Chapter 209

Leon Laien?!

Recognizing his true identity through the toad pendant that had flashed and extinguished on Leon's chest, middle-aged Qiaoshuya's brain felt as if it had been struck by a broken gong; his entire eardrum was buzzing, and he even heard the *swish* of his angry blood rushing wildly into his ear vessels.

What the hell Little Bakins; this guy who had completely destroyed his years of hard work was a cleaner from the Bureau of Cleanup in disguise! And he was the very Leon Laien who had opposed him several times and would even personally end the kingdom in the future!

I won't spare him! I absolutely won't spare him!!!

"Ahhh! I'll kill you!!!"

Hmm? The hatred was actually drawn!

Watching the middle-aged man, whose eyes had instantly turned blood-red, climb onto the long table using both hands and feet and roar as he lunged toward him, Leon, who had successfully "kept the person," couldn't help but feel joy in his eyes.

Looking at the description of 【Gate of the Other Side】 and the pile of "cannot be captured," he had already held no hope of catching the middle-aged version of Qiaoshuya.

It was just that seeing him about to run and unable to wait for Senior Auntie Ai Ma's support, he had held the mentality of "maybe a blind cat can find a dead mouse" and used the black goat's horns to maximize Qiaoshuya's rage.

As it turned out, he didn't know if it was because he wasn't prepared to kill him, or if Qiaoshuya could no longer perceive danger once his brain was filled with anger, but the crisis-teleportation ability of 【Gate of the Other Side】 actually didn't activate, instead letting Qiaoshuya lunge at him empty-handed.

Perfect! The fighting I learned two days ago!

Watching Qiaoshuya, who had lunged over after losing his head and was full of openings, Leon, delighted to see such a target, hurriedly released his right hand from the goat's horns, raised his leg to step on the long table, held his breath, set his stance, and swung his arm around...

He raised his hand and delivered a crisp, clean slap!

"Smack!"

Accompanied by a huge slapping sound that echoed through the conference room, middle-aged Qiaoshuya's left cheek and Leon's right hand had an intimate contact at near-zero distance. His body, which had been flying over like an arrow, flew horizontally at the speed of an arrow leaving the string, spinning as it crashed into and shattered the chair to Leon's left.

And before his body even hit the ground, Qiaoshuya, having taken a heavy slap to his left jaw and suffering a concussion, rolled his eyes while still in mid-air. His consciousness and half his teeth left his body almost simultaneously, and he fainted on the spot before he could even let out a groan.

That'll teach you to shoot me in the back!

Feeling the unusually familiar texture of his brother-in-law's cheek, Leon, who had finally delivered this slap, felt as if he had personally placed the final piece of a puzzle. He felt a tingling sensation arching from his spine straight into his crown, and his whole body felt an inexplicable sense of comfort.

Hmm... it's just that I forgot to use the fighting I just learned.

After studying fighting diligently with the female police officer for two days, Leon really wanted to put it into practice, but when Qiaoshuya's face entered his attack range, he didn't know what happened; his right hand seemed to have a mind of its own, instinctively whipping out with a *smack*.

It was probably because of those few times he had slapped him before, forming some kind of strange muscle memory, causing his right hand to move faster than his brain... what a pity.

Although he hadn't been able to display his newly learned skills, which was a slight imperfection, Leon still revealed a satisfied smile as he looked at Qiaoshuya, whose cheek was swelling rapidly amidst the pile of broken wood.

You really have to say, after adding the slap print he had drawn himself, the two Qiaoshuyas were finally the same... hmm... the state in which his face looked most comfortable was still when it was swollen from being slapped.

"This... what on earth is going on?"

Watching Qiaoshuya, who a second ago was preparing to escape and the next second was roaring as he lunged over, only to be slapped down, the group of rebels in the room had been completely bewildered by this series of rapid reversals.

"Nothing much, it just didn't meet the activation conditions for the ability."

Reaching out to cover his collar and hide the 【Holy Spirit Pendant】, Leon moved his feet slightly to kick the crushed nail gun in Qiaoshuya's hand under the table, explaining with a normal expression:

"Just now, Nathan... hmm... I'll still call him that! Just now he explained himself that as long as any danger descended, he would be teleported away immediately.

But I wasn't prepared to hurt him, just gave him a light slap, so that anomalous object of his used for life-saving probably didn't consider that he had encountered real danger, so it didn't teleport him away."

After briefly explaining why Qiaoshuya hadn't run away and putting the goat's horns that had provoked Qiaoshuya's inner anger back into the mirror, Leon, still not seeing Senior Auntie Ai Ma appear, had to tap the small mirror to urge her while changing the subject to avoid attention on the flaw he had just revealed:

"Everyone, although Nathan's identity is problematic and he had selfish motives in his command of us in the past, I still feel that the intelligence he just provided regarding the sniffers from the Kingdom of Krolok is worth our attention. What do you think?"

