I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1042 - 960: Naughty

What... even this thing can't do anything to you?

Seeing the blue compound eye blinking rapidly and feeling the flood of question marks forcefully stuffed into his brain, Chairman Serpent was momentarily bewildered.

This is the eye of the Omnia Cicada!

Although it has almost no offensive power and its body is a hundred times more fragile than a cicada's, it can analyze a small plane completely within a round of cicada chirping! It's an existence that ascended to the position of the Green King, one of the supreme Four Pillars Gods, just through pure observation!

This... this...

This thing is trying to analyze me! 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

While Chairman Serpent was still in a state of confusion, Leon, who also had a multitude of question marks stuffed into his mind, reacted first and unhesitatingly launched an attack.

There are too many chaotic anomalies, who knows what strange abilities you might encounter, so... whether you have malicious intent or not, if something feels off, take action first!

"Wait!"

Just as a gleaming part of the blade tip emerged from the inner side of Chairman Serpent's shiny front teeth and quickly slashed toward the roof of his mouth, a white finger quietly appeared and precisely pinched the tip of The Cutting Silver Dagger.

"You're really... never mind."

Seeing Leon immediately taking action when things appeared amiss, giving no quarter, the red-haired director emerging from the Parasitic Oak sighed helplessly, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"You win, you win, can't I just come out? Whatever your questions are... tsk..."

Watching as Leon suddenly sidestepped to avoid facing him directly, the red-haired director narrowed his eyes, put away the Possession Mirror coated with invisibility agent from his palm, and sighed deeply in disappointment.

At that moment, the painter who was hosting Leon's consciousness weirdly retreated at least thirty meters, clumps of yellow clay were plastered tightly to his ear canals... and that wasn't all.

Under the extremely strained expression of Chairman Serpent, a pair of sunglasses appeared on the bridge of the painter's nose, while his nostrils were stuffed with cotton wool, and most of his body was hidden in the shadow of a building, a large number of small palm-sized animals floated in front of him, leaving nothing exposed but his face.

"..."

Is it really this targeted?

Seeing Leon fully armed thirty meters away, the red-haired director clicked his tongue in annoyance, retracted his foot that was about to step on Leon's shadow, took off his waist pouch embroidered with demon patterns, and finally swatted the mosquitoes flying towards the small animals dead...

"Alright, come here."

Putting away all sorts of chaotic anomalies, the red-haired director complained in exasperation:

"You're just too well-prepared... How does Taurus manage to tell you everything?"

"..."

"Hurry over here, I came out in a rush and didn't bring many anomalous items for ambush, just these few."

"..."

"Really, I'm not lying to you."

I don't believe you!

After shaking his head at the red-haired director, Leon, trying to read lips through his sunglasses, pointed to his throat with one hand and then pointed in the director's direction.

"Tsk..."

Under Chairman Serpent's toothache-like expression, the red-haired director pursed his lips discontentedly, then spat out a pea-sized bronze whistle and mouthed at Leon thirty meters away.

"Come here, really, there's nothing left now!"

"No need."

After confirming that the whistle spat out by the red-haired director was indeed the Sleeping Throat Whistle that can put the soul to sleep through conversation, Leon finally brushed off the yellow clay from his ears, hid behind a wall made of foxes, mice, and armadillos, and spoke cautiously:

"You can just speak from there, I can hear you!"

"There really is nothing left this time!"

"Whether there is or not doesn't matter, just speak from where you are!"

"..."

I'm really sick of you guys with all your schemes...

Watching the two gesturing across a thirty meters gap, one insisting on the other coming over to talk, the other refusing to get closer, Chairman Serpent couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, then grumble:

"Can you two just start talking? I'm... eh?"

Accompanied by a strange pulsation sound, Chairman Serpent's heartbeat inexplicably paused for half a second, and then all his blood suddenly rushed uncontrollably towards his back.

Is this... the Crimson Heart?!!!

Realizing something was wrong, Chairman Serpent spun around, only to be utterly shocked to discover a grain-sized break on the back of the old chair given by Food God.

With his turning motion, the leather covering the back of the old chair was torn apart, revealing a palm-sized small mirror embedded inside, and a large crimson heart half exposed, glued tightly against the skin of Chairman Serpent's back, directly to his heart.

"We can talk now."

After waving the little animals in front of him back into the mountains, Leon pulled his right hand out of a mirror, exhaled deeply, and while aggressively drawing blood from the Crimson Heart, pointed at the pale Chairman Serpent and shouted to the red-haired director thirty meters away:

"Director! You've already lost!"

"Before coming to find you, I got the Crimson Heart from His Excellency Taurus. Now I can drain his blood anytime! Even if this can't kill him, it will completely ruin his body, stripping him of the brave bloodline of the East Carleighwen Kingdom! You..."

You've become naughty~

Glancing at the convulsing Chairman Serpent beside him, who was rolling his eyes from blood loss, the red-haired director shook his head, then looked at Leon thirty meters away, opened his mouth and raised his tongue, revealing a smug, shallow smile.

But I'm still a bit naughtier~

?!!!

Seeing the small bronze whistle the size of a soybean under the red-haired director's pink tongue, Leon's pupils instantly shrank, and he reached to tightly grasp the Crimson Heart, intending to take out Chairman Serpent first!

However, even though he had had several "conversations" with the red-haired director, at this point Leon had already been cast under the effects of several layers of the Sleeping Throat Whistle, causing his hand to go limp before he could exert any force.

And under the red-haired director's tremendous contamination value of 69, the insignificant little whistle exhibited terrifying effects. Even though Leon used Materialism to counter nearly forty percent of its strength, he still was forcefully dragged into a short slumber.

It wasn't just Leon; everything connected with him through the Soft Rice Badge, including Lily City with a total area approaching ten thousand square kilometers, followed Leon's consciousness into a peaceful dreamland.