The plane landed safely in Jeju Airport. After several more transits, Qin Ye found himself standing right before Ashmound City once more.

Perhaps it was due to the overuse of his brain cells, but Qin Ye felt inexplicably drawn towards Ashmound when he first saw it. He couldn’t wait to return to his abode to get a good rest.

It was 13 December, just 18 days before the New Year. During this time, Hell had adjusted its position to give itself a far better advantage than ever before. It was high time that he got some rest to recover from his efforts.

The next day, Qin Ye pranced into Hell in a sprightly fashion and placed a bag of souvenirs right in front of the Harken, who was seated at his desk, “Wanna take a guess and see what this is?”

Without even lifting its head, the Harken responded, “Looks like the trip to Alkebulan went well.”

“But that’s only to be expected, given the person who made the trip.” Qin Ye sat down onto his seat lazily and looked at his empty teacup in dismay. At once, he cleared his throat, “Assistant Wang!”

“There’s no use.” The Harken grabbed another document with its paws, “He’s been sent to the outskirts of the city for a surveillance mission, and he wouldn’t return today.”

Then don’t you know how to be a little bit more conscious?

Qin Ye coughed dryly, “Well then, brother--...”

Thud. The Harken set down the document in hand and gave Qin Ye a deadly glare. Qin Ye immediately cleared his throat again, “Ahem… Old… Harken?”

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing… It’s just that I’ve...