The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 1005 - 1004: Falling from the Horse: Lu Mian is Our Head Boss
Chapter 1005: Chapter 1004: Falling from the Horse: Lu Mian is Our Head Boss
Mo Fan’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, barely suppressing his laughter.
Too damn funny!
Are these people stupid? Whatever he says goes? They actually let Miss Lu pull this off?
Taking advantage of the moment they bent over, Mo Fan gestured toward Lu Mian to take action.
Lu Mian tilted her head slightly, hands casually stuffed in her pockets, her chilly voice calm as she spoke, "You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not your boss."
Fighting doesn’t need any of these tactics, just do it already.
Lu Mian wasn’t the least bit scared. It was as if she hadn’t had her fill from yesterday’s brawl and now had a fresh batch of people to practice on—she was thrilled.
Mo Fan: ...
Smacked down by his own teammate.
Mo Fan stood aside, torn between laughing and crying. Miss Lu, can’t you be a little less blunt?
Since they’ve already bought it, why not just roll with it?
But Mo Fan didn’t dare voice these thoughts, helplessly covering his face as he let Lu Mian have free rein. This must be the confidence unique to big shots—who needs subtlety?
Still, what shocked Mo Fan even more was that, even with Lu Mian herself denying it, Du Xiaofu wasn’t backing down one bit.
"No, you are definitely our boss!"
Lu Mian shot Mo Fan a perplexed look, and Mo Fan was equally bewildered, even feeling a tinge of guilt.
Bullying someone this gullible—was that really fair?
Lu Mian was about to argue further, but Du Xiaofu suddenly pulled a phone out of his pocket. He enlarged a picture on the screen over and over until it showed Lu Mian’s face.
The resolution wasn’t great, but for someone as stunning as Lu Mian, there couldn’t possibly be a second person like her in the world.
This was why Du Xiaofu was so convinced that Lu Mian was their boss. He had just received Tao Yuanpeng’s reply confirming a 90% resemblance between the person in the photo and the girl in front of him.
No doubt about it—she was their boss!
After showing the photo to the mercenaries nearby, they all nodded in agreement, their gazes at Lu Mian brimming with admiration and respect.
Mo Fan was dumbfounded.
Mo Fan was stunned.
He lunged forward and snatched Du Xiaofu’s phone. "Are you nuts? I made that up!"
He couldn’t keep up the pretense anymore, not with how cunning the opposition seemed. They were obviously playing along!
But as soon as his eyes landed on the photo, he couldn’t utter a word. He froze, feeling utterly duped, and stared blankly at Lu Mian as if his worldview had just collapsed.
Miss Lu, the head of the Mercenary Alliance... is you?!
Aaaahhhhh!
Du Xiaofu nodded angrily, glaring at Mo Fan. "See? I told you our boss is here in the Chixia Sect! And you still have the nerve to deny it? Since when did the Chixia Sect stoop so low?"
Mo Fan: ...
No!
It’s not like that!
That’s not the truth at all!
This injustice is enormous!
He’d just taught himself a hard lesson about how treacherous the martial world could be.
Lu Mian looked at the wide-eyed mercenaries and flatly denied them three times in a row: "Don’t look at me. It’s not me. I don’t know you."
Boss, second-in-command, whatever—they meant nothing to her.
Yes, she’d come across some mercenaries before, but it had nothing to do with being anyone’s boss.
She couldn’t recall anything remotely relevant from her memory either.
Cleary skeptical, Lu Mian watched as Mo Fan, trembling, brought the phone over to her. He zoomed out to show the full picture.
It was a group photo from some gathering. A tall, slim girl stood in the center of a group of burly men.
The girl had short hair but radiated a sharp, heroic charm.
Every man in the picture was holding a bottle of liquor, clinking them together in a lively, harmonious scene.
Zooming in on the girl alone, it was practically identical to Lu Mian standing there now.
Mo Fan stuttered for ages, like he’d suffered a major mental blow, before finally forcing out, "Miss Lu... don’t tell me that’s not you."
"Ah..." Lu Mian frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes narrowing. "It does... look like me."
!!!!!
What do you mean ’look like’? It’s clearly you!
Mo Fan’s world collapsed. His brain suddenly connected key dots.
Liquor!
Miss Lu was holding liquor!
He got it. He understood everything now. Miss Lu must have drunkenly conquered the Mercenary Alliance and, somehow, ended up as their leader!
Everyone knew Miss Lu couldn’t hold her liquor, and her drunk personality was terrible. Not only would she black out, but she’d also create scenarios in her head.
No wonder she didn’t want to admit her identity now.
At this point, Mo Fan just wanted to crawl into a hole, glancing sideways to see the lion statue at the gate grinning at him as if saying: Come on, eat us already!
Mo Fan: Enough. Just stop. All he wanted now was to squat somewhere and draw circles on the ground.
Du Xiaofu didn’t give Lu Mian much time to process. Unaware of her blackout-drunk tendencies, he only knew they’d found their boss safe and sound in the Chixia Sect and was overjoyed.
The Mercenary Alliance had been through some tough times recently. Rumors in the martial world claimed their leader had met a grim fate, and every faction had been eyeing them hungrily.
Now, with the boss alive and present, even if she did nothing, her very existence would intimidate potential threats.
"Boss, please come back with us! We’ve missed you so much!"
Suddenly burdened with this new identity, Lu Mian found herself utterly unable to cope. Especially considering that once Director Qimo found out, she’d probably face consequences she couldn’t even fathom. She groaned, pinching her nose in frustration. "All of you, shut up! I need a moment to think."
She waved them off and walked away, hands behind her back, utterly confused.
Du Xiaofu couldn’t stop her, but was still ecstatic. He shouted at her retreating figure, "Boss, take your time! Rain or shine, we’ll be waiting for you right here!"
Mo Fan: ...
Mo Fan snapped a picture of the photo on Du Xiaofu’s phone and handed it back to him.
Du Xiaofu looked at him disdainfully. "Tch, what a coward. Won’t even own up to it."
Mo Fan: ... Just kill me already!
Feeling incredibly small and wronged, he followed Lu Mian back.
The months-long dispute between the Chixia Sect and the Mercenary Alliance was resolved just like that with Lu Mian’s inadvertent entry.
Mo Fan should have been thrilled, but he wasn’t. Not at all.
Because the Chixia Sect really didn’t detain their leader!
It was all just a ridiculous misunderstanding; their grievance couldn’t have been greater.
——
Meanwhile, Xiao Qimo was on the phone with Yun Zhijuan.
His expression was flat as he reported the progress of his work. "Yes, I assigned the task to Team Two, but from what I’ve observed, even though the deadline was yesterday, there’s been no movement at all."
On the other end, Yun Zhijuan paused, then asked a completely unrelated question out of nowhere. "Junior Brother... have you been tagging along with... your girlfriend’s military training?"
Xiao Qimo’s voice turned frosty as he cut him off, "That’s none of your business."
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