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Chapter 1239: Chapter 1239 Dark Moon and High Wind
"Calling a person by their title, not by their rank, is an unwritten rule."
"Normally, even an assistant manager is addressed as ’manager.’"
"It’s a matter of face."
"But now, Nancy Ophelia directly calling Oracio Martin ’Assistant Manager’ already carries a hint of humiliation and provocation."
"Just a single word difference between ’manager’ and ’assistant manager,’ but the gap is immense."
"Especially since these words came from the mouth of her archenemy and superior."
""Manager Ophelia, is there something you need?""
"Oracio Martin turned around, his expression instantly darkening."
"But then he relaxed his brows."
"Isn’t this a heaven-sent opportunity?"
"The Left Minister might just need such a chance."
""Of course there’s something.""
"Nancy Ophelia waved her hands dismissively at Oracio Martin’s side, impatiently saying, "I’m discussing matters with the assistant manager. The rest of you, scram!""
""This...""
"The guards under Oracio Martin hesitated, unsure of what to do."
"To leave, or not to leave?"
""Manager Ophelia, you could at least speak politely," Oracio Martin looked up with displeasure, "These are my brothers.""
"Smack!"
"His words had barely fallen when"
"Nancy Ophelia lashed her whip at one of Oracio Martin’s guards: "Can’t you hear me speaking? I am the Grand Steward, and you all are my soldiers! Scram!""
"The whip was struck with great force."
"The face of the stricken man bore a bloodstain in an instant."
"Yet the guard clenched his teeth, not uttering a word!"
"And he did not retreat a single step."
""Rebellion, is it!""
"Nancy Ophelia roared and again raised the lengthy whip in her hand."
""Stand down!""
"Oracio Martin motioned with his hand, his own hands clenched tightly into fists."
"If it weren’t for the Left Minister’s people reminding him not to make the first move, he would’ve wanted to pound him with his fist!"
""Hold on!""
"Just as the attendant was about to leave, Nancy Ophelia called out once more."
""The Grand Steward commands you to leave, and you don’t. Now the assistant manager tells you to go, and you roll out like a dog—what does that mean?" She strode up to the attendant, slapping his face with her hand, "Is it because I don’t stand tall enough?""
""Grand Steward Ophelia!""
"Oracio Martin’s face was stern as he said coldly, "Leave a line when dealing with people.""
"The beaten guard had been with him for a long time, his most loyal subordinate."
"If you strike a dog, you must look at its owner!"
"What Nancy Ophelia was doing was no different from slapping his own face."
"It was intolerable!"
""Leave a line when dealing with people?" Nancy Ophelia turned around, hands behind her back while looking at Oracio Martin, "Assistant Manager Martin, both of us are serving His Majesty. What do you mean by ’leave a line’? Are you implying covert manipulation, or are you inviting me to stoop to your level?""
""You!""
"Oracio Martin ground his teeth audibly."
"He remembered Jorvik Reed’s words, his fingernails nearly digging into his flesh!"
"Endure!"
"Now, before he could agitate Nancy Ophelia, she had already managed to infuriate him!"
""Manager Ophelia, I can’t bear the hat you’re trying to put on me!""
"Oracio Martin scoffed, his face already ashen."
"Amidst the conversation, he noticed a leader sitting on a log smoking a cigarette."
"The leader, although also one of The North Sea’s soldiers, oversaw a group of regular soldiers."
"In large projects such as this, when Nancy Ophelia and Oracio Martin were absent, it was these hooligans who ensured the regular soldiers worked."
"Theoretically, they should work just like everyone else."
"But leaders could loaf on the job—that was the unwritten rule both managers turned a blind eye to."
"After all, they were acting in their service."
"The presence of the leaders at the worksite was often just a formality."
"The leaders also had factions."
"The one smoking down below was said to be Nancy Ophelia’s brother-in-law."
""Manager Ophelia, I have a question for you," Oracio Martin said icily: "What should be the punishment for slacking off during work?""
""The lesser punishment is thirty lashes, but the greater is a beating to death with clubs!""
"Having answered, Nancy Ophelia asked with some confusion: "Assistant Manager Martin, are you not clear about the rules?""
""Clear, of course I’m clear!""
"Oracio Martin gave a cold laugh and abruptly drew a long knife!"
