door opened behind them, revealing Chairman White’s dumbfounded face.