Boss Shaw exclaimed, “Hubbard really has many hands in the black market. It isn’t a small matter to get photos of the Judge. Although there isn’t any specific data, the photos are well taken and it can be around the same.”

Saying this, he moved the photo back and forth several times. “This face really drives a woman crazy. Do you like it?”

According to the physical sex of human beings, An Zhe wasn’t a female so he didn’t go crazy. he just felt uncomfortable. He had a bit of a physical fear of the Judge. In this human base, only Lu Feng suspected that he wasn’t human. An Zhe thought that if he one day died in the human base, it would be because he was shot and executed by the Judge.

An Zhe replied, “I don’t like him.”

“Then you’re in the opposition party,” Boss Shaw said. “I hate the opposition party the most. My last apprentice was one.”

An Zhe wondered, “Why?”

“He took my salary and had the face to ask for a half day’s rest every week to go protest.”

An Zhe, “……”

“I’m not the opposition party either.”

Boss Shaw told him, “I’m don’t care if you’re in the opposition party or the supporter party.”

“I… won’t ask for leave.”

Facing Boss Shaw’s kind smile after hearing this, An Zhe tentatively asked, “Can I live here?”

Based on his observations over the past few days, Boss Shaw’s store wasn’t small. There were a few empty containers in a corner and one person could stay in these containers.

Boss Shaw asked, “What’s the matter?”

An Zhe knew that people in the base generally didn’t move easily since they were assigned a unified residence from an early age. Of course, living there was another thing. Most mercenaries spent most of their lives in the wilderness and the men and women on the third underground floor rarely returned to their homes. However, he really didn’t want to go back to Building 117. Josie’s entanglement was making him tired.

“My neighbour.” He explained to Boss Shaw. “He’s always…”

Before he could figure out the right wording, he saw Boss Shaw raise his eyebrows. “He wants to sleep with you?”

An Zhe confirmed that there was only one thing on Scott Shaw’s mind.

“No, that’s not it.” An Zhe denied it. “He just keeps trying to get close to me.”

“There is a difference between this and wanting to sleep with you?”

“Yes,” An Zhe replied. “We used to be good friends.” He carefully recalled what Josie had done. There was no way to tell Boss Shaw some things so he could only replace An Ze’s name with ‘I.’