"He hurled it forward with a fierce right hand!"
"Thuck!"
"The long knife pierced through the body of Nancy Ophelia’s brother-in-law, going straight through!"
""You!""
"It took Nancy Ophelia a full five seconds to regain her composure!"
"The man who died was the brother of a mistress he had recently taken."
"Now that her brother was dead, the mistress surely would not let things rest easily. She was bound to make trouble."
""You said it! These are the rules!""
Oracio Martin coldly said, "Are you telling me that even as a deputy manager, I don’t have the authority to enforce the law?"
Bang!
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a solid punch landed on his face.
"Are you fucking asking for death?"
Nancy Ophelia was the authority here!
She was the Grand Steward!
Even if punching Oracio Martin in the face meant hitting a common guard just now!
But Oracio Martin started by chopping her little brother-in-law to death, what did that mean?
If this were taken to higher-ups, Oracio Martin would still have the upper hand!
But with anger surging, Nancy Ophelia couldn’t control herself!
"You hit me?"
Oracio Martin, holding his nose, watched as blood steadily streamed through his fingers.
Soldiers of The North Sea nearby all stopped what they were doing to look over.
Who doesn’t like to watch a good fight, especially when it’s between two heads!
Exciting!
"I’m the main manager, hitting you, the deputy manager, any problem?"
Nancy Ophelia rolled up her sleeves and said coldly, "If you’ve got the guts, drop that ’deputy’ from your title!"
"I’ll fuck your mother!"
Bang!
Oracio Martin lashed out with a punch!
Both individuals were skilled, both were Martial Artists.
After a round of brawling, they each grabbed weapons.
"What are you doing! What’s this!"
Just then, the Minister of Public Works arrived after hearing the commotion!
The construction of the commander’s platform was a Ministry of Construction matter.
Someone had already phoned the Ministry of Construction about the two brawling.
Thanks to the modern telecommunications of The North Sea, otherwise, by the time the Ministry of Construction arrived, there might have been fatalities!
"Minister Spencer!"
After seeing the Minister of Public Works, both dropped their weapons and reluctantly lowered their heads.
"His Majesty ordered you to build the commander’s platform, it’s for The North Sea’s consort! If you cause any delays, my head will roll first!" The Minister of Public Works, Spencer Yarrow, pointed at his own head, "If I get beheaded, I’ll make sure to rip both your heads off first!"
The Minister and Secretaries are all Everton Davenport’s people.
This is a red line!
It doesn’t matter if it’s the Left Minister or the Right Minister, whoever tries to ingratiate themselves with the various department Secretaries or Ministers will definitely incur thunderous wrath!
And life wasn’t easy for the Secretaries and Ministers either.
Their subordinates belonged to either the Left Minister or the Right Minister.
It wasn’t okay to offend either!
Like the situation today, either both would be punished, or it would be let go!
"Hurry up and get back to work! The ceremony is tomorrow, and Princess Baylor Davenport is coming to Star City herself! Right now, His Majesty is entertaining important guests, so restrain yourselves!"
Having said his piece, he sharply turned and left with a flick of his sleeve!
"Just you wait!"
Oracio Martin cursed bitterly.
"Watch your head!" Nancy Ophelia was equally unyielding.
Not far away.
Julius Reed was holding a pair of binoculars, watching the two of them.
Crunch!
He bit viciously into the apple in his hand.
Fresh, juicy.
Sweet!
Just waiting for a dark and stormy night!
He was going to kill someone.
...
Although Nancy Ophelia and Oracio Martin had fought, everyone knew the importance of the construction project.
Several hours later.
Night had fallen.
Yet at the site of the commander’s platform, construction was still booming.
Given such an important scene, naturally both Oracio Martin and Nancy Ophelia were present.
And Julius Reed, of course, wasn’t missing.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless one.
He leaned against the latrine, peeling an apple.
Julius Reed had slipped laxatives into the evening meal.
And he watched as everyone heartily enjoyed their food.
Before long.
Oracio Martin ran to use the restroom.
His expression was frantic, accompanied by a series of sounds.
As he rushed into the latrine, he didn’t even have time to pull down his trousers before he sensed danger ahead!
"Who’s there!"
Oracio Martin looked up, asking alertly.
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