I am a hero of the former civilization.

“Someone went to see Möbius just now, and that woman gave them a bunch of sarcastic remarks and kicked them out of the lab.” May held her phone and glanced at Möbius next to her, who was frowning at her as if she had ruined his illustrious image.

"You're looking for my fusion surgery record, right?"

"Yes, perhaps we'd like to learn more about your abilities."

“That’s normal. Just have Mebius write one for them on the spot, highlighting the lightning effect. As for the video recording and such, you can figure that out.”

Mei frowned immediately. Forging evidence was not difficult for her. The data center of the Fire Moth had become her backyard, with firewalls as thick as sieves.

“Lane, don’t rush things. If the Firemoth collapses, the world will become like the neon world, a collection of independent kingdoms.”

She spoke with great earnestness, saying that there were very few people in the world she couldn't control, and Ryan was certainly one of them.

To put it bluntly, Ryan was really going to go crazy, and she was powerless to stop him.

Ryan laughed, clearly pleased: "I'm about to flip the table, disregarding the bigger picture. You're not talking to me from the ground anymore; you should be in the Chief of Staff's office, racking your brains to clean up this mess."

These words seemed abrupt, but Mei glanced at Sakura by the door. Sakura was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, seemingly resting, but her knife was never far from her hand. Mei then looked at Möbius, who was playing with the hair behind his ear, as if he was waiting for something.

If the two of them start fighting, how can I ask Kevin to stop them? And how can Kevin stop them?

"I see. I should thank you on behalf of the commander for sparing my life."

"He should thank himself. Fighting his way from underground to the surface will kill many, many people. They are all talented individuals who shouldn't have died at the hands of their own kind." Ryan's voice was calm, almost inhuman.

"If I remember correctly, the intelligence department is directly under the command of the chief of staff. Try to find out who Lieutenant Whiteman has been in contact with."

"That's no problem. So what are the plans for the Japanese side? We probably won't be able to get the evidence. At most, we can make them reveal some flaws in their panic."

“That’s enough, May.” Ryan suddenly interrupted her, putting his legs up on the table and leaning back slightly.

"When did you get the misconception that I would follow the rules?"

Chapter 204 There's a Master Near That Wooden Stake

For the next few days, everything was as usual. Ryan seemed to be back on vacation, not bothering to investigate anything, and didn't even visit the Far East branch.

He spends his days watching TV at home, occasionally going out for lunch, and then taking Hua shopping.

It's all too normal, unbelievably normal, because those lives were taken as a warning. Now, even those on surveillance don't dare get too close, for who knows if there's anything unusual out of sight.

Logically speaking, would Dr. Lane, who stirs up bloodshed everywhere, really be content to go on vacation? Are you kidding me!

“But I really am just enjoying a proper vacation, and there’s no secret passage in this house.” Ryan yawned as he stood on the balcony drinking coffee, feeling the surveillance cameras coming from a great distance.

They've become more cautious and more nervous. I'd like to see how long they can hold out.

You can't guard against a thief for a thousand days if you're a thief for a thousand days. Ryan's normalcy is enough to drive some people crazy. They only know that he has ill intentions, but they don't know what he wants to do. They feel that there is danger everywhere.

But I've had a really pleasant couple of days.

Ryan squinted. The snow outside had stopped, the temperature was rising, and a light drizzle was falling. It was midsummer, but it felt like early spring.

He had been staying at Hua's house these days, and thinking back, the days were quite ordinary, with not many exciting things happening. In short, they were just average.

"Luckily I don't have a superior. If I wanted, I could slack off until the end of the world."

During the day, he would watch TV at home and occasionally go out for a stroll. At first, he was annoyed because he kept running into Coleman, but later he realized that this guy was a real pervert.

Every time I run into him, it's either in front of a love hotel or outside a brothel; his dark circles under his eyes don't seem like he's lying.

This bastard, could he become the first fusion warrior to die from exhaustion? Should we tie him up and take him to the Mebius Lab, and have Velvey make a fully automatic juicer to analyze the data properly?

Click.

As he was thinking, the door was pushed open. Ryan withdrew his evil thoughts, turned around, and saw Hua, dressed in military uniform, placing his umbrella at the door and complaining as he changed his shoes.

"It's raining! This weather is so unpredictable, you can't tell the seasons from spring, summer, autumn, or winter."

She took off her ankle boots, leaned against the wall with one hand, and shoved her small feet, which were covered in gray stockings, into her woolen slippers. She then took off her coat and hung it behind the door, revealing a thin white shirt.

"I brought you some pan-fried buns from Shinjuku. Try them later."

“I’ve told you so many times, I make enough food, why waste money?” Ryan walked over, took the bag, and began to lecture again.

"You also said that everything is about trying, and I always want to share what I know with you."

Ryan paused for a moment, then gently tapped her head: "You're sharp-tongued, don't talk back."

He went back inside, put the pan-fried buns into the steamer, and then put the chopped vegetables into the pot to stir-fry.

"Isn't Carol coming for dinner today?"

"That girl is shameless. She knows you cook well and comes every day, but I turned her down today."

While Ryan was cooking, Hua stuffed the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

"Don't be so stingy, it's just an extra pair of chopsticks."

"Hmph, who told her to talk nonsense?"

