Hearing this, the Candle Bearer shook his head, saying with a helpless tone, "You know, I never drink."

Hearing this answer, the silver-eyed man revealed a bored expression and couldn't help but curl his lip, glancing at the night scene outside the window. "What a pity. Instead of using days like these to relax, you're troubled by mundane matters. Uncle Gui, sometimes I really pity you."

Suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, the Candle Bearer remained silent.

Since he could sit on the throne of the Night Watchers' Chairman, the man was naturally not an ordinary person. Whether it was his ability, strength, or strategy, his mind was top-notch.

It was just that his thinking was relatively unconventional, his style of doing things was strange, and he often did things that ordinary people couldn't understand.

Over the years, there had been no shortage of complaints within the Night Watchers.

But miraculously, the current Chairman seemed to have particularly good luck. Those who took the lead in causing trouble always died reasonably for various reasons: car accidents, illnesses, excessive indulgence, and even slipping and falling while taking a shower.

Conspiracy theorists naturally suspected the current Chairman, but after investigation, there was no evidence. These people died reasonably, seemingly just due to poor health and bad luck.

In addition, the current Chairman had also done something shocking. At a top-secret Night Watchers high-level meeting, he directly asked the then-Minister of the Executive Department if he could borrow his handgun for a look.

Hearing this, everyone immediately fell silent, and some who were at odds with the Chairman were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Everyone knew that the Minister of the Executive Department was not an easy person to talk to, a solid S-rank, and one of the best in the entire Night Watchers. More importantly, that silver gun never left his side; it was his lifeblood.

And now, someone had publicly asked to see his lifeblood.

As expected, the Minister decisively refused.

Originally, it was thought that the matter would end there, but no one expected something to happen that very night.

The Executive Department building was attacked. The attacker was cloaked in a black robe, and his target was clear: the Minister's office on the top floor.

It just so happened that, besides the Minister, a Deputy Minister and several regional heads were reporting on their work.

The attacker moved extremely quickly, instantly knocking down the Deputy Minister and several regional-level leaders. The real battle unfolded between the attacker and the Minister of the Executive Department.

Faced with such an opponent, the Minister dared not hold back, and the battle instantly became intense.

No one knows the final result of this battle. In short, when the Chief Inquisitor received word and led people to rush over, the office was already a mess, with strange scratches on the walls, and... bullet holes.

The Minister and the attacker stood on opposite sides, still maintaining their attacking stances.

But as the Chief Inquisitor and others entered, the attacker's attitude suddenly changed. He took off his cloak, revealing a relatively young face. It was the Chairman who had asked for the gun during the day.

At this time, the Chairman was smiling, completely devoid of the fierce aura he had just displayed. The people he had knocked down earlier were only temporarily unconscious and, after examination, were not seriously injured.

The Minister stared at the young man's face, his mouth slightly open, his eyes filled with incomprehension. Soon after, a surge of anger arose from being played. His hand unconsciously clenched the gun handle.

Seeing this, the Chairman didn't put on any airs and immediately apologized, smiling and saying that he admired the Minister's silver gun and had always wanted to find an opportunity to spar with the Minister. Seeing it today, it was indeed well-deserved.

He also flattered the Minister, saying that the Executive Department was full of talent under the Minister's leadership, and he was very relieved to have such a department in the Minister's charge.

After a moment, he didn't forget to tell the Chief Inquisitor and others who had arrived that the Minister had actually recognized him long ago, so he had held back. Otherwise, when they arrived, they would only have seen his corpse.

Even though the Minister knew that he was talking nonsense, the other party was, after all, the Chairman of the Night Watchers, his nominal superior, and his status was there.

So, no matter how unhappy he was, he couldn't tear up the pretense, especially since the other party had lowered his status so much and given him enough face.

In the end, the matter was dropped under the guise of a surprise exercise.

The Minister didn't say a word about the result of the two men's battle, but the people around the current Chairman judged a thing or two from the Chairman.

After leaving the Executive Department building, the current Chairman, sitting in the back seat of the car, opened his hand, and two bullets lay quietly in his palm.

Not bullet heads, but complete bullets.

The bullets seemed to be specially made, shimmering with a faint light in the dim light. Intricate patterns were carved on the bullets, and a cross was carved with a knife at the position of the bullet head.

Obviously, these two bullets were taken from the silver gun that was said to be immune to gods and ghosts.

At that time, the Chief Inquisitor, sitting in the passenger seat of the car, saw this scene in the rearview mirror, and cold sweat instantly broke out. He didn't think he had the confidence to defeat the Minister of the Executive Department.

But the young man sitting behind him not only dodged the bullets but also seized the sidearm of the Minister nicknamed Silver Gun and took two bullets from the gun.

Compared to the two, the difference was clear.

The young man stared at the bullets in his hand for a few seconds, and finally put them back in his pocket. When he looked up again, the cynical attitude on his face was gone, replaced by the demeanor of someone who had been in a high position for a long time. "This person is indeed a bit tricky. You have to be careful when facing him. Don't let him catch you."

In an instant, he was like a different person.

An astonishing pressure spread out, and even a guy like the Chief Inquisitor couldn't help but lower his head and answer in a more respectful voice: "Understood, Chairman."

"This person must be eliminated in the future. You must prepare as soon as possible, arrange for our people to enter in advance, penetrate the high level of the Executive Department, and it is best to get the position of Deputy Minister. As soon as he dies in the future, take over immediately, and don't let the power fall into the hands of others." His voice sounded unusually cold. "The Executive Department is a sharp blade, and it must be used by us."

Hearing this, the Chief Inquisitor looked embarrassed. "That's right, but... but under his leadership, the Executive Department has always been impenetrable, and the people we've placed inside haven't been given important positions."

"Let alone the Deputy Minister, even a regional head is difficult to fight for." Over the years, the Chief Inquisitor had also been helpless against this Minister, and he had tried both soft and hard tactics, but they were useless.

Suddenly, the Chief Inquisitor's body trembled violently, because he felt a hand stretching out from behind the seat and resting on his shoulder.

Even more terrifying, that hand was not a human hand, but a ghastly green ghost hand.