Fusheng had been clocking in at the Female Protection Association for several days now. The staff’s enthusiasm for their work remained as high as ever, to the point where he felt his role as their leader was entirely redundant. Erdogan was incredibly capable; he didn't need any instructions and managed everything perfectly on his own.
Fusheng had essentially become the association’s mascot. The Zerg (female/non-dominant morph) indeed viewed him this way—he was simply the figurehead there to provide them with backing. It was also possible that, since the association had only just been established, there wasn't much of substance to do. Any tasks were trivial at best, mostly limited to processing the various documents required for their founding.
"Who did you run away from?" Fusheng asked, looking surprised at the somewhat disheveled Long Ji. He stretched his neck to peer curiously at a large tear in Long Ji’s jacket.
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