In Yu State, Zhuge Wanjun was on vacation at ho. She needed to settle down for a while, lay low and keep quiet for so ti.
She hadn’t gone to the scene in Duanzhou, but thanks to her wide connections, she did know a bit of inside info. She knew a Flying Zombie from Fuyu Mountain had suddenly appeared, bringing along two Deford Corpses and eight Hundred Battle Black-haired Zombies.
Honestly, don’t be fooled by how small that group is. Just a dozen or so Great Zombies—if they launched a surprise attack and directly took out the Nanwu County Scorching Sun Departnt’s headquarters, it wouldn’t be all that hard.
In and out in fifteen minutes flat, without giving Tuoba Martial God any chance to make a move.
Of course, normally, anyone with that kind of power wouldn’t actually do it; it ans eternal pursuit and enmity—run to the Cape of the Sea and you’d still be hunted down and killed.
At least Zhuge Wanjun knew, apart from that overwhelmingly powerful Tuoba Martial God, the Nanwu County Scorching Sun Departnt didn’t have anyone else that strong to show.
That Fake Mo Zhicheng died without suspense. She didn’t know exactly how he’d died, didn’t know a lot of details, but there was one detail Zhuge Wanjun did know: when they killed Fake Mo Zhicheng, the Flying Zombie never even got involved.
The Flying Zombie was just there to make a statent, then the matter was settled.
This was the part Zhuge Wanjun found really frightening.
Besides, she’d heard others talk about this in the past, and hearing it over and over, she’d felt that Fuyu Mountain falling so low ant they were pretty much finished.
But the mont they acted, they sent out a Flying Zombie to lead. There was no way the sect back ho didn’t still have so real power protecting it, right?
It’s not like all their strongest people would leave together, abandoning only the old, fragile, sick, and weak, right?
The saying’s true—"A skinny cal is still bigger than a horse." Not to ntion, this cal isn’t even skinny yet.
She was still thinking about when to take a trip to Virtue City when her phone rang.
She checked and saw it was Wen Yan’s private number, so she answered in a second.
"Mr. Wen, you’re finally willing to give a call! I’ve been waiting for days."
"Ah, go ahead, ask anything. There’s nothing inappropriate, you’re my top-priority client, I have to look after your interests first."
"Let think... yeah, there was sothing like that. Hold on, let check."
Zhuge Wanjun frowned, took out a battered laptop with the SIM card yanked out, and searched all the cases she’d handled or been involved in.
But after searching for a while, she couldn’t find any case that matched.
She thought for a bit, then looked through another folder and kept talking on the phone.
"I really haven’t worked on any case like this personally. If I had, I definitely would’ve rembered."
"But what you ntioned, it’s a standard non-disclosure agreent. Now I rember."
"When I’d just started as a lawyer, I didn’t know any better, and soone paid a lot to buy lawyer contracts."
"All three were NDAs. Back then, I was really strapped for cash, so I sold three contracts."
"Even at the ti, I figured, even if I was onsite and signed the NDA, I wouldn’t know what secrets needed to be kept. I just drafted three contracts following their requirents."
"By my records, I got the feeling over ti that all three agreents had been used."
"One of them, the ti it was used matches the tifra you’re talking about."
"The basic content is, as long as both parties do what they agreed to, they both have to keep confidential the content of their conversations and their identities."
"The penalty for breach is..."
"Wait." Wen Yan cut in on the phone. "Aren’t you going into a bit too much detail? Is that allowed?"
Zhuge Wanjun smiled brightly.
"It’s not against the rules because I wasn’t there in person to sign. The downside is, I’m totally out of control here; I have no idea what they used it for. If things go bad, it could co back to bite ."
"Back then I didn’t really get it, made so rookie mistakes, stepped into a pit."
"But I did have so foresight—not showing up for the signing, I just sold the contract."
"The upside is, there’s nothing I have to keep secret about any of this."
"No matter who signed, or who the parties were, none of them are my clients."
"Great, go ahead then."
"Penalty for breach is losing all the benefits you got out of this matter. There’s no explicit definition, so even I don’t know what that ans."
"Got it, thanks. Has anyone been bothering you these past few days?"
"Not at all. Only two field agents from the Scorching Sun Departnt ca by and asked a few questions, nothing else. If you need anything, you can always call , this number’s on twenty-four-seven."
Zhuge Wanjun spoke very politely.
She definitely knew what it ant to be a top-priority mission for the Scorching Sun Departnt.
It ant that if necessary, she could be locked up for life. That was entirely possible.
Don’t talk nonsense—if it’s a mission with this level of priority, if needed, they’d even go into warti mode.
And as for this matter, she certainly knew: as long as things took a turn for the worse, all that tender sympathy would be gone. Every trick in the book would be used.
Including but not limited to any ans necessary.
The only reason she could still lounge at ho in the AC instead of running for her life, wasn’t that she was lucky, nor that she picked the winning side, but simply because Wen Yan hadn’t burned the bridge after crossing it—he actually spoke up for her, so she only had to answer a few questions.
Most people—even Lady Lie—felt that helping soone out and having them speak for you were directly connected, one was the result of the other.
But in fact, she knew best herself—there wasn’t much inevitable causality involved here at all.
Don’t talk about whether you’ve signed a contract; even if you have, just barely eting the requirents and actually treating this seriously are two totally different things.
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