Wu Yue's face was very calm, as his confidence stemmed from a clear judgment of the current situation.
The company's energy, the backing behind him, the importance of the laboratory, and... the method to control the resurrection of fierce ghosts.
All these elements came together.
They gave him, an ordinary person, a rather important position.
Therefore, even when facing Yang Jian, a ghost handler, he was not afraid.
It was only... the fear of ghosts in his heart that made him somewhat nervous, but he believed that as long as Yang Jian retained a shred of rationality, he wouldn't harm him.
These ghost handlers still relied on the company to help them survive.
"Yang Jian, I have some information on you in my hands, and I have also gained a general understanding of your family background and origin," Wu Yue said, seeing Yang Jian's somewhat unstable mental state and immediately speaking up.
"Growing up in a single-parent family, your living environment was not advantaged, but rather difficult. Having accidentally become a ghost handler following the Haunted College Event, you should, in your opinion, seek to stand out and make money flaunting wealth. Maybe my description is a bit vulgar, but it's very real, and I don't dislike such common pursuits."
"And now, if you continue to cooperate with me, you will immediately have all that," Wu Yue said and then gestured with his hand toward Manager Sun. "Manager Sun, what price did you offer Mister Yang for buying a ghost confined with a fierce ghost?"
"The market price, one hundred million," Sun Lihong said.
Wu Yue nodded and replied, "I see."
Then he looked at Yang Jian again. "I know you took a big risk in resolving the supernatural incident, but I really don't know anything about the dossier. It involves highly classified information. I'm just a company boss who doesn't have the clearance to access files on supernatural events, so you must be mistaken."
"However, no problem, our company has always valued harmony. So, we're willing to buy the ghost you're confining today at a fifty percent premium—that is, one hundred and fifty million. What do you think?"
He didn't stubbornly use the method of controlling the resurrection of fierce ghosts to force Yang Jian to back down.
Instead, he used a softer and more direct approach, securing him with benefits.
In this world, ghosts can't be bribed with money, but people can.
Zhang Han, seeing Yang Jian not speaking, advised, "Yang Jian, although I don't know what the dossier has to do with this matter, I hope you'll hold back and not act rashly. Let's talk about it after today. We, people like us, won't live long. You can investigate whatever you want to understand after we extend our time dealing with the ghost resurrections."
At that moment, Yang Jian seemed as if he hadn't heard a thing and looked at Wu Yue with an eerie expression, "I'll ask one more time, what is the truth about the dossier? Don't try to change the subject. In my view, a deal is a deal, and the dossier is a separate matter. I've dealt with the supernatural event for you, and our deal is already complete."
"I've kept my end of the bargain, and it's time for your company to pay the reward, but your company must give me an explanation for the dossier."
"There's no why, no need for reasons. Somebody made a mistake and has to take responsibility for it, that's all."
He had to understand the reasoning behind the dossier's omissions and why it was linked to this mysterious company.
Because of the incomplete dossier, Yang Jian himself had nearly died.
If the international ghost handlers' dossier had mentioned that Feng Quan was still alive or the existence of the Ghost Coffin, Yang Jian wouldn't have had to go through such an ordeal, and the issue would have been resolved much earlier.
Therefore, someone had to be held accountable.
Either the boss of this company or someone from the international ghost handlers would have to take responsibility.
Otherwise, if such a situation arose again, Yang Jian didn't believe he would have the same luck.
Seeing Yang Jian's persistence, Wu Yue became somewhat helpless and said, "You really shouldn't fixate on this. In this world, many things don't have a clear right or wrong, only degrees of benefit. Concealing information in the dossier is necessary because there are greater interests at stake, making certain sacrifices worthwhile."
"When our company issued this task, it was with a try-and-see approach; we weren't very optimistic at the beginning. The five of you from Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club, plus you, Yang Jian, a total of six people, went in with missing information. Our company assessed that your chances of all surviving were less than one percent, and the chances of solving this incident were less than ten percent."
"But you survived, and the survivors, you, will get everything you want. That's what's most important, isn't it?"
"You make it sound so reasonable, but I'm the kind of person who hates talking reason."
Yang Jian's face turned cold, and he pulled out a handgun from nowhere, pressing it immediately to Wu Yue's head.
Wu Yue had thought his words would stabilize Yang Jian.
But when he saw him draw a handgun and point it at his head, he was momentarily stunned.
However, the cold metallic sensation on his forehead told him that Yang Jian really had drawn his gun on him.
"This... craziness, completely irrational."
In an instant, cold sweat poured down his face, revealing a look of fear.
After all he had said, had Yang Jian not listened at all?
What benefit was there in killing him? It would bring nothing but trouble, and they would also lose the hard-earned method to control the revival of vengeful spirits.
Any rational person wouldn't act this way.
"Calm down, Yang Jian."
Wu Yue raised his hands, standing still, not daring to make any sudden moves, and rapidly exclaimed, "If you really kill me, things will get serious."
"Calm down? I'll be able to calm down after killing you. If nobody is willing to take responsibility for this, then you'll take it. Otherwise, similar incidents will recur in the future. With you dead, no one will dare to give me fake files when we encounter supernatural events because next time, they'll understand the consequences of giving me false information," Yang Jian said coldly.
Wu Yue felt a chill down his spine, realizing Yang Jian's intention... This guy wanted to kill someone to set an example.
Yang Jian didn't need to know who was pulling the strings from behind.
Nor did he need to know.
He just needed others to understand that those who crossed him would surely die.
And Wu Yue was just a Scapegoat Ghost that Yang Jian happened to find, and this scapegoat's status was surely high enough.
The sound of the handgun's safety being released clearly reached Wu Yue's ears through the contact between his forehead and the gun's muzzle.
Fear seemed to seep out from his soul, saturating his entire being.
"No, no, listen to me, this issue..." Wu Yue, with sweat of urgency, started to speak again, trying to explain.
The next moment, a gunshot rang out.