The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

Chapter 256: Chapter 255 Is the Leader’s Position at Risk?

Lu Mian’s eyes still had a mischievous glint, but there was a slight reduction in her wariness and vigilance.

She waved her hand nonchalantly, “Oh, it’s you, old man.”

The man standing before her was the second-generation leader of the International Elite Group, a man associated with the “Magician” in the Tarot Cards, the only one who knew the real identities of all the organization’s members and held all the internal secrets.

However, the leader’s mask was different from theirs; it was pure black. Lu Mian had had her eye on that pure black mask for a long time since she wasn’t very fond of the fancy masks the commanders wore.

The middle-aged man referred to as the old man glared, flicked the girl’s cheek with his finger, and the mask emitted a muffled sound.

“What old man, call me mentor.”

“…” Lu Mian let out a light chuckle and nodded in good spirits, “Alright, old man mentor.”

The other party scolded her, “Mian Xiaobao!”

In all seriousness, Lu Mian said, “Leader, please don’t get too familiar with me.”

“…”

The atmosphere between the two was very familiar, and their conversation was casual, indicating they had a good relationship.

Aside from the backdrop of the International Elite Group, Lu Mian actually knew this leader; his real name was Yun Zhijuan.

A quite artistic and pleasant name, it did not quite match his own personality, for he was an old rascal at heart.

“I have an urgent matter to attend to, you start the meeting first,” she said, glancing at the time, as she had to deal with the video issue.

This arrogant tone of voice would make others think she was the leader, but when she spoke these words, no one could stop her.

She didn’t intend to wait for Yun Zhijuan’s approval and was about to leave on her own. @@novelbin@@

Yun Zhijuan massaged his forehead, troubled, and took a couple of steps to follow her, “Good disciple, what’s the emergency? Can your mentor help you with anything?”

“Oh,” Lu Mian paused in her steps, “Just help me ask for leave.”

Yun Zhijuan: “…”

Lu Mian quickly headed towards the bathroom, with Yun Zhijuan standing at the doorway, watching until she was out of sight before retracting his gaze. His originally kind and amiable eyes gained a touch of complexity and depth, flickering slightly.

It was good that she left; in any case, he didn’t want her involved in today’s affairs.

He concealed the dark glint in his eyes and then pushed the door to enter the meeting room.

The meeting room door was opened again, and the eight commanders inside, with the exception of Xiao Qimo, all turned their attention to Yun Zhijuan. When they realized it wasn’t the commander of the second team, Demon, but the leader, they were momentarily startled.

The commander of the second team was indeed arrogant; the leader himself had arrived, yet he hadn’t shown up!

After their brief shock, they stood up in unison, respectfully and reverently calling out, “Leader.”

The reason for their reverence was, of course, genuine respect. Although their leader had a somewhat… extravagant personality, he lacked any incredible abilities, but he had one skill that no one else could match, even something that others found astonishing and feared.

He was a Fortune-telling Master.

Once he made a prediction, the accuracy rate was as high as ninety percent.

Countless officials, noble families, and figures from political and business circles sought his divination, making his reputation quite resounding in the inner circles.

But the leader would only do divinations thrice a year. Any more than that, no matter the amount of money or benefits offered, he wouldn’t continue.

This made many people both love and hate him, helpless as they were.

Such ability, not something just anyone could learn, so when he sat in the leader’s seat, everyone was utterly convinced.

Xiao Qimo, busy at work, nodded slightly at Yun Zhijuan’s entrance, greeted him, then continued with his tasks.

His gaze remained fixed on the screen in front of him, observing the progress bar at 90%, he pursed his lips.

Just a bit more, and he would be able to restore Hong City’s surveillance footage.