An answer immediately surfaced in Qin Ye’s mind. However, despite opening and closing his mouth several times, he found himself unable to speak his answer.

Hell’s Gate, Death Inquisitor… 

Assigning her to a seat on Hell’s Gate would naturally strengthen the law enforcement capacities of the new Hell. The stronger she was, the more they would be able to quell any Yin riots. Even though Su Dongxue was only at the level of a Netherworld Operative, her mimicry ability effectively elevated her to a Hunter-class existence! 

However…

Can I really appoint a strip club worker who would in her ecstasy forget to collect payment from her guests as a Death Inquisitor? Wouldn’t the Yin spirits drain Hell dry of all resources under her watch… no… where would I have to bury Hell’s reputation after her appointment…

“Are you certain?” Qin Ye asked Arthis with some measure of doubt in his heart.

“I’m certain… Or would you prefer to go back and kill your fellow Comrade Wang Chenghao? If you can’t bring yourself to do that, she’s the next best candidate right now.” Arthis continued indifferently, “Hell has just been reestablished, and all the Yin spirits in the vicinity who detect this would immediately come swarming over like a massive tide. Would you believe it if I told you that the total number of Yin spirits in the new Hell has already increased by ten to twenty thousand in your absence today? Or do you intend to head down into Hell to manage its...