This accessory was, without question, Zi’s to keep, and she was naturally delighted.

To be honest, Fang Senyan had killed ten people and reaped substantial rewards, but none compared to this Dark Gold accessory Zi acquired; it showed how crucial luck truly was.

Next, Fang Senyan received some entirely unexpected news: Mr.

Jackson Klust refused to cooperate with anything and showed signs of starting a hunger strike.

His only demand was to meet any individual with genuine decision-making authority.

Fang Senyan sighed; the thing he feared most had come to pass, but he couldn't avoid confronting it....

After a brief period of thought, he pulled open the car door and sat beside the unusually silent and utterly dejected Mr.

Jackson Klust.

"I am the person you wish to see," Fang Senyan said sincerely.

"Mr.

Jackson Klust, is there anything I can do to assist you?" Jackson Klust looked up.

His appearance was dreadful; he was covered in gray dust, his hair a messy bird’s nest, and his eyes were bloodshot: "It's you....

you....

how are you here?" "I came here for you," Fang Senyan stated seriously.

Jackson Klust opened his mouth, then suddenly erupted with agitation: "There is no seventy thousand dollar annual salary job, is there?

That was just a condition to trick me into coming to the New York factory.

The work I did there was worth maybe seventy thousand a year at best, and that’s assuming the boss was a philanthropist!

What was your purpose in deceiving me?" "Calm down, Mr.

Jackson Klust," Fang Senyan fixed him with a stare.

"Did you or did you not receive a twenty-thousand-dollar signing bonus?

Were those dollars all counterfeit?

Did you not receive a substantial weekly salary at the manufacturing plant?

You feel I’m deceiving you—do you know how many people would gladly be fooled by me like this?

So tell me, what exactly did I steal from you?" Mr.

Jackson Klust was instantly silenced.

Fang Senyan continued sternly: "And you, Mr.

Jackson Klust!!

You have betrayed the trust we placed in you.

In return for our regard for you, you were absent during working hours and stole company assets!" Saying this, Fang Senyan laid out the tickets, locking his gaze on Klust: "A single passage ticket currently costs ten million US dollars on the market and is priceless—you stole six tickets, totaling sixty million dollars in value.

Add to that the associated value lost from having to destroy and void them—calculate what severe reprimands we will face in the board meeting because of you!" Mr.

Jackson Klust scoffed: "What board meeting?

The Earth is about to be destroyed." "That is not an excuse for your criminal behavior!" Fang Senyan insisted sternly.

"You are in serious trouble, and so am I!

The prevailing solution within the company right now is to simply fire you, sever all your ties with the company—and that includes that ticket." Jackson Klust suddenly fixed his eyes on Fang Senyan: "I want to hear one honest truth from you: why did you recruit me into the company?

Besides being able to drive and write some utterly nonsensical words, I have no other specialties, and both those skills are useless for constructing your airships." Fang Senyan had already prepared his explanation and stated earnestly: "The company’s decision to proactively build airships to survive the disaster came from several people having the exact same dream—a dream depicting the tragic scenario of 2012 arriving.

Because the vision was so real, these individuals believed it wasn't merely a dream but a firsthand soul experience of a nightmare from the future." "And you, along with a portion of others, were key figures who provided crucial assistance to them within those dreamscapes.

Therefore, they felt you might become pivotal figures and nodes supporting the future, and so they planned to save you as well." At this moment, Klust’s inherent writerly traits played a crucial role.

His rich imagination allowed him to quickly accept Fang Senyan’s account, and he immediately pleaded: "Then please save my son and daughter!

And my ex-wife!

They are more important to me than my own life!" Fang Senyan sighed: "But we already looked.

The report shows they are still traveling abroad and haven't returned?" "That, that's impossible!" Mr.

Jackson Klust immediately pulled out his phone: "Hello, hello!

Is that you?

Where are you right now?

What!

You just got home?

You won a trip to Hawaii for seven days in a raffle?

Damn it, how could something like that happen now...

oh, wait, I don't mean the raffle is damned, I mean winning a prize at this critical juncture is damned...

Hello?

Hello??" Subsequently, when Mr.

Jackson Klust looked over with a pleading gaze, before he could even speak, Fang Senyan received a series of mission prompts: You have triggered the Sudden Quest: Jackson Klust’s Commission.

Warning: Accepting this Sudden Quest will cause the time of the world's end to become unfixed, appearing randomly within a certain time frame.

RQ