Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 544 - 361. A Stroke of Genius, The Death of Mr. X_2
Just now, she felt this place was eerily unsettling, but now it feels safe and reassuring.
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East Fifth District.
Little Trish finished her delicious cake and went back to her room to rest.
According to the schedule Yang Fan set for her, she takes a nap for half to one hour every morning and afternoon.
Yang Fan, meanwhile, held the phone as he sat on the sofa talking to Grace.
Another terrible monster has appeared in White Stone City, and this blonde Bai Mei, concerned about home, made a hasty call.
"Jack, according to the information I have, this monster has already wiped out three human trafficking gangs, killing at least over five hundred people."
Yang Fan responded with an "Oh."
In his mind, he thought: "The latest data is four gangs, over eight hundred gang members eliminated."
Grace sighed slightly: "This monster is really strange; the justice that the Federation cannot achieve is actually being accomplished by a monster."
The Federation’s tacit indulgence of gangs might be unknown to ordinary people, but it’s deeply felt by the police department.
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Indeed."
Grace changed the subject, "But you guys still need to be a bit careful. A monster is still a monster; who knows if it will go crazy.
"In case of danger, you and Trish should hide or leave as soon as possible."
Yang Fan nodded and said, "I know!"
Grace didn’t chat much more, "Alright, such a big event happened today, I have to get to work."
Yang Fan reminded, "Be careful!"
The policewoman made a slightly ambiguous gesture; she blew a kiss over the phone, saying: "See you tonight!"
Such actions typically happen between spouses or lovers, and for the past month or so, she has done this repeatedly over the phone.
Yang Fan isn’t a fool; he naturally understands her subtle hints.
He also knows that as long as he shows even a bit of intent, the policewoman would definitely jump into his bed.
The blonde Bai Mei is just that passionately fiery!
Yang Fan put down the phone and remotely checked on Zhang Hehua’s situation.
Just before, this woman had been greatly frightened, now she was crouching like a quail in the middle of black candles.
Without instructions, she didn’t dare put her clothes back on.
Yang Fan commanded, "Things are over, you can get dressed now."
Zhang Hehua, as if pardoned, quickly responded, "Okay."
This woman was very obedient, not rushing to get dressed, but first tidying up the candles, ointments, and stone bowls and placing them back into the wooden box.
Yang Fan glanced at the wooden box and secretly marveled: "This female Run person, just applying a layer of ’Aihao Secret Oil,’ could perceive Mr. X’s peering with an ordinary person’s sensory level; no wonder the demon monster Wanshan sees them as treasures."
These were spoils obtained from Demon Monster Wan Shan earlier.
Unfortunately, their creation is very cruel; they are supernatural tools crafted from living sacrifices.
He couldn’t break his moral boundaries to use living people to make Aihao Secret Oil, so he could only use a little at a time.
Soon.
Zhang Hehua dressed neatly and respectfully asked, "Sir, do you need me to do anything else?"
Yang Fan calmly replied, "Wait here."
Zhang Hehua really did not want to stay here, but she dared not disobey the mysterious man’s command, so she could only say, "Understood."
Yang Fan looked at Zhang Hehua, a smile on his lips: "Unexpectedly, having this woman disguise as a Knight Thief turned out to be so effective!"
"Mr. X discovered Zhang Hehua is a woman, subconsciously seemed to assume a woman is weak, completely overlooking the hidden danger within.
The more he thought about it, the more amusing he found it, the smile on his lips irrepressible: "Zhang Hehua entered Mr. X’s sight in that form, and this guy actually got aroused by it."
If not for a little trick on the Golden Mask, personally witnessing it, he wouldn’t have believed it.
He increasingly felt that the idea to bring Zhang Hehua into the game board was a masterstroke.
Yang Fan couldn’t help but have a guess: "This Mr. X who appears high and mighty, could he be a lonely guy in reality?"
The possibility is very high!
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One thousand five hundred kilometers away.
Nebra City.
Mr. X put down the monocular, with a trickle of blood running from his nose.
His Spiritual Power was even more severely drained.
But Mr. X was full of excitement.
Just now, through the scanning Secret Technique, he saw a naked figure wearing a Golden Mask walking slowly in the dark.
In his eyes, this scene seemed like an ancient ritual from movies or games come to life, instantaneously capturing his soul.
The body, untouched by a single thread, appeared so licentious.
Golden Mask upon the head, yet so mysteriously noble.
The mixture of both feelings made him think of it as an unparalleled eternal beauty.
Mr. X had only one thought in his mind— I must have her!!
This thought was so intense that he found it difficult to restrain himself.
Mr. X didn’t even bother to wipe the nosebleed, picked up the monocular again, and aimed it towards White Stone City.
He quickly said, "I have a brilliant idea; since Lady Kalaya is a Knight Thief, she must be interested in precious things.
"I can use a certain Secret Technique to lure her near the ’Satellite Mark,’ then capture her."
The so-called "Satellite Mark" is a mark condensed from the Power of the Stars.
The monocular at JICA Headquarters, as well as the monocular in his hand, both contained a Satellite Mark.
