Chapter 605

This idiot!

Looking at the scarred man who had started spouting nonsense before he had even sat down, the middle-aged man only felt a throbbing pain in both his temples.

He had stayed up all night, and the confidence he had finally managed to brew back up had been cut in half by a certain "hot potato" sleeping at the door. Now, the scarred man was openly supporting this "hot potato" to take over as the new leader right in front of him, the leader. The middle-aged man's remaining half of confidence was instantly halved again.

Really... everything was originally moving toward the goal of his plan, so why had it suddenly started going so wrong?

"Heh heh, Taige... senior, you are joking..."

While the middle-aged man was rubbing his temples in pain, Leon, who was being pestered by the scarred man, also couldn't hold it together, and the expression on his face stiffened.

You are rebels who have made the capital restless, can't you be a little more reliable? Why is it that as soon as we meet, you want to "bestow the yellow robe" and force me to take the top spot?

If I really end up becoming the boss while undercover, how will the Director look at me when I go back? How will Yisha, who leads the secret police every day to chase rebels, look at me? How will the Princess, who claims to be my fiancée and has been assassinated by the rebels several times, look at me?

Don't do this, okay? This job really doesn't suit me!

"Heh heh, I don't tell jokes."

Taking another deep breath and sniffing the scent on "Xiao Jinmao" almost greedily, the scarred man, who looked like a perverted maniac, grinned:

"Awesome! This smell is truly awesome!"

"Just sitting next to you, I have the feeling of being held in a tiger's mouth... Little Balusi! Tell me the truth, do you have the certainty to kill me in an instant?"

"Uh... my name is Xiao Jinmao..."

"That's not important!"

Reaching out to pat Leon on the shoulder, the scarred man said with great eagerness:

"My nose tells me that you are a true powerhouse! You are strong enough in both methods and heart, and don't look at how you're smiling at me now; you actually look down on me from the bottom of your heart, and you look down on Neisen too!

Ahahaha! That's right, your scent is exactly the same as Neisen's back in the day!

It's just a pity that he has changed his scent now; he lost the fragrance you have and turned into a piece of stinking dog shit! Xiao Jinmao! You must maintain this and don't become as foul-smelling as him!"

"Uh..."

I do look down on what you rebels do, and I look down even more on that leader who directs you to mess around, but can this kind of thing be smelled out too?

Pondering the scarred man's words and discovering that they didn't seem to be entirely nonsense, and that there seemed to be some other meaning vaguely, Leon's heart instantly became alert.

This madman's ability... could it be something like beast intuition?

However, just as Leon was guessing about the scarred man's question and preparing to open his mouth to probe the other party's ability, he felt the hair on his back stand up slightly, and then his right ear caught the sound of sharp wind.

"Pop!"

Amidst a sonic boom as the air was displaced, the scarred man, who was laughing at Leon, leaned back slightly, letting something aimed at his mouth pass by. That strange object, carrying a powerful force, embedded itself into the wall with a 'plop,' causing a large patch of wall plaster to burst open.

This is... a lead pellet for a slingshot?

After seeing clearly what was embedded in the wall, Leon felt a slight itch on his shoulder, remembering another lead pellet that had been fired from three kilometers away and had still shattered his shoulder blade.

"Taige!"

After walking out of a small door painted in rainbow colors with a hunched back, the bald woman holding a slingshot said with a face full of rage:

"If I hear you say that about Lord Neisen again, the next pellet will definitely be aimed at your temple!"

"Heh heh, do as you please."

"You!"

"Forget it, sit down first!"

Raising his hand to press down and making a gesture to settle the matter, he had just wanted to start the introductions when he saw the door behind "Xiao Jinmao" twist and change continuously, and five people—three men and two women—pushed the door open one after another and walked in.

Turning his head to look at the other members walking in, Leon couldn't help but ponder slightly, discovering that these anomalous object holders among the rebels were actually distributed quite evenly.

