I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week

Chapter 2115: His Destiny Is Here
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Around Tilia Island, there were more than a dozen warships patrolling the waters, ensuring that no private organizations could set foot on the island.

Despite its mysterious nature, Tilia Island had been somewhat tamed due to the constant influx of personnel carrying out missions. This had led to the development of safe zones, which evolved into tribe-like communities.

Each country had its own exclusive area, and without permission, no one was allowed to enter another nation’s territory.

Additionally, there was a large communal zone, which, compared to the rest of the island, was more bustling and lively.

However, the area consisted mostly of low-rise buildings, with only a few exceeding two stories.

The general atmosphere resembled that of a war-torn country in the Middle East.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In one of the low buildings within the public trading zone, a rugged, middle-aged man with a scruffy beard sat at a table. Scattered before him were several unremarkable dishes, and a bottle of vodka rested by his hand. He took occasional swigs, exuding a casual yet bold air.

This man was none other than Lin Jingzhan!

Across from Lin Jingzhan sat Song Jinmin, who was also drinking and eating, but his hands were busy fiddling with his phone.

“Those Meiguons have already crossed the Doly Valley River. I heard three of them died,” Song Jinmin commented.

“Only three?” Lin Jingzhan replied, somewhat surprised.

“The crocodiles in that river aren’t known for being merciful.”

“Recently, things in Meiguo have been off. Their overall strength seems to have improved, probably because of that C-grade serum.”

“You mean the stuff the Freemasons have been developing?”

Song Jinmin nodded. “Other than that serum, there’s nothing else that could’ve given them such an enhancement.”

Lin Jingzhan fell silent for a moment before speaking again.

“Let them scout ahead, then. Even if they make it past the Doly Valley River, the last third of the jungle is no easy walk. Until they’re out of the jungle, there’s no need to pay them too much attention.”

“Letting them blaze the trail first is a good idea.”

As the two men spoke, a woman dressed in tactical camouflage entered the room.

Despite her unkempt hair and lack of makeup, she radiated a fierce, wild beauty.

This woman’s name was Mira, code-named “Ace of Hearts.”

“Something interesting happened in Ouzhou. The Freemason buildings in both Lundun and Paree were set on fire.”

“The buildings were burned?”

Song Jinmin asked, raising an eyebrow. “Two fires at the same time—it doesn’t sound like a coincidence.”

“Definitely not,” Mira replied.

“Even though the Freemason buildings don’t hold much practical value, they’re symbols of the Freemasons. The fact that two of them were burned down simultaneously is fascinating, no matter how you look at it.”

“Indeed,” Lin Jingzhan said, picking his teeth nonchalantly. “There aren’t many people in the world bold enough to make a move against the Freemasons. Fermi, that old bastard, would be one of them.”

“Any idea who did it?” Song Jinmin asked casually.

“No clues yet,” Mira shrugged, then turned her gaze to Lin Jingzhan. “But there’s one curious coincidence.”

“What’s that?” Lin Jingzhan asked without much interest.

“Just a few hours before the Freemason building in Lundun caught fire, your son was spotted at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Heed Park.”

“Hmm? What was he doing there?”

Lin Jingzhan’s expression, along with Song Jinmin’s, became serious upon hearing this.

“Lingyun Group, the Huaxian tech company, developed a lithography machine last year. With the government’s support, they’ve been building out an entire semiconductor supply chain. But with the ongoing trade war between Meiguo and Huaxia, some of the world’s semiconductor giants are trying to reestablish agreements that would exclude Lingyun Group. That’s why he was there,” Mira explained.

“Oh, and there’s something else,” she continued. “Samsung’s heir apparent, Lee Yongchul, was also at that banquet. Your son stabbed him, apparently because Lee made a move on a woman named Ji Qingyan.”

Lin Jingzhan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“Look at that, he really is my son, stabbing a Samsung heir without hesitation!”

“Hey, calm down! That’s not the main point here,” Song Jinmin interjected.

“I get the feeling your son’s appearance in Lundun wasn’t a coincidence. He might be the one behind those fires.”

“Of course, who else could it be?” Lin Jingzhan replied confidently.

“There aren’t many organizations in the world bold enough to take on the Freemasons. The Central Guard Brigade is one of them. And given that your son showed up in Lundun right at this critical moment, he’s the most likely culprit. The only question is, why would he do it?”

Mira adjusted her posture and said,

“Even if he knew that Wendevi and Lee Yongchul were connected to the Freemasons, this was ultimately a business issue. There was no need for such an extreme response. It seems a bit… low.”

“There’s definitely more to this story. No doubt about it,” Lin Jingzhan said.

“My guess is the Freemasons provoked the Central Guard Brigade in some way, and this is his way of exacting revenge.”

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Song Jinmin lit a cigarette and said, “Knowing him, setting fire to just two places is probably only the beginning.”

“Let him have his fun. We’ll just sit back and watch,” Lin Jingzhan said dismissively, waving his hand as if unconcerned.

“But if Madam hears about this, she might not be as relaxed. She might come to you for help,” Mira said, probing for a reaction.

“Uh…” Lin Jingzhan hesitated for a moment. “Logically, she shouldn’t. She holds Lin Yi to high standards. If it’s not a critical moment, she probably won’t ask me to step in.”

Mira and Song Jinmin exchanged a glance, both displaying expressions of mild contempt.

“But I must admit, it’s tempting to join in. Setting a few fires sounds like fun,” Song Jinmin said with a grin.

“This could be an opportunity,” Mira remarked.

“What kind of opportunity are you talking about?” Lin Jingzhan asked.

“An opportunity to weaken the Freemasons,” Mira explained.

“The global situation is becoming increasingly chaotic. The Freemasons, Mamon, the Halke Rangers, the Bilderberg Club, and the Blood Tribe are all becoming more aggressive in their activities.”

“On top of that, smaller nations are beginning to realize their space on the island is shrinking. They’re secretly forming alliances to bolster their strength. Things are only going to get more chaotic.”

“These people have no respect,” Lin Jingzhan chuckled.

“My son hasn’t even set foot on the island, and they’re already making moves.”

Song Jinmin glanced up at Lin Jingzhan. “Do you really want him to come to a place like this? Aren’t you Huaxians always talking about family and a warm home?”

“But you have to understand,” Lin Jingzhan said, gazing toward the eastern horizon, “there’s another saying in Huaxia: destiny.”

“His destiny might be here. And no one can stop it.”