There could not be a more perfect man in the world.

Being insulted face to face, even Fujwara Aka with good cultivation could not accept such provocation.

She frowned, her tone almost congealed into frost.

"What do you mean? I'm not a fool like Airplane Head."

"Tsk, you're really a hypocritical creature."

The Man in Suit ignored Fujwara Aka's warning and opened his mouth on his own.

"Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence? As soon as Qi Yunzheng fainted, the Dark Nine Seats that had been hidden for many years was confirmed."

Fujwara Aka said coldly, "So what? Acting on behalf of Qi Yunzheng will inevitably increase exposure."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The Man in Suit shook his head in disappointment, clucking exaggeratedly.

He had thought that Fujwara Aka was the same kind of person as him, but now he had to take back such an evaluation.

He stood up and spread his arms.

"Have you ever seen his strength?"

"Just a mere title of Dark Nine Seats makes you panic. Why can't it be false information released by Dragon Country to confuse people?"

"He's so young, his strength is beyond imagination, and he's willing to endure and rank below others. Do you think it's possible?"

The Man in Suit spoke eloquently.

Like him who had high standards for himself, not wasting a moment, he had barely managed to achieve a handsome man with great strength, high IQ and cultivated temperament.

How could there be someone more perfect than him who was more handsome, stronger, younger than him, and even surpassed him in low-key profoundness?

There could not be a more perfect person than him in this world!

"You mean Dragon Country is acting?"

Fujwara Aka extracted the key points from the Man in Suit's words.

"Bingo!"

The Man in Suit snapped his fingers. Fujwara Aka was still much smarter than other people, at least she could understand.

"If Qi Yunzheng is in a coma, and Dragon Country has no SS-level espers, what do you think Dragon Country will do?"

"I was just a little suspicious at first, but the person in charge this time turned out to be not him but the Princess of the Dark Night, so I'm completely sure of my guess."

"In Dragon Country's words, they're bluffing."

Fujwara Aka lowered her head in thought.

Not choosing the SS-level esper but choosing Bai Li as the person in charge was indeed very strange.

Assuming Dragon Country was bluffing, and its competitors San Zhu were busy with themselves, then after Sakura Island got through this crisis, they might be able to replace Dragon Country as one of the five major countries.

This was a great opportunity.

Wait...

Fujwara Aka found the blind spot. She almost got led into the pit.

She gave a cold laugh: "He is the Dark Nine Seats. He can't reveal his identity. Choosing Bai Li as the person in charge is more normal."

She didn't believe the Man in Suit hadn't seen her contemptuous look.

The Man in Suit had been pretending for a long time, but was suddenly at a loss for words when asked back.

He wanted to refute, but found that it did seem to be the case?

After learning of Qi Yuan's existence, he had been looking for Qi Yuan's flaws all the time.

When the idea that Qi Yuan was a puppet pushed out by Dragon Country to bluff floated up in his mind, this idea clung to him and never went away.

No matter what he saw, he leaned towards this idea, to the point of ignoring Qi Yuan's identity.

Having successfully regained ground, Fujwara Aka was in a very good mood.

She flicked her bangs behind her ears and magnanimously let the Man in Suit off.

"Although your method of proof is stupid, the speculation is interesting enough. What do you plan to do?"

She didn't believe the Man in Suit in front of her had no plans. Otherwise, what was the point of coming to her and talking endlessly?

They were both personality performers, and praise and spotlight would make them secrete adrenaline.

The corner of the Man in Suit's mouth curled up slightly: "I told that single-celled organism that you are interested in Qi Yuan. I believe he will help us verify the result soon."

Seeing Fujwara Aka's unhappy expression, he mocked, "Haven't you always found him annoying?"

"No matter how annoying he is, he is still a fish in my pond. It's not your turn to take advantage of him."

Fujwara Aka was a little angry. Such a stupid S-class esper puppet was not easy to find.

"There's no way."

The Man in Suit shrugged: "The probing effect of dispatching A-level espers is limited. There is no better candidate than the single-celled organism."

Seeing that Fujwara Aka didn't speak again, he knew she had acquiesced.

"Let me see how long his disguise can withstand the single-celled organism's anger."

The Man in Suit raised his glass again and nodded at Fujwara Aka.

Fujwara Aka took a few steps forward and picked up the glass from the table.

"Clink—"

The sound of the glasses colliding rang out in the room.

...

On the prosperous streets, young men and women in fashionable clothes came in and out of various venues.

Shopping, dating, watching movies, etc., they gathered together joking and frolicking, very happy.

When a group passed by them, they would involuntarily stop.

While whispering to their companions, they didn't forget to take out their phones to take pictures.

"Foreigners?"

"I can actually see foreigners in my lifetime."

"It's real blonde hair, not dyed!"

This group passed through the prosperous streets, and suddenly stopped moving forward.

"Father?"

The middle-aged man wearing a Britain army uniform asked in puzzlement.

The person he called Father had typical Britain features, blonde and blue eyes, with slightly red fair skin.

Dressed as a clergyman, with a crucifix around his neck and holding a bible.

The priest was nearing middle age, and his hairline was receding like other Britain people.

Not getting a response, the middle-aged man in uniform also looked over.

Ahead, a group of people surrounded two young men.

That group of people held baseball bats and spiked clubs, led by a middle-aged man with an airplane head.

One of the two men had a few strands of red hair on his head. Those strands of red were different from ordinary dyeing, looking like burning flames.

An esper who could manifest his powerful ability externally, this red-haired man was definitely not simple.

Just as the middle-aged man was thinking this, seeing the man next to the red-haired man, he was no longer calm.

Compared to the red-haired man's striking feature, the other man seemed a little plain.

Don't get me wrong. Here, it means that all of this man's features were very average, none stood out.

Everything was maxed out, so of course it was very average.

So plain that he stole everyone's gaze with devastating handsomeness and powerful aura.

He just spoke plainly:

The middle-aged man didn't understand, but a translator came up to help them figure it out.

"What business do you have with me?"

In Qi Yuan's decade or so of life, he had never encountered little punks looking for trouble with him.

Therefore, Qi Yuan decided to not judge a person by his appearance first, and ask about the other party's intention before making a decision.

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