"What did she say?"

Hua fell silent, her cheeks slightly flushed. That brat not only borrowed her car, but also dared to flirt with her, saying things like "I won't disturb your time together" and "Try your best to have a baby next year"—all that nonsense.

Pah! I clearly saw that my senior brother was working too hard, and you talk too much, making it impossible for me to get a word in edgewise. I don't want you to come.

"They didn't say anything, they were just embarrassed."

Will she feel embarrassed?

Ryan recalled the hot girl wearing hot pants on such a cold day. Carol was very lively, which helped to get Hua involved, so he felt at ease.

"In any case, we should treat our friends with sincerity and communicate promptly when conflicts arise."

"I know, I know, I'm not a child anymore." Hua muttered as she walked over, and when she saw the dishes on the table, she took a deep breath: "Fish-flavored shredded pork, winter bamboo shoots with sliced ​​pork, we're having Chinese cuisine today."

"Then go wash your hands quickly."

Before long, the two gathered at the dining table to eat, chatting intermittently, mostly about Hua's daily work.

After dinner, Ryan went to watch TV, listening to the sound of running water from the sink, and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

He lived a typical, laid-back life every day, while that group of people were trying to influence him with all sorts of ideas, as if he were racking his brains every day to find a flaw in his strategy.

No way! I'm just a lazy bum who doesn't care about anything in the world, and I'm thinking about something else entirely.

"Hua, I've suddenly realized something."

"what?"

"You haven't been calling me 'senior brother' much lately, and you don't seem to like listening to my lectures anymore. Why is that?"

The girl who was washing dishes was startled, and a look of fear appeared in her eyes.

Oh no, my senior brother found out! It was Carol who told me to deliberately downplay the relationship between my senior brother and sister. How could I be so stupid? My senior brother is such a smart person, how could I possibly hide it from him?

Hua started to have wild thoughts and didn't know how to answer. She recalled the rehearsal scene during the day. According to Carol, she was no match for Miss Alicia. Rushing in headfirst would only lead to her death.

She looked down and her gaze easily fell on her toes, which immediately made her even more deflated.

"I...this..."

“It’s my fault. After everything we’ve been through, you’re not a child anymore.” Ryan suddenly sighed and said to the boring TV screen without turning his head, “After all, I’ve known you the longest, and some things are deeply rooted in my heart. It’s really hard to change them.”

“But you have become an excellent warrior, and I should not treat you with my old habits, so from now on, please call me by my name.”

Hua shuddered. This was not what she had imagined, but upon closer inspection...

Wait, I think I made a profit?

"Senior brother."

"what?"

Ryan turned around and saw Hua take a deep breath and, trembling with courage and utmost seriousness, utter two words.

"Ryan."

He raised an eyebrow, his expression unconsciously softening: "Mm."

The sound of a girl humming came from the bathroom, seeping into Ryan's ears through the door, making him stop typing and listen to the cheerful song.

Hua seems unusually happy today.

He smiled unintentionally and started typing again. These days, his life was very regular, as precise as a clock.

They bought groceries, cooked, and after eating, Hua washed the dishes. Then the two of them sat on the sofa, playing on their phones and chatting for a bit until 10 p.m.

Then Hua will go take a shower, and Ryan will write a couple of chapters. Because he has been working too hard lately, his readers have been teasing him for going out of the palace on business.

There were no major surprises or unexpected events; the days passed peacefully and orderly, until 10:30 p.m....

Jingle Bell.

The phone rang right on time. Without even looking at it, Ryan answered it and held it to his ear.

“Möbius, why do you call me every day at the same time? I’ve already calculated those problems for you.” Ryan said slowly and deliberately, with a slight smile, throwing out the topic he had been holding back for several days: “You don’t mean you’ve already missed me after I’ve only been gone a few days, do you?”

"Hehe, the toad's old habits have kicked in again, haven't they?" The same slow and deliberate voice rang out as Mebius propped his legs up on the table, a pair of mechanical hands massaging his long, black-stockinged legs.

Foolish. I knew you would say that five days ago.

"Get this straight, it's always you who calls me!"

"I just gave you a research topic; it seems like we haven't talked about anything besides work."

"Yes, yes, you're just trying to find out what I do every day. Don't you think that explanation is a bit far-fetched?"

"Yeah, your days are so monotonous and boring, just like the retirement life of an old person, haha, but you've given me a lot of laughs."

What is retirement life for the elderly? Well, Hua and I do seem to lack passion, doing things step by step every day, but why are you so happy?

Ryan gritted his teeth slightly, thinking to himself that Mebius was quite impressive, actually predicting his prediction.

"So you're still as bored as ever today? Remember the detailed reports, that's our deal." Möbius simply lay down, his tone cheerful.

She stepped in to help, risking being labeled a traitor, and pressured Mei, only to receive a report in return for a short period of time.

Hmph, you really struck gold this time.

They knew I was a trustworthy person, and they're really sticking to my weakness.

Ryan had no choice but to continue talking, since he had been too laid-back these past few days and hadn't been able to provide Mebius with much material. So he started talking when he woke up in the morning and continued until dinner time.

“Wait a minute, you want that wooden stake to call your name?” Möbius quickly spotted the blind spot.