I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1043 - 961: Don’t See Me Off

Humph, trying to take me on? You're still too green!

Seeing the painter across the street fall to the ground, the red-haired chief couldn't help but chuckle, then put away the small whistle in his mouth and bent down to pick up the green compound eye that had fallen.

"Des...picable!"

Just as the red-haired chief lifted the compound eye of the Omnia Cicada to his face to start observing around, the Snake Chairman, who had nearly been electrocuted to death, squeezed out a furious curse from between his teeth, then fell off the chair with a thud.

Yet after getting away from the Crimson Heart that was his nemesis, the Snake Chairman instantly regained his full spirit and sprang up, reaching back towards the little mirror on the chair back... and as expected, caught nothing but air.

"Don't even think about it, Leon wouldn't make such a rookie mistake."

Glancing at him from the corner of his eye, the red-haired chief shook his head and said,

"The first thing he would have done upon realizing you were set up by me is to reclaim the Crimson Heart. He definitely wouldn't leave such a crucial item behind... and look across the street."

Across the street?

Surprised by his words, the Snake Chairman followed the red-haired chief's instruction and looked thirty meters across the street, only to find in utter confusion that there was actually no painter at all...

It wasn't even a street!

As the Food God fell asleep, the original illusion began rapidly disintegrating without anyone to maintain it, and there were actually no buildings or streets thirty meters away, only the deep canyon previously embedded with cannons!

This... This...

Seeing the cannons reappear that once had him flying all over, the Snake Chairman's face couldn't help but twitch furiously, and his gaze towards the red-haired chief grew increasingly more tense.

Damn it... Compared to these two vicious animals, I'm as pure as a child!

...

"Anyway, remember this: when dealing with someone who possesses the power of Illusion, your eyes are the most deceptive things... Leon hardly lies most of the time, but at critical moments he definitely won't be straightforward, and will surely pull some tricks."

Unaware of what his old friend was thinking, the red-haired chief shook his head, sighing slightly as he glanced at the hundreds of cannons embedded in the cliff face with their pitch-black muzzles,

"This is really... I don't know who he's been learning from, but he's so cunning!

Apart from those used to attract the Source Tracking Flying Mosquito, both the painter you saw and his hand stretched out to grasp the Crimson Heart were all false illusions.

If I had thought he was really across the street and rushed over to snatch the Crimson Heart to save you, I would have fallen into his trap... Fortunately, I played it safe."

Checking with the compound eye to confirm that the plan went smoothly despite "Leon City" falling asleep, the red-haired chief breathed a quiet sigh of relief in his heart.

Once Leon discovers I sneaked away, he'd surely ask Sir Taurus for his files, then go to the Virgin Division's warehouse to check for any anomalies I've taken, and prepare countermeasures. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

And to mislead him, I purposely left behind a few anomalies like the Duplicating Duo and instead brought along the Sleeping Throat Whistle and the unreported Dream-Entering Tongue Whistle.

When Leon takes the files upstairs and finds that the Duplicating Duo is still in the warehouse, naturally he won't suspect I have two identical hypnotic whistles, plus he's eager to ask me about the situation, which gives at least an eighty percent chance he'll fall for it.

Even though the Dream-Entering Tongue Whistle only puts him to sleep for a short while, I made some adjustments in advance, sending his consciousness as the Lord of Nightmares all the way into the deepest part of Dreamland, hopefully keeping him tied up a bit longer... Hmm?

Watching the Snake Chairman, who for some reason sat back in the chair with a gloomy face and closed eyes, the red-haired chief asked curiously,

"What are you doing?"

"I want to enter the dream!"

Slightly relaxing his spirit, barely connecting with the dream world, the Snake Chairman gritted his teeth with his eyes closed,

"Your whistle is just ordinary, it's not a classified anomaly item, it might just put him to sleep for a little while, no way it could hold him long-term, and this place for some reason doesn't even let me run in front of him.

So rather than wait for the Food God to wake up, only to be tossed around like a toy by him, I might as well take the opportunity to break into the dream world and have a good fight with him in there... Ouch! Why did you kick me?"

If I didn't kick you, should I watch you head straight into trouble?

Seeing his old friend preparing to voluntarily enter the dream world and fight a historical Lord of Nightmares, the red-haired chief rubbed his temples in exasperation, then said with a helpless chuckle,

"You really need to fix your thinking problem! Or at least do a bit more investigating when you're making decisions?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean stop sacrificing yourself, it's really hard to save you!"

After briefly explaining the "connection" between Leon and the dream world, and his glorious past of devouring more than half of it, the red-haired chief waved a hand at the Snake Chairman stunned into silence in his chair, advising with all exasperation,

"In any case, just run... um... best not to think about the direction, just run as far as you can, don't let him catch you.

Listen, I don't have the Slaughter Blood Hair at hand, I can't suppress Leon with absolute power, and the trick I just used against him can't be employed again, so if you get caught by him again, I really can't save you."

"..."

Wait... I'm really strong! I'm truly strong!

Seeing the red-haired chief's troubled expression, the Snake Chairman opened his mouth slightly, wanting to argue a bit, to tell his old friend who seemed to disdain him that, in a face-off, even with the Slaughter Blood Hair, you might not be able to beat me now.

It's not as if I was pinned by the Crimson Heart, or teleported around by that strange ability, or even had the opponent show up; it's not like I didn't want to involve innocents, otherwise I could directly smash the whole Lily City...

Forget it... Lost is lost, being caught without even seeing the guy is also his skill, arguing won't help.

Feeling that he'd lost more face in the last few days than in his whole life, the Snake Chairman, already feeling a bit numb, decided to give up arguing, instead drooping his head and asking gloomily,

"Olivia, what about your whistle? How much longer can it keep the Food God asleep?"

"Leon is almost back."

Feeling the dream somewhat loosening, the red-haired chief, using Omnia Cicada's compound eye to continue observing the "Leon concentration" around Lily City, raised his fist and shook it.

"Ten."

Ten minutes left?

Hearing this, the Snake Chairman couldn't help but relax and nod.

Alright, time seems quite sufficient, ten minutes should be enough for me to run out of...

"Nine."

What?!!!