Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 87 You’re too Arrogant!

Watching Pei Yan, who sat in front of him, with his head down and silent for a while, the middle-aged man changed his position and lay down, his thigh passing through Pei Yan’s ethereal body. He yawned and asked, "Why aren’t you talking?"

"Talk about what? After talking, you’ll turn me into an idiot! Forget it, I’ll just sit here quietly and wait until I naturally drift somewhere else." Pei Yan said, looking down at the middle-aged man’s thigh passing through his body, feeling awkward about it. He jumped off the soft couch and sat nearby.

The middle-aged man turned his body to look at Pei Yan in front of the soft couch and said calmly, "As long as you don’t use that annoying tone and way of speaking, I won’t do anything to you. After all, you’re still useful to me. If I really made you stupid, it would be quite troublesome to deal with."

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Pei Yan looked at the middle-aged man and asked suspiciously.

The middle-aged man’s eyes were clear, and he spoke sincerely, "If I say I want you to help me maintain this world, would you believe me?"

Pei Yan smacked his lips, wanted to say something but refrained, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"As a villain, saying such things makes it difficult for you to believe, right?"

"I believe!" Pei Yan muttered softly like a mosquito with his head down, then suddenly lifted his head and looked at the middle-aged man, "Do you smoke?"

"No, I used to, but I quit over ten years ago!" The middle-aged man, who was ready with a long speech, was stunned by Pei Yan’s baffling question, but he answered truthfully.

Staring at the middle-aged man’s facial changes, Pei Yan continued, "Do you chew betel nut?"

"Hahahahahahaha!" The middle-aged man was stunned again, then burst into laughter, slapping the soft couch beneath him that rang like drums. He laughed until his shirt slipped, revealing a strong upper body, laughed until tears seeped from the corners of his eyes, and finally sat up straight and wiped his face, "I was talking about old friends, not just him. How did you connect us together?"

He raised his arm, and Shitang Longsi behind him moved in to help the master put on his robe again, then stepped back. It was the first time today he saw the master behave so out of character.

"Guessing. Ever since I saw your white teeth, I don’t know why I thought of that guy with dark teeth who smoked, cursed, and chewed betel nut. So, have you become the boss of Shen Yu now?" As the middle-aged man’s clothes slipped off, Pei Yan saw his upper body clearly. From the shoulder, his left arm had been evenly chopped off, a Cyan Dragon tattoo wound around his back to the chest, where a shocking long scar faintly appeared under the tattoo.

The middle-aged man felt Pei Yan’s gaze on him, pressed his empty left sleeve, and sighed, "I am not the boss of Shen Yu. Shen Yu is a large organization, and I am just one of the main persons in charge of the Asia-Pacific region."

"Oh!" Pei Yan nodded thoughtfully, looked up at the beautiful starry sky, and said nothing more.

After a long time, the middle-aged man, also lost in memories and accompanying Pei Yan in watching the starry sky for a while, turned to ask, "Do you have anything else to ask?"

"Nothing more! If I keep asking, I’m afraid I can’t control my curiosity."

"Don’t you want to know our purpose?"

"You’ve said it, world peace! I believe! It’s just that tonight I’ve heard too many stories, learned too many secrets, I’m tired, and don’t want to hear anymore! If we have a chance to meet again next time, I’ll listen to your stories properly." Finished with a face full of fatigue, Pei Yan asked the middle-aged man, "When can I go back, or are you going to keep me here?"

"Since you don’t want to chat anymore, I’ll send you back! There are some memories in your mind that I want to know. The next process might be painful for you, but don’t hate me. I’m very much looking forward to our next meeting when I can have a good talk with you about my stories." The middle-aged man said this with an apologetic tone and suddenly reached out to grab Pei Yan’s crown.

"Quick! Quickly occupy Pei Yan’s energy body, cut off his connection with his consciousness!" Director Mei shouted the order at the first moment.

"Ugh aahhhh!" Boundless pain surged into Pei Yan’s brain, he felt the middle-aged man like a robber forcibly kicking open the door of his consciousness, wantonly perusing the memories in his mind, everything in his life exposed to his sight, at his whim.

"Not this, nor this! So where did you get the source fragment?" The middle-aged man stood in Pei Yan’s consciousness, quickly searching for the answer he wanted like watching a slideshow.

At that moment, a deluge of psychic will from all directions pressed on this uninvited guest, and a loud shout suddenly exploded in his mind, "Mu Haoran!" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Shouting so loudly for what, Gu Shenghui, after such a long time, why haven’t you learned, still so impulsive. Oh right, I’m now called Mu Fanchen, don’t get it wrong next time." The middle-aged man, calling himself Mu Fanchen, swung his left sleeve without wind, and a blue light screen appeared in front of him, blocking out all the surging psychic will.

Dong Shigang, hasty and sharp-tongued from a military background, couldn’t help but sarcastically comment, "You’ve changed your name! Is it because you’re ashamed to use the old name to meet people?"

"Why say so, Elder Zuo also wasn’t originally called Zuo Huaxian, didn’t he change his name too!" Mu Fanchen still focused on Pei Yan’s memory in front of him, his peripheral vision scanning the psychic will formed by various internal sources outside the light screen. "Besides, I never thought there was anything shameful in what I’ve done, although I feel regretful for my colleagues who died by my hands, I’ve never felt remorse for my actions."

Provoked by the words of a former junior and traitor, Zuo Huaxian shouted angrily, "Whether Mu Haoran or Mu Fanchen! I’m here today, you can’t do anything to this child!" With these words, the colorful internal source grew immensely, transformed into countless blades, and fiercely stabbed towards the defensive circle Mu Fanchen had established.

"Elder Zuo, isn’t it good to collect a salary at home and see your children! You’ve grown old! The moment you lost your ambition for power, you were no longer the awe-inspiring Zuo Huaxian from years ago, now you’re mere a dog indulging in past glory at home."

"You’re too arrogant!" Elder Lin’s shout reached, milky white light source surged and wrapped around Zuo Huaxian’s colorful blades, under forceful stabs Mu Fanchen’s light screen started to appear cracks clearly visible.

"Arrogance? Arrogance has never been me, but you!" Hearing Elder Lin’s words, Mu Fanchen finally stopped his actions, looking squarely outside the circle, speaking calmly, "You dare keep this child before me so long, simply because you believe with your power you can rescue him under any circumstances. Even being thousands of miles apart, still having such confidence, being underestimated really hurt me a bit."

He then slowly raised his right hand, lightly tapped on the light screen, revealing a genuine smile at everyone’s consciousness outside the light screen, "So let it be a little lesson I leave for you. Goodbye, old friends."

Then Mu Fanchen gently bent his finger and snapped, a tiny light ball flowed into the light screen from his fingertip, immediately the entire screen exploded outward, and a powerful mental shockwave swept away all the internal source consciousness in front.

Preparing to resume the screening work, Mu Fanchen looked at the black consciousness, collapsed like mud but wobblingly standing back up, and chuckled.

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