For a moment, Ah Mao caught the scent of death.

This top student trained by the Evil God Association's president actually felt his legs go weak and wanted to pee at this moment.

But he held back, showing a smile uglier than crying: "Boss, Manager Tom. Good evening."

"Hmph."

Bi Jian Country snorted twice, leaning by the door without leaving, determined not to give Ah Mao a chance to escape. Not at all.

Tom also snorted twice, unaware of what happened, but Ah Mao's guilty expression looked as if he had been caught doing something bad.

Only Qin Hao smiled: "Good evening, little brother Ah Mao."

"Good, good, good."

Ah Mao was so nervous that he said three 'good' words in a row, the office air conditioner temperature was very low, yet sweat still poured down his forehead.

Cold sweat.

"The boss's office is indeed quite clean. Should I clean it up a bit?"

Ah Mao understood well that now was the critical moment to see if he could survive. He must not show cowardice, must not even act unnatural.

Qin Hao said with full admiration: "Ah Mao, you're really impressive?"

"What does the boss mean?"

Ah Mao's heart was almost in suspension, but he had to pretend to be puzzled on the surface, it felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Nothing, your broom. The tools are in the corner."

Qin Hao spoke very kindly.

"Alright, boss!"

It must be said, Ah Mao truly was a top spy student, quickly adjusting his mindset, his expression and tone returned to that of an ordinary, shrewd man.

Qin Hao's praise was also referring to Ah Mao's professional qualities.

Ah Mao picked up the broom, began to walk around the room, warming up non-stop with the broom.

In fact, the office was very clean, the floor and walls were shiny and bright, the floor had no trace of dirt. Even the ashtray on the desk looked brand new.

Logically, there's no need for cleaning in such an environment.

Ah Mao knew this too, but he still forced himself to clean, gripping the broom tightly as if he were cleaning a room that hadn't been opened in ten years.

"Excuse me, please make way..."

Ah Mao was enthusiastically performing, and as he arrived at the area where everyone was lined up, he didn't forget to urge them.

Everyone had black lines on their heads, wishing to beat up this "traitor," but since the boss didn't speak, they could only step back two steps, allowing Ah Mao to do his cleaning.

Watching Ah Mao's busy figure, many people began to feel more and more confused.

Could a traitor really act this calm? Is he really a traitor?

His change of expression upon entering might just be fear of the boss's presence?

It can be said that under Ah Mao's elevated acting skills, many changed their initial thoughts, beginning to see him as indeed just an ordinary person.

Even Bi Jian Country leaning against the door suddenly felt like he might have misidentified him.

"Hell, I barely managed to achieve one major success, why does it seem gone?"

Bi Jian Country was irate internally, desperately wanting Ah Mao to show some slip-up.

However, Ah Mao's acting prowess was profound, Qin Hao sat on the chair quietly. "Ah Mao, hurry up!"

Bi Jian Country, impatient in his anger, said.

"Uh, okay, Manager Bi."

Ah Mao dared not disobey the superior's order, speeding up his cleaning, quickly arriving at Qin Hao's desk.

He cleaned beside the desk, only half a meter from Qin Hao.

Being stared at by those intense eyes, it wasn't simple, that was for sure.

But as time passed, with his performance deepening, Ah Mao felt absolute confidence.

The role he adopted, even the strictest director couldn't find fault.

Qin Hao found no flaw, thinking Ah Mao utterly appeared as a frequently cleaning handyman, without any flaw.

Yet the issues were still numerous.

For instance.

"Ah Mao, your cleaning skill is profound. Seems to have risen to the level of art."

At first, upon hearing Qin Hao's compliment, Ah Mao didn't think anything, but upon reflection, was greatly startled.

When something's perfect, there's sure to be something odd, ordinary cleaning is done with haste.

The actions are naturally rushed and casual.

But he was called an artist?

Doesn't this seem a bit too abnormal?

"Damn! This is the fallout from getting too meticulous during my learning process!"

Ah Mao regretted deeply in his heart, he hadn't noticed until Qin Hao pointed it out to realize the issue.

Indeed, his performance seemed flawless, but the real problem was that the cleaning motion was too perfect, perfect like acting in a drama.

The first flaw had emerged, Ah Mao was flustered beyond words, yet he still clung to his desire for survival.

Still energetically cleaning, only with movements becoming a bit awkward.

"Thank you, boss, for the exaggeration."

Ah Mao deliberately replied with a simple, honest laugh.

Qin Hao laughed too, "No need to thank. Ah Mao's work is well done. Later there will be a big reward."

"Thank you, boss!"

Ah Mao showed a gleeful smile, hmm, performed in sync with ordinary people's response.

But Qin Hao furrowed his brow, "I plan to reward you with fifty thousand yuan. What are you planning to do with it?"

"Fif... Fifty thousand?!"

Ah Mao was somewhat stuttering, his performance still fitting for a common man, "Such a sum... I should... should buy supplements for mom!"

"Your mother's health is not good?"

Qin Hao continued to ask, quickly pacing his words.

"Her health is not very good."

Ah Mao quickly replied.

"What's wrong with her? What illness?"

Qin Hao asked without pause, alarming Ah Mao at once, realizing you're trying to fish for a slip from me!

Heh, dream on!

As a senior spy, Ah Mao naturally underwent training in answering questions.

"My mother has diabetes, regularly visiting the hospital for medication."

"Which hospital?"

"Modu Affiliated Second Hospital!"

"What's the attending doctor's name?"

"Tang Yiming."

"What's your mother's name?"

"Mao Xingchun."

"How many siblings does she have?"

"Four. Two elder brothers, one younger sister."

"What are your maternal grandfather and grandmother's names?"

"Maternal grandfather is..."

The two engaged in a rapid-fire Q&A, Qin Hao asked quickly, Ah Mao answered even quicker, able to say the answers almost without thinking.

Just as miraculously as a prodigy on a variety show.

Others witnessing this odd back-and-forth were wide-eyed and mouth agape, wasn't this a bit too advanced for your Q&A game?

No need for thought?

Amidst the surprised voices, Qin Hao paused. His throat was a bit dry, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ah Mao was the same, only his mouth was drier, and sweat on his forehead more, as if he had undergone intense exercise.

Honestly speaking, maintaining such high-intensity verbal output for so long was indeed very exhausting.

However, Ah Mao felt deeply satisfied and proud.

Undergoing special training, he hadn't been defeated by Qin Hao, even if he was the Night Emperor, not possible!

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