My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"No, boss, you've misunderstood!"

Chapter 133

"No, boss, you've misunderstood! Let me explain!"

"You're definitely trying to call it a lie, aren't you? Good grief..."

Although Theresa seemed embarrassed, once she realized that Yang Hao and the others had come for serious business, she only made empty promises and then led them to her private office without any qualms—after all, to be honest, Creed had already taken care of all the tasks assigned last month, right? Whether it was interrogating that spy chief of the Duchy of Nikolai or searching for spies within the Duchy of Koschche, which currently had no spies at all, Creed had already done all the work.

What? You say there's still so much funding left? Aren't you going to do something about it? Please! We're a capitalist spy organization. Even if we have a lot of funding left over from the last job, it doesn't mean we're going to use that money for work, right? If you want us to do new work, boss, you have to give us new funding!

The pervasive capitalism in Casimir had even robbed this former knight of his sense of honor and shame. Ah, how... impressive! If Yang Hao knew what Teresa was thinking at this moment, he'd probably want to turn this little pony into a pregnant one on the spot—but that's impossible, isn't it?

The doctors all said he can't have children with ordinary races in this world, so... how could he possibly get pregnant? Right?

...

In short, after leading Yang Hao into the office and watching Snake Scale, who had inexplicably left the office and was now standing guard outside the door, for a while, the master and servant were finally able to get down to business.

In Theresa's private office, Yang Hao sat in the main seat, while Theresa, dressed casually, sat in the guest seat. She skillfully brewed Yang Hao a cup of green tea—but to be honest, do people in Kazimierz really like green tea?

“Green tea doesn’t suit your taste? Then next time, remember to let me know what you want to drink in advance. I personally prefer green tea.” Theresa shrugged, plopped down in the guest seat, and looked at Yang Hao curiously while drinking her tea. “So, boss, what brings you here? Or is there some kind of mission? If it’s a mission, then funding and stuff—my sisters can’t move around without money.”

"Hiss... Let me have a sip of tea first."

This was the first time Teresa had truly taken a good look at the boss from head to toe. She had to admit, he was fairly good-looking; aside from a scar running from his left eye to his left ear, his overall appearance was fine.

My taste in clothing and appearance—well, it shouldn't be a problem? Shouldn't be?

There are no problems with the money.

Aside from his somewhat unusual sexual preferences, he seems to be otherwise fine? But considering he's already married to the local duke, his personal sexual preferences probably aren't really a problem, right? Hmm...

Overall, he's definitely a good man. Aside from constantly thinking about harming those centaur mythical monsters, he's not bad...

Thinking of this, Theresa silently took a sip of tea, thinking that if she wanted to make a lot of money as soon as possible, live the life she wanted, and continue her family's business, this boss should be the best candidate right now.

I have money, fame, and power... but I wonder if that duke will get rid of me? Or will that maid strike first and kill me? Sigh.

Theresa sighed inwardly, thinking shamelessly, "Trying to hook up with a sugar daddy and be kept is really difficult."

Meanwhile, Yang Hao, having just put down his tea and marveling at the bittersweet taste of the green tea, was also observing Miss Teresa's new appearance.

Unlike her sensual attire at the brothel, or the elaborate formal dress she wore during the negotiations, Teresa, now dressed casually, looked like a lively young girl, not a knight-errant or a spy from Kazimierz.

She has a great figure and a unique vitality characteristic of Kuranta people. If this were in peacetime, she would probably be an idol-level figure who could charm thousands of people.

Alas—it's a pity he's a procrastinator.

Yang Hao shook his head, thinking that if he had the chance, he would definitely teach her a lesson. At the very least, stop touching him like that.

“So, let’s get down to business.” He put down his teacup and said seriously. “A new month, new jobs—and multiple jobs at that.”

"Give us enough money, and don't make us commit suicide, then everything is negotiable." Theresa glared with dead fish eyes. "Also, if you're lonely and need someone to keep you company in bed, remember to find someone else."

"Hiss... You're not only lazy, but also so strange?"

"Huh? What if I don't make it clear beforehand, and you suddenly want me to go to your room alone?"

"...Tsk tsk, in short—I need you and your sisters to prepare for dealing with Colombian spy infiltration."

