Chapter 201: Beauty Trap (Part )
At the door of a coffee shop, a man in a black suit and black tie sat on a chair with a glass of iced American latte in front of him.

There was an ominous aura emanating from him, making his suit look like mourning clothes.

People around him deliberately quickened their pace when passing by him.

The man didn't care.

He slowly took out his cell phone from his pocket, punched in a number and made a call.

beep - beep -

The call is connected.

"Moshimoshi, is this Miss Sakura, who is wearing a pure white evening gown, an emerald necklace, and showing off her snow-white collarbone and long legs?" The man said nonchalantly while holding the phone. "Don't worry, the crows have been starved to death by us, and the lunch boxes can be delivered."

We said yes.

Shameless thing.

Just a little bit hungry.

The cold, pale man in black wearing thin-framed glasses who was lying on the table thought so.

The other end of the phone didn't say anything and just hung up.

Almost instantly.

A text message came, the content was very simple, just one sentence: The dance is over.

The man put away his phone expressionlessly, picked up the iced American latte in front of him, bit the straw and sipped it hard.

The second man with glasses grabbed his windbreaker from the chair, stood up, and walked straight to the Quartz Building across the street, shouting and cursing as he walked.

"Don't be so worried about your half cup of horse urine like a woman. Hurry up! The target will be out soon after the party!"

The first man put down his cup and followed behind with big strides.

"I'm so fucking hungry."

The half-finished iced American latte was just left there.

...

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"Blah blah blah... I was so scared that I ran away, but the next morning, the king appeared in front of me wearing the same mask, smiling and asking about my well-being, as if nothing had happened."

Feng Jian Liuli finished his story, and he still sat calmly on the rooftop, but his heart was far from calm. The former king gave him the impression of a sinister politician, and when this politician could not be killed, even the bravest warriors would be afraid.

Ruri Kazama admits that he is a madman and he is not afraid of death, but he is also a human being and as a human being he will be afraid of unknown things.

The king general is that unknown thing. Fengjian Liuli can no longer be sure whether the king general is a human or a ghost from hell.

But the person behind him was different. Zhuojun was really nonchalant and even thought the story was boring and yawned loudly.

With a yawn, the slightly gloomy atmosphere dissipated a lot.

Fengjian Liuli smiled knowingly.

Neither angry nor surprised.

From the first time he met Zhuojun, he felt that this man was very special.

He was wearing women's clothes at that time. Fengjian Liuli knew how stunning her makeup was. No one, whether man or woman, could refuse her.

Zhuojun is obviously not among them.

He was indeed amazed, but his first reaction was to keep his distance, as if he were some kind of monster. Later, he took the initiative to greet her at the party.

Zhuojun's reaction was dull.

But the voice is very nice, a unique male voice, but it is very lazy, as if a panda in the zoo who has eaten its fill and is basking in the sun yawns in front of you and looks at you with listless eyes, as if saying something like 'When will this damn activity end? If you don't sleep, you'll die'.

It's very lazy, and people who hear the music will involuntarily soften, slow down the pace and lie on the table.

Then there was that time at the park.

Before that, he didn't have the name 'Feng Jian Liuli', but when he distributed this name for the first time, Zhuo Jun actually knew that he would take this name.

Then came the last assassination attempt on General Wang... unfortunately, Zhuo Jun’s words came true again.

Thinking of this, Feng Jian Liuli's inner tension gradually relaxed. She slowly picked a leaf from an orchid plant and put it in her mouth. While biting it, she asked softly, "If Zhuojun has any ideas, please tell me. I will be happy to help."

"what?"

……

Zhuoke had no idea what Fengjian Liuli thought of him.

The reason why he could remain so calm was because he knew what would happen next and he knew exactly what the situation was with General Wang.

He had thought that this assassination would be a thrilling battle, and he wanted to watch it closely. But the process seemed too smooth, and there was no fun at all. When Feng Jianli described his murder experience vividly, he was so bored that he almost fell asleep.

So when he was suddenly asked for advice, his brain was obviously a beat slower and his voice came out first.

"You're asking me?!" Utsunomiya Zhuo pointed at himself with his mouth open.

You are a mixed-race with an IQ that's off the charts, and you're asking for advice from me, a guy who's about to fail his high school courses?
You are not sick.

"Please speak." Fengjian Liuli smiled.

Utsunomiya Zhuo smacked his lips, carefully savoring what Kazama Ruri said. After making sure that he was not teasing him, he began to think with his chin pinched.

We need a solution.

He fucking does.

First, let’s mention the known conditions.

First, Herzog is a cowardly old scoundrel who will never show up unless the fruit is ripe. So if you want to find him, there is no hope unless you use the scales directly.

Second, Herzog's plan was most likely just a move tacitly agreed upon by the Dragon Kings. This move had to be made, otherwise it would go against everyone's goals and become the target of public criticism.

Thirdly, Herzog's Shadow Dancer has superb combat power. He can stop a Ferrari supercar with his bare hands, and he can be shot by several bullets as if nothing happened. He can run and jump as needed. Except for not being able to use the Word Spirit, his physical strength is even stronger than that of the 'Emperor'.

Fourth, both the black and white worlds are under Herzog's control. This control is absolute. Even if you go to someone, such as Gen Chisheng or Kassel Academy to inform on someone, no one will believe you. Why would others believe you? Who are you? Even Kazama Ruri can't help this, as his credit rating is not even as good as Utsunomiya Shuo.

Fifth, you can’t push the old man too far, otherwise it will be easy to end up in a situation where both sides are destroyed.

"Then let me tell you something," Utsunomiya Shuo restrained his jealous expression and sat up from the hanging chair.

After a pause, he added, "Let me make it clear first, this matter has nothing to do with me from beginning to end. It was all thought up and done by you, Fengjian Liuli, alone. I was just a bystander."

"Of course."

Fengjian Liuli responded immediately, pulled her legs back, turned around and sat cross-legged facing Zhuo.

Utsunomiya Shuo licked his lips. His next plan might be a bit harmful and would require some mental preparation.

"The Beauty Trap."

(End of this chapter)