Chapter 605: Meeting? Usurping! (Part 2)

*This idiot! *

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

After pulling an all-nighter and finally regaining some confidence, only to have half of it shattered by the "hot potato" sleeping at the door, and now having the scarred man openly support this "hot potato" to usurp his position as leader right in front of him, the middle-aged man's remaining confidence took another hit.

*Really... everything was moving toward my planned goal, so why has it suddenly gone so far off track? *

"Heh, Taige... Senior, you're joking..."

While the middle-aged man rubbed his temples in frustration, Li Ang, who was being pestered by the scarred man, also found it hard to keep his composure, his expression stiffening.

*You guys are rebels who have turned the capital upside down—can't you be a little more professional? How are you jumping straight to "crowning me emperor" and forcing me to usurp the position the moment we meet? *

*If I really end up usurping the position and becoming the boss, how will the Director look at me? How will Miss Yisha, who spends her days chasing rebels with secret police, look at me? How will the Princess, who is supposedly my fiancée and has been assassinated by rebels several times, look at me? *

*Can we not do this? This job really doesn't suit me! *

"Heh, I don't tell jokes."

Taking another deep breath and greedily sniffing the scent on "Xiao Bajinsi," the scarred man, who looked more like a perverted predator, grinned.

"It's amazing! This scent is truly amazing!"

"Just sitting next to you, I feel like my head is being held in the jaws of a tiger... Xiao Balusi! Tell me the truth, do you have the confidence to kill me in an instant?"

"Uh... my name is Xiao Bajinsi..."

"That's not important!"

Patting Li Ang on the shoulder, the scarred man said with burning enthusiasm:

"My nose tells me you are a true powerhouse! You are strong enough in both means and heart, and despite the smile you're giving me now, I can tell you look down on me and Nathan from the bottom of your heart!"

"Ahahaha! That's right! You smell just like Nathan did back in the day!"

"It's just a pity he's changed now. He's lost that fragrance you have and turned into a pile of stinking dog shit! Xiao Bajinsi! You must maintain this, don't become as foul-smelling as him!"

"Uh..."

*I do look down on the things you rebels do, and even more so on the leader who commands you to mess around, but can you really smell that? *

Pondering the scarred man's words and realizing they weren't entirely madness and seemed to hold some other meaning, Li Ang became vigilant.

*This madman's ability... it wouldn't be something like beastly intuition, would it? *

However, just as Li Ang was guessing the scarred man's ability and preparing to probe him, he felt the hair on his back stand up, followed by a sharp whistling wind in his right ear.

"Pop!"

Amidst a sonic boom of displaced air, the scarred man, who had been laughing at Li Ang, leaned back slightly to dodge something, and that strange object, carrying a fierce wind, embedded itself into the wall, causing a large patch of plaster to shatter.

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

Seeing the object embedded in the wall, Li Ang felt a slight itch on his shoulder, recalling another lead pellet that had been fired from three kilometers away and had shattered his shoulder blade.

"Taige!"

After stepping out from a strange rainbow-colored door, the bald woman holding a slingshot said with a face full of fury:

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

"Heh, be my guest."

"You!"

"Enough, sit down!"

Raising his hand to press down and gesture for peace, the middle-aged man was about to start the introductions when the door behind "Xiao Bajinsi" twisted and changed repeatedly, and five people—three men and two women—walked in one after another.

Watching the other members walk in, Li Ang pondered slightly, finding that these anomalous object holders were distributed quite evenly.

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

Next, the beast-like scarred man, the bald woman with the slingshot, the old woman with orange skin and crane-white hair, and the ignorant-looking little girl—the men, women, old, and young were all present. There were twelve rebel anomalous object holders in total. Besides these eight "tall, short, fat, thin, men, women, old, and young" individuals, the others known were the bandage woman whose bandage he had taken, the heart-beating man who had been caught and sent to the General Bureau, and the leader who could open doors everywhere...

*So, is there one person missing? *

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

"Everyone, since everyone is here, let's begin."

*Everyone is here? *

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Li Ang's eyebrows twitched slightly.

From an intelligence perspective, he really wanted to know what the twelfth anomalous object holder looked like to facilitate the Bureau's subsequent arrests.

But due to the lack of information, he was worried that asking "Why is someone missing?" would lead to a "Why would you not know about xxx?" response, which would expose his identity prematurely. So, he honestly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man at the head of the table, however...

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

Watching Li Ang, who had been looking at the door until he said "everyone is here" before turning around, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and asked calmly:

"You seem to think... that someone else was going to come in?"

"..."

*Damn! I just turned my head a little late, and that's enough to arouse suspicion? Do you have a persecution complex?! *

"No."

Cursing the overly vigilant rebel leader in his heart, Li Ang shook his head and said normally:

"I was just curious about your ability, Leader. Just one opening and one closing, and you can make people travel directly from such a distance. No matter how many times I see it, it feels incredibly magical."

"I see."

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

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

"..."

*Is this... starting to suspect me? *

Hearing this question, which was practically saying "I suspect you're a fake," Li Ang's heart skipped a beat.

"Leader, you aren't joking with me, are you?"

Feeling the increasingly unfriendly gazes of the rebels in the room, Li Ang frowned slightly. While desperately racking his brain for a countermeasure, he tried to stall for time:

"Yesterday, when Uncle Ouwen told me you seemed hostile toward me, I thought he was just drunk, but now it seems you really..."

"Stop, we can discuss that later."

Cutting off "Xiao Bajinsi's" stalling, the middle-aged man said word by word:

"I want to know her name, right now!"

"..."

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

Feeling the increasingly hostile gazes, Li Ang sighed. Just as he was about to give an "I don't know" answer and accept the rebels' binding package, his heart skipped a beat as he recalled what the middle-aged man had just said.

*"I thought you were hoping to see her..."*

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

Considering Xiao Bajinsi's reclusive personality, his social circle probably couldn't fill a single hand, so the person's identity could likely be locked to Uncle Fatty's family.

And last night, Uncle Fatty knew there might be danger in staying, but he said they couldn't leave—even if he and Aunt Aunt Fenni could leave, but...

"Nicole."

Adopting the excellent attitude that "regardless of whether the answer is right or wrong, the answer sheet must not be left blank," Li Ang met the middle-aged man's scrutinizing gaze and blurted out confidently:

"Her name is Nicole."

(End of chapter)