This little pony, saying no with his mouth, but his body says otherwise? Yang Hao thoughtfully looked at the various messages popping up on the [Puppet Stage], feeling as if he had discovered an incredible secret. But oh well, one Kosichean left him weak; he needed to be restrained, to abstain from sex.

"Infiltration by Colombian spies? Huh? Commercial espionage?"

"It should be an intergovernmental spy."

“That’s a bit troublesome. After all, who knows if Rhine Labs or some other strange company has implanted any weird weapons or devices in those people?” Theresa raised an eyebrow, pursed her lips, and looked somewhat reluctant. “It’s a bit too difficult for us, so—”

"This number."

"So we accepted! Boss, you can rest assured, we'll handle everything related to the Colombians!"

After Yang Hao announced the payment, the reluctance on the face of this shameless Kuranta man vanished in an instant. His bright smile, his bowing and scraping, his utter lack of self-respect—claiming the difficulty was a bit high, then immediately lowering the difficulty for the money...

This...this kind of bad woman...

Yang Hao felt an unnamed fire of desire suddenly surge from the depths of his heart to his throat. This kind of wicked woman really evoked a desire to teach her a lesson.

but!

He needs to exercise restraint.

One must abstain from sex.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a small problem that can be solved by exercise alone.

It's possible that in a couple of days, he'll have to be carried into the hospital by others—a serious problem.

"In addition, I need you to continue searching for the city's little secrets—not just those minor nobles, those big capitalists, those factory owners, you understand?"

"Huh? Two jobs, this is really tough on us—"

Seeing Teresa's face darken again, Yang Hao suppressed the urge to tie her up and spank her right now, and blurted out another number.

"This amount of funding."

"Of course there's no problem for us—you can rest assured, boss!"

As expected, the Kuranta people have absolutely no morals.

Looking at Theresa, who was laughing happily without any shame, Yang Hao's impression of the Kuranta people was probably set.

Chapter 134

After finishing their business, Yang Hao didn't rush to leave the office of the Kazimierz pony. To be honest, he believed that caring for subordinates was a leader's duty, but then again, observing where subordinates spent the funds they provided was also an important matter that a leader must do.

Just as the reform of the administrative center required the Gallic people to supervise it, the spy colt of Casimir, after being bribed, naturally also needed someone to supervise it. But looking around, Monica, whom he trusted, was resting, and Paul the Serpent Scale had his own work to do. So after thinking it over, he realized that only he could supervise it.

Therefore, Yang Haoyi righteously demanded from Miss Teresa their expense records, that is, the bills.

"...The bill? Haha... Um, boss, do you really want to see it now?"

See, there really is a ghost!

Under Yang Hao's gaze, Miss Theresa laughed awkwardly a few times, then rose from her seat and walked to Yang Hao's side. She exuded the light fragrance of some kind of perfume.

Hmm, all girls in Casimir wear perfume? No, I'm being silly—basically all girls wear perfume, right? Except for Margarita?

Yang Hao sniffed as he watched Margarita bend down, open a drawer in her desk, and take out a bill.

"Hahaha... Boss, please take a look..."

Theresa chuckled dryly, handed the bill to Yang Hao, and then dashed back to her seat.

Seeing her like this, Yang Hao knew that Creed's financial situation was definitely problematic... but what could be done no matter how big the problem was? So Yang Hao shook his head and sighed before unfolding the financial report.

[Financial Report:]

Mas and Lily took 10000 rubles to stake out the shopping district, and returned with new clothes.

...

Look, look! What is this thing?

You used the work funds I gave you to buy clothes in the shopping district?! In this economic downturn, you used money that could buy countless loaves of bread to buy clothes?!

Yang Hao was so angry his hands were trembling. His face was flushed red as he pointed at the most conspicuous bill, glaring at Miss Theresa, hoping she would give him an explanation.

After glancing down at the spot Yang Hao was pointing to, Teresa chuckled dryly and said there was a special reason for it.

“Well, boss—you know, right? When our target for intelligence gathering is a noblewoman, we have to dress almost exactly like her to be invited into her house. So, we have to have custom-made clothes; regular uniforms won't do…”

"hiss..."

"Besides, we've already bought the clothes, so we can't just throw them away, right? We might be able to use them next time... so..."

"...Okay, this reason is acceptable."

This doesn't seem to be wrong?

