Chapter 330: Dad

Old Six lay in his office enveloped in a cloud of smoke, blissfully enjoying the service of those three mouths under his desk. As he pulled out a piece of electronic drug and inserted it into the port behind his ear, he instantly convulsed in ecstasy.

With his eyes glowing blue, he regained his composure and proudly boasted to his live streaming room, "See that? This, damn it, is the life people should be living! Family! Did you see that?"

Even in his current position, Old Six hadn't forgotten his original passion. He was still working his old gig as a streamer, only now, instead of being a war correspondent, he had become a streamer flaunting his wealth.

Looking back, Old Six was still very grateful for his decision to save those two idiots. His group had evolved from a makeshift mercenary gang to what it was now, all thanks to his tough choices.

While he was deeply enjoying himself, he suddenly heard an annoying voice by his ear, "Song 6pUS! What the hell is going on with HR over there? Why don't the accounts match again? Damn annoying!!"

As soon as he heard the voice, Old Six knew it was the finance department coming to trouble him again. She was the only one in the whole company who would bother him.

"Girl, if it doesn't match, then it doesn't match, probably just a discrepancy~~"

"How can there be a discrepancy as big as 200 million? Did you spend it on hookers?"

"What?! How can you say that about me? Am I that kind of person?" Old Six angrily started putting on his pants.

"Anyway, the accounts don't match! You figure it out! If it isn't resolved by the end of this quarter, I'm going straight to the BOSS! Seriously annoying."

Just thinking about Sun Jack's thyroid-enlarged face made Old Six involuntarily take a deep breath. His bro wasn't in a good mood lately, and he certainly didn't want to put himself in the line of fire.

"Should I bribe that woman in finance to help me cook the books? If bro finds out, could I just pin it on the accountant?"

But after thinking it over, Old Six sighed again, but all his money had been spent on hookers, and he could no longer afford to bribe an accountant.

"What should I do?" Old Six thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he turned to run towards the logistics department.

Upon arriving at the logistics department, he found the floor even messier, with no room to step.

Seeing AA with half her body inside a machine, Old Six, with a mouth full of gold teeth, grinned and walked over to her. "Beautiful and talented Little A, lend me some money~~"

"No way! I'm out of money, and you never repay your debts," two heads of AA sticking out from two openings in a round machine, looking aggrievedly at Old Six.

"How can you be out of money? You don't spend anywhere else, you must have saved quite a lot."

"I need it, I have big plans!" replied AA defiantly.

"What big plans?"

"We're using the money for repairs------I'm not telling you!" After making faces, both AAs quickly ducked back into the machine.

Seeing that he couldn't borrow money there, Old Six then went to see other members of the Hanks team, but still without success. It seemed his popularity wasn't very good within the company.

"Jack can use those skills, why can't I? Isn't this discrimination?"

As he was still troubled about money, when he saw that the kids in the system were being evacuated, his eyes brightened, ready to take advantage of the absence of personnel by making some financial maneuvers within the company.

However, before he could operate for long, the Clone Sun Jack filled the gaps, making it really difficult for him to proceed.

As he leaned back in his office, brooding alone, feeling as though the whole world was against him, the company's AI assistant popped up directly from the system interface. "Minister 6, someone is looking for you, he says he's your dad."

"FUCK!! I'm your dad!" Old Six started arguing with his own AI.

"Based on the comparison of your facial features and the database search, there's a 95% probability that the visitor is your father."

"Father?" On hearing this, Old Six paused slightly, as distant memories gradually surfaced in his mind. He immediately stood up and walked towards the company lobby.

Upon arriving in the lobby, Old Six saw a shabbily dressed, foul-smelling bald old man standing timidly by the door.

When he saw the now splendidly dressed Old Six, his eyes lit up. He limped toward Old Six.

It was then that Old Six saw that one of the man's feet was broken, fitted with a ragged prosthetic.

The bald man reached Old Six, smiled shyly, revealing the few teeth left in his mouth, "Hi, kid, long time no see."

He then frantically patted himself down and pulled out a rain-soaked hamburger from his chest, carefully handing it over to Old Six.

Linda Linda, who was curious, came over. "This is your father? I can't believe someone like you actually came from a person."

"Hmm~~" Seeing this scene, Old Six drew out a long nasal sound, "See that? That's my real dad, right there, look at him, how filial."

After saying that, he reached out to take the hamburger and walked toward the door. Old Six's father politely nodded to Linda Linda, then hurried after him.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, walked down the street just like that.

Old Six didn't speak, and the old man following him was too anxious and didn't dare to speak either, seemingly a bit afraid of his own child.

Just as they entered a narrow alley, Old Six suddenly darted in sideways.

Just as his father followed him in, he was grabbed by Old Six's shiny new mechanical arm and pinned against the wall by his neck.

Then Old Six smeared the already mushed up hamburger on the man's face like he was painting, "Yo, yo, yo, look who we have here, isn't this 5E? My motherfucker, huh? How have things gone so downhill over the years?"

5E struggled, coughing, and said excitedly, "I... I was wrong~ cough cough~ I was wrong, kid."

"My dear motherfucker, where did you go wrong, huh?"

Old Six's prosthetic hand tightened quickly, turning the man's face beet red. "I... shouldn't have... sold your mother~!"

"Just 'sold' is all you have to say? Aren't you missing something?"

5E grabbed Old Six's fingers and forcefully pried them open, speaking urgently, "But it's not my fault! I only sold her after your mom had died!"

"Heh, my father! Is it that simple? If you can't remember, let me refresh your memory! You first sold all her organs, and then you stuffed her dead brain with a succubus + a little program, and sold her as a corpse sex doll to a brothel madam!!"

With each word Old Six spoke, his grip tightened further. By the time he finished, 5E's neck had been squeezed into a thin tube, his face ashen from lack of blood, looking as if he might die any second.