Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Boys Need to Learn to Protect Themselves
Not to mention anything else, just hearing that Flying Tiger could precisely measure dungeon energy levels, Jiang Che was genuinely tempted.
He really didn’t want to rely on luck to get home; if he could reliably go home once or twice, he’d already be very satisfied.
After all, the staff at the hospital always said you could only go home to see your wife and kids when you were on rotation.
It seems that, in the middle of all the busy work, going home has become a real luxury.
"If we join Flying Tiger, what do we have to do?" Xiong Jie blocked him, "This kid’s with me, obviously he has to follow me."
Flying Tiger laughed at Xiong Jie, but she could understand it.
After all, if you have a highly skilled guy with cognitive issues nearby, anyone would want to keep them close; with some training, they could become one of your top enforcers.
That was one of the reasons Flying Tiger was interested.
Now, Jiang Che was like a blank slate—easy to teach.
She didn’t even need to worry about his background; clean as a sheet!
She had never seen anyone with a background so clean.
An SSS-level dungeon clearer fresh out of Red Pearl Mental Hospital, this expert practically felt like she’d picked him up off the street.
She smiled at Jiang Che, her eyes shining with a strange light. After the answer was just revealed, she believed many organizations would try to recruit Jiang Che, so she had to claim him for Flying Tiger first.
Before, she thought she absolutely had to bring Xiong Jie into her organization.
Ever since that weird phenomenon arrived, people of almost every age group were getting pulled into uncanny dungeons. At first, they wondered if it’d be like fantasy novels—would younger people have better potential than older ones?
But later, they found out, nope.
Growth potential only depends on initial experience points.
It’s basically like giving these Survivors a bigger container if they start with massive experience; even when expanding their capacity later, they could expand more.
The initial experience points of someone at Tier Two Peak are already considered incredibly gifted.
Age isn’t an issue; as long as you train them well, who knows, they might be a top general someday.
But Xiong Jie, well, he had too many flaws.
Of course, Flying Tiger wasn’t talking about personality flaws, but mental ones. Xiong Jie was a company CEO before, his schemes outnumbered normal people by who knows how many times.
High level, complex mind.
That kind of person is way too hard to control.
But the Tier Two Peak’s initial experience is still hard to let go.
Jiang Che’s different: high starting level, simple mind, no background, easy to control, most importantly—
He was young, only had some mental state issues, but wasn’t stupid.
"Do I look good?" She turned, hands braced on the table, staring at Jiang Che. Her gaze no longer as sharp as during meetings, leaning forward just a bit, showing a hint of cleavage.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing!" Xiong Jie shouted loudly.
"Not doing anything, just making friends." Flying Tiger shrugged, totally unhurried.
What she liked about Jiang Che was he was alone and powerful; as for his cognitive disorder, as long as it didn’t affect daily life, it wasn’t a problem.
Worst case, just cure him. She knew the dirt behind Red Pearl Mental Hospital—this wasn’t really a treatment facility, it was just an organ farming center.
And, with no family or friends, in this huge Flying Tiger Organization, she was an only child.
Not saying she’d make Jiang Che a live-in son-in-law, but at least her family assets wouldn’t just end up with someone else.
She figured Dad would like this guy too, right?
"I checked your file. You’re a year younger than me. If you come to Flying Tiger, big sis will take care of you." Flying Tiger smiled lightly, staring at Jiang Che’s poker face, the more she looked the more she liked him.
The guy’s not just strong, but also has insane potential.
As if that wasn’t enough, he’s tall and handsome.
And even luck in entering dungeons is off the charts.
Flying Tiger mused, smiling—maybe being into him is another stroke of luck?
Jiang Che looked at the woman in front of him, nodded seriously, "I really need the kind of precise measuring equipment Flying Tiger has."
Xiong Jie knew Jiang Che didn’t have those kinds of thoughts, but he worried that, with time, the witch would brainwash him.
If he got tricked and the rice was cooked, how would he answer to the boss?
"That measuring equipment, if I’m not wrong, lots of organizations have it, right?" Xiong Jie couldn’t help but butt in. If Jiang Che really let this witch seduce him, he felt the boss would strangle him.
"From so many Tier Two and above Survivors precisely avoiding Red Pearl Mental Hospital, it’s clear everyone can sense how big the energy is."
"It’s like, if I filled a basin with water—without a measuring cup, I just don’t know how many milliliters are in it."
Xiong Jie thought way more deeply than Jiang Che. He guessed there must be a standard table.
A chart for sensing magnetic field energy: different levels represent different dungeon multipliers.
"You said it before, the higher the tier, the clearer the sensing, and Jiang Che’s at Tier Five Peak—he doesn’t even need your equipment to sense it pretty accurately."
Flying Tiger shot him a cold look—damn old fox!
Even though she hadn’t really interacted with upper-tier Survivors yet, she could instantly analyze the gist of it.
He was right—even Tier Two Survivors could sense the size of magnetic field storms.
Some energy formed from gathered magnetic fields is just about basin-sized.
Once someone tells you this basin-sized energy is F-level, everyone’s understanding gets way more accurate.
"Relax, if you join Flying Tiger, we’ll invest in your training." Flying Tiger turned her head, still recruiting Xiong Jie. They wanted Jiang Che, but Xiong Jie too.
This old fox, his multi-layered schemes—a double-edged sword.
Paired with Jiang Che, actually makes for a pretty good team.
He can make up for everything Jiang Che lacks in thinking things through.
Xiong Jie quietly clenched his fist. At this point, it wasn’t about him joining Flying Tiger or not; he already had a faction. Whether he joined or not, he’d get trained, but joining would make his identity more legitimate.
He stopped Flying Tiger from openly hitting on Jiang Che, not because he thought Flying Tiger was competing for his guy.
Shit! The boss is watching!
How dare you flirt with Jiang Che—how dare you!
Xiong Jie was about to lose it, ready to call her a ’witch’ out loud.
If this witch keeps flirting like this, once the weirdness hits reality, he fears the Flying Tiger Organization will be the first destroyed.
"Jiang Che!" Xiong Jie stared at Jiang Che, his expression serious, trying to say something but holding back.
Jiang Che didn’t seem to understand Flying Tiger’s underlying intentions.
In human society, he couldn’t stick by Jiang Che every minute, just worried that when he wasn’t around, the woman would take her shot.
"This woman’s not up to anything pure."
"Guys need to learn to protect themselves."
"Don’t let some random woman take advantage."