The tall, scarred-faced Director of the Secret Investigation Bureau, the short man from the Laien Manor who could steal bodies, the pot-bellied middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy merchant, and the thin young man—they were all there, tall, short, fat, and thin.

Next, the beast-like scarred man, the bald woman who played with a slingshot, the old woman with orange skin and crane-white hair, and the little girl with ignorant eyes—this time, men, women, old, and young were all present. There were a total of twelve anomalous object holders among the rebels. Besides these eight people—"tall, short, fat, thin, men, women, old, young"—the known ones included the Bandage Woman whose bandages he had taken, the Heartbeat Man who had been caught and sent to the General Bureau, and that leader who could open doors everywhere...

So, is there one person left who hasn't arrived?

But strangely, just as Leon was looking at the main door, preparing to see who the twelfth rebel was, he heard the middle-aged man at the head of the table clap his hands and announce:

"Everyone, since everyone has arrived, let's begin."

Everyone has arrived?

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Leon's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Although from a character perspective, he really wanted to know what this last anomalous object holder looked like, to facilitate the Bureau's subsequent capture of these people.

But because of the lack of intelligence, and worrying that if he asked "Why is one missing?" he would get the result of "Why don't you know how xxx is doing?" and thus expose his identity prematurely, Leon honestly turned around and looked up at the middle-aged man at the head of the table. However...

"Xiao Jinmao, can you answer me a question?"

Looking at Leon, who had been looking at the door until he said "everyone has arrived" and only then turned around, the middle-aged man's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, and he asked with a calm expression:

"You seem to think... that someone else is coming in?"

"..."

Damn! I just turned my head a little late, and I'm already being suspected? You bastard, don't you have persecutory delusion?

"No."

After cursing the overly vigilant rebel leader in his heart, Leon shook his head and said with a normal expression:

"I'm just a bit curious about your ability, leader. Just by opening and closing it, you can make people pass through directly from such a long distance. No matter how many times I see it, I feel it's particularly amazing."

"Is that so."

Hearing "Xiao Jinmao's" answer, the middle-aged man nodded noncommittally, then stared at him and continued to ask:

"I thought you wanted to see her... By the way, it's been a long time since she came to attend a meeting, and I've almost forgotten what her name is. Could you please remind me?"

"..."

This is... starting to suspect me?

Hearing this question, which was equivalent to saying directly "I suspect you are a fake," Leon's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"My lord leader, you aren't joking with me, are you?"

Feeling the gradually changing gazes of the rebels in the room, Leon frowned slightly, then, while desperately racking his brain for a countermeasure, he tried to drag things out by talking nonsense:

"When Uncle Ouwen told me yesterday that you seemed to have hostility toward me, I thought he was just drunk, but now it seems you really..."

"Stop, we can discuss those things later."

After interrupting "Xiao Jinmao's" stalling, the middle-aged man said word by word:

"I want to know now, what is her name!"

"..."

How the hell would I know what that person is called?

Feeling the gazes cast upon him becoming increasingly unfriendly, Leon couldn't help but sigh. Just as he was about to give an answer of "I don't know" and then enjoy the "binding package" from the rebels, his heart suddenly stirred, and he remembered what the middle-aged man had just said.

'I thought you wanted to see her...'

So this last anomalous object holder is an acquaintance of mine... or rather, of Xiao Jinmao?

Considering that Xiao Jinmao had a solitary personality and his social circle probably couldn't even fill the palm of a hand, the identity of this person could most likely be locked down to the fat uncle's family.

And last night, the fat uncle knew that staying behind might be dangerous, but he said they couldn't leave, even if he and Aunt Fenni could leave, but...

"Nicole."

Holding the excellent attitude that regardless of whether the answer was correct or not, the answer sheet definitely couldn't be left blank, Leon looked up to meet the middle-aged man's scrutinizing gaze and bluffed with a straight face:

"Her name is Nicole."

(End of chapter)