The ponies aren't snake scales; their strength lies in **gathering intelligence by infiltrating social classes**, not **gathering intelligence by killing everyone**. Therefore, they need specially made clothes and vast sums of money to adorn themselves with jewels in order to infiltrate noble households, gather information, and use their social skills to navigate among crowds, obtaining a wealth of previously unknown secrets... Isn't that perfectly normal?

It seems I was overthinking things! Yang Hao sighed, "Maybe I really was overthinking things," as he glanced down at the second financial report.

Because of Mars and Lily's excessive spending, we need to allocate more funds for parties at those five-star hotels. Luckily, there's a nobleman we're looking to stake out there...

...Hmm, it looks pretty normal, pretty normal... Yang Hao tried to calm himself down as he continued reading.

[Is that nobleman someone who enjoys a life of luxury? Hmm... We need more funds to handle this.]

...Fine, it's normal for a nobleman who enjoys a luxurious lifestyle to want a lot of money to get close to him—at this moment, Yang Hao's lips twitched violently, thinking that it would be more practical to just kill that nobleman directly! Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble?!

Fortunately, before Yang Hao's anger could cloud his judgment, he saw what he wanted to see, what he didn't want to see...

[Mas successfully infiltrated that nobleman's residence and even received a considerable sum of money? All that money was confiscated, and then all our expenses were reported, allowing us to obtain more funding and even set aside some for lavish spending!]

...

this--

blatant

Was it recorded in the ledger?

Yang Hao opened his mouth, speechless for a moment. He closed the ledger, stared at the cover for a long while, and finally, seeing Theresa's face turn deathly pale, he noticed that it looked more like a diary than an ledger.

...

He lowered his head and reached out to open the drawer. He rummaged through the drawer and finally found the real ledger. That real ledger recorded countless fictitious cash flow data—a comparison revealed that the data in the real ledger contained some inexplicable "legal" expenditures that were far more numerous than the actual financial situation.

hiss...

Good guy!

If you hadn't been so stupid as to pull out your diary, I wouldn't have known that you'd embezzled so much money from me! And you're even planning to blatantly report back the embezzled portion so I'd give you even more money?!

This is outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous! If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll think I'm the captain of your Crimson Gold Transport Brigade!

"...Miss Theresa."

"Yes, yes... boss..."

"Now, please lie face down on the table."

Blinded by rage, Yang Hao angrily rolled up his diary and ledger into a tennis racket. He slammed the racket hard into his palm, feeling the pain and hearing the loud thud. He took a deep breath, thinking that if he didn't vent his anger now, it would be bad if he took it out on Kosic later.

When Teresa saw the checkmark made of diaries and ledgers in Yang Hao's hand, her face turned pale as she realized something... but she said nothing, knowing full well that if she didn't do this, she would probably face an ending worse than death.

Sigh, getting a beating is better than being locked up in jail, isn't it? Knowing her own actions, the Kuranta girl, pale-faced but somehow expectant, walked to Yang Hao's side, then obediently lay down on the table, sticking her butt out.

...

Snapped!

"Serves you right for being so greedy! Serves you right for wasting so much precious money! Good heavens! You even plan to submit so many false accounts! If it weren't for your undeniable abilities, I would have already..."

Snapped!

"Weren't you given a lot of pure gold? Good, very good! Don't expect to get a single penny from me for your next operation! Even if necessary, I'll have to personally oversee it..."

Snapped!

"Would you dare do that again?! Ouch... why are you making such a strange sound?"

...

Yang Hao achieved his life goal of flattery.

Although we didn't use a riding whip, it was pretty much the same.

Chapter 135

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The evening of April 4.

Under the Duke of Cosice's open court interrogation of her husband, Yang Hao, who was both the criminal and the lawyer, the perpetrator and the victim, was ultimately forced to defend himself in an awkward manner.

His rebuttal is as follows:

The man named Yang Hao had no idea what had happened at the Lubyanka Grand Hotel, nor did he know anything about what had happened in Theresa's office. He had no idea what was going on with the two crumpled diaries and ledgers that had been photographed, and he had no idea why Miss Theresa was sitting on her desk with a flushed face and disheveled clothes. He wondered what had happened.

Surely some high-ranking person must have taken advantage of their position to sneak into Miss Theresa's office and, using their power second only to the Duke of Kosiché, forced the poor Kuranta girl to do something shameful.

As for what kind of position it was? Yang Hao didn't know, he knew nothing, and...