We... how would we know about this?

Hearing "Little Bakins'" question and remembering the terrifyingly strong Kingdom of Krolok, the group of rebels couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing whether they should speak.

If nothing else, compared to the old leader "Nathan," the new leader Little Bakins was clearly more... hmm... he was probably Little Bakins, right? But based on the "sensible" words he said, whether he was Little Bakins or not was no longer important.

They had all worked hard for so many years, clearly doing quite a few things, but upon closer inspection, it seemed they hadn't accomplished anything, always working in a muddled state. In recent years, they couldn't even tell if what they were doing was right or wrong.

But today, just sitting on the stool and listening to "Little Bakins" talk for over ten minutes felt like a street lamp suddenly lighting up while walking on a dark road, or like the door to a dark room being pulled open with force. Their hearts suddenly felt bright, and they finally knew in which direction to step. This feeling should be called...

Reliable!

Right! Following him is reliable!

Seeing nearly the same meaning in each other's eyes, the expressions of the group of rebels finally relaxed.

Although they didn't know other things, this new leader was clearly far more reliable than the last one, and his brain was clearly much smarter than the last one's too.

And their own brains weren't even as good as Nathan's; compared to "Little Bakins," they were probably far behind. They were completely ignorant about what Krolok or what sniffers were. There was no need to express opinions on such key issues; just following a smart person was enough!

"I'll listen to you!"

The short man whose ability was to temporarily seize control of the body was the first to speak:

"Little Ba... Leader! I don't understand the affairs of the Kingdom of Krolok, but I think what you said is definitely correct! I'll listen to you!"

"Right!"

After the short man spoke, seemingly encouraged by something, one voice of agreement after another rang out.

The thin man stood up and said:

"I think so too! Although raiding the landing tower is dangerous and might anger the Kingdom of Krolok, I trust you! Leader, you must have a way!"

The old lady holding the sleeping little girl nodded slightly.

"I follow the leader's decision!"

The burn-scarred man's nostrils flared slightly.

"Doesn't matter, I can smell that you're reliable!"

"..."

Watching the "great situation" of four votes in favor before him, and listening to the "Leader" ringing out one after another in his ears, the smile on Leon's face couldn't help but stiffen...

Don't do this! He hoped they would discuss whether to raid the landing tower, while stalling for time so Senior Auntie Ai Ma could come and round everyone up. When did he say he wanted to be the leader of their rebel faction?

Besides, not to mention that he was preparing to catch them all, in terms of true identity, he was currently the Lionheart Duke among the old nobility! A prince of the Travel Thrush royal family! He occupied both the nobility and the royal family!

Even if you counted from the Laien family side, he had hundreds of factories of various sizes under his name, and the largest arms company in the entire kingdom! If they chose him as the rebel leader, how was that any different from choosing a Jew as the German Führer?

"This... let's talk about the landing tower first."

Unable to explain his true identity and terrified of truly over-fulfilling the red-haired Director's "expectations"—becoming the leader of the rebels after only one day and eight hours of undercover work—Leon had to say awkwardly:

"Everyone, I am still so young and haven't been exposed to many practical affairs. If you really want me to be the leader, that certainly won't work.

So let's discuss the landing tower first. I haven't done this much in the past. If I were to preside over the raid on the landing tower, I wouldn't even know where to start... hmm... do you have any suggestions?"

"Leader, you are being modest."

Watching "Little Bakins," who wasn't as aggressive as before and didn't rashly take the leader position but instead handed over part of the power of speech, the pot-bellied middle-aged man revealed a satisfied look in his eyes, stood up, and said with a smile:

"Age is not a problem, and lack of experience can be made up for slowly, but long-term vision is innate!

Leader! Don't decline; only you are suitable for this position. Also, in the future, if you need support in terms of experience, I, Oliver, will definitely answer everything!"

"I... I have no opinion either..."

No one cared about discussing the landing tower anymore. Among the remaining seven rebels, the bald woman, as the only "former leader faction" member, touched her head and sighed:

"Although Nathan saved me, but... but his true identity is actually a prince, and he has always been using us as tools. I can no longer trust him.

Little Bakins... no! Leader! As long as you can lead us to keep moving forward, I will recognize you as this leader forever!"

"Hoo..."

Seemingly to match the scene, little Phoebe, who was sleeping soundly, twitched slightly and revealed a sweet, cute smile in her sleep.

"So... so... so sweet!"

"Zzz..."

【After some painstaking planning, you have completely destroyed the rebel members' trust in their original leader and obtained the unanimous recognition of the seven remaining core members. You have obtained the Silver-level hidden badge "Usurper."】