Unexpectedly, the other party opened with a question so professional it went straight to which division of the National Destiny Bureau he served in. This was interesting, because the National Destiny Bureau indeed didn’t use “groups” or similar terms—they used “divisions”!

“National Destiny Bureau, Bazi Division, Li.” Old Lee clasped his hands behind his back, sizing up Ethan Brooks.

To be honest, Old Lee didn’t like yesterday’s Arthur Young, and liked today’s Ethan Brooks even less. Ever since the fall of the Mysterious Moon and the resurgence of spiritual energy, the world had been brewing for great change, keeping them all busy and exhausted. Yet, there were still plenty of people out there pretending to be mystics and swindlers, interfering with their work.

Ethan Brooks nodded knowingly. Yesterday, when his dad looked at the other party’s work ID, even though the other party had only flashed it quickly before putting it away, his dad’s years of professional training allowed him to memorize it in an instant.

National Destiny Bureau, Operations Department, Bazi Division, Li.

“I’ve heard of it, you’re in charge of mysterious incidents, right?” Ethan Brooks nodded and said, “Old Lee, please take a rest. If I can’t handle the situation, I’ll ask for your help.”

Old Lee was stunned. He thought to himself, am I really getting old? Is there a generational gap with these kids born after 2000? This little con artist doesn’t play by the rules.

Shouldn’t a con artist, in order to steal business, argue heatedly with the other party to prove that the National Destiny Bureau is fake? That way, he could finish his scam. Why did this kid just acknowledge the existence of the National Destiny Bureau and keep on with his act without any fuss?

This routine… is unusual! Old Lee took another look at Ethan Brooks. Yesterday, that “Arthur Young” was full of glib talk and clever tricks. He thought he’d figured out the con artist’s routine and could handle it easily today, but he didn’t expect this kid to be so slippery.

After speaking, Ethan Brooks walked toward the elevator inside the room, feeling secretly delighted: Dad didn’t squat in the bathroom last night for nothing. Judging by the old man’s expression, he must be completely dumbfounded. If Dad saw this, he’d be thrilled!

“Ahem…” Old Lee coughed, stopping Ethan Brooks as he passed through the living room. “Young man, wait a moment. I suspect you’re a fake Taoist.”

Ethan Brooks stopped in his tracks, thinking, this old guy really… It’s not easy for any of us hustling out here, so why make it harder? Yesterday you stole my dad’s business, and today you’re trying to steal mine? Isn’t that too much?

“Sir, what do you mean by that?” Ethan Brooks walked toward Old Lee with a dissatisfied look. “Your words not only slander me, but also insult my master.”

Old Lee felt confident and said, “Young man, may I ask where your master’s temple is based, and which lineage you inherit from?”

“Dragon Group.”

Dragon Group? Dragon Group my ass! Old Lee cursed inwardly. What a blatant lie! Yesterday your master at least said Wudang Mountain, and today it’s Dragon Group? Have you read too many web novels from decades ago?

“Young man, what proof do you have that you’re from the Dragon Group?” Old Lee asked Ethan Brooks with a smile, feeling that this young man’s answer was an insult to everyone’s intelligence in the room.

Ethan Brooks replied, “Then what proof do you have that you’re from the National Destiny Bureau?”

Old Lee smiled. Yesterday, he’d also led that Arthur Young into this rhythm and ruined his scam.

“I have proof.” Old Lee pulled out a mysterious red booklet from his pocket.

The three gilded characters 【国运局】 were printed right in the center of the red booklet, looking extremely authentic.

Old Lee opened the booklet and showed it around to everyone, the clear steel seal on it proving his identity beyond doubt.

“Proof? I have it too. Look! There’s even a QR code here for you to scan.”

Ethan Brooks pulled out a red booklet stamped with 【龙组】.

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What the heck! Old Lee was thrown off. How did this kid really have a Dragon Group ID? He’d never heard of such an organization! That ID in the kid’s hand must be fake, right? Bought online?

“I not only have a Dragon Group ID, I also have a National Destiny Bureau booklet.” As Ethan Brooks spoke, he took out a red booklet identical to Old Lee’s from his work bag.

If Ethan Bruce were here at this moment, he would definitely tell Old Lee: Bought on Taobao! Same-city express delivery! Super fast!

“Avengers ID, Justice League ID, Zhai Zhu Author ID, Wandering Toad Missed Deadline Certificate…”

In no time, Ethan Brooks tossed out a dozen or so IDs.

Old Lee was thrown off again. This kid… is self-destructing! By doing this, all the red booklets look fake to everyone else! Did his master prepare these last night? This… is way too professional!

Mr. Shaw and his wife looked awkwardly at both Ethan Brooks and Old Lee. At this moment… they didn’t really trust either of them.

Ethan Brooks looked at Old Lee with great satisfaction. He knew that if he only took out one ID, the other party could probably use his years of experience as a con artist to make him lose this business in the end. But if he went for mutual destruction, it would be a different story.

If it were a different job, not involving a six-year-old child,

Ethan Brooks wouldn’t mind letting the old man have the business. After all, it’s not easy hustling out here.

‘Harmed others without benefiting oneself, gained 100 Demon King Points.’

Ethan Brooks heard the system’s voice and really wanted to ask, does this count too? Looks like he’ll have to work more in the future to earn more Demon King Points.