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Seeing Hope's resentful expression, Azu smiled confidently.

"Hope, you just said that your father has found a suitable candidate, right?"

“Exactly,” Hope nodded, her voice tinged with displeasure. “He’d rather believe a complete stranger who appeared out of nowhere than his own daughter! He’s utterly unreasonable!”

"The right person isn't actually that hard to guess."

At this moment, Ah Zu seemed to be possessed by Sherlock Holmes, speaking eloquently.

"Your father is an extremely cautious man. He wouldn't just grab anyone off the street to carry out such a dangerous infiltration mission. He needs someone who is proficient in all kinds of electronic security systems, has infiltration experience, has a proven track record, and is also desperate and easily controlled by him."

"The key is that he can't attract Darren's attention, so this person can't have any connection with Pym. Secondly, he should ideally be an invisible person on the fringes of society, like someone who has just been released from prison."

"And I happen to know that someone who perfectly fits these criteria was recently released from prison in San Francisco."

"Who?" Hope pressed.

Ah Zu slowly uttered a name.

Scott Lang.

"Scott Lang?" Hope frowned, quickly searching the name in her mind.

"The Vista cyber intrusion case three years ago..." Hope blurted out, "That lunatic who returned the stolen money to the customer and then drove the CEO's Bentley into the swimming pool?"

"That's right, it's him." Azu nodded. "Master of Electrical Engineering, top-notch cybersecurity expert. More importantly, he's now a desperate ex-convict who's unemployed, bankrupt, and even gets kicked out of his house by his policeman ex-husband when he tries to see his daughter."

"Your father has definitely been watching him for a long time. He only needs to devise a small scheme to let Scott know that there's a super-rich vault in his basement. For a desperate thief, that temptation is irresistible."

Azu's reasoning is logically rigorous and meticulous.

After hearing this, Hope's eyes flashed with a look of sudden realization.

"I see... He deliberately spread the word to lure Scott into stealing his safe. This was not only a practical test of Scott's infiltration skills, but also a way to smoothly hand over the Ant-Man suit to him and make him the new Ant-Man!"

With just a few fragmented pieces of information, one can accurately depict the father's psychological profile and identify the target person in just a few minutes.

Hope was deeply impressed by this terrifying insight and reasoning ability.

"He truly is the man I've set my sights on..."

The thought flashed through Hope's mind.

Then, she was startled by the idea.

Without realizing it, she had already mentally labeled this man, whom she had known for less than three hours, as "her man"!

Her face, which had just cooled down, suddenly became burning hot again. She quickly grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip to hide her unusual condition.

Azu was oblivious to Hope's ulterior motives; he was engrossed in the character he was creating and continued speaking.

"But don't worry about the suit, Hope," Azu whispered in her ear as he leaned down.

"Scott Lang will personally deliver the suit to you."

"Why?" Hope asked, puzzled.

Azu smiled mysteriously.

"Because, just last night, in a bar on a street in San Francisco, I became friends with this Mr. Scott. And..."

He now owes me a huge favor.

"So all you have to do is wait patiently. Leave everything else to me."

Then Azu straightened up and glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

The timing was perfect. Too much of a good thing can be bad; in this kind of ambiguous and tentative exchange, a deliberate retreat often leaves the deepest mark.

"Well then, that concludes our meeting for today. I hope it hasn't taken up too much of your time, and I look forward to seeing you again."

After saying that, Azu walked towards the door.

One step, two steps, three steps...

"etc!"

A somewhat hurried voice came from behind.

Hope didn't know what was wrong with her, but when her gaze fell on Azu's shapely waist and hips, the man's attraction reached its peak for her.

Driven by a strong impulse, she involuntarily cried out.

Azu stopped and turned to ask, "Is there anything else, Ms. Dane?"

Hearing Azu's question, Hope's heart pounded.

Even she herself couldn't believe how crazy what she was about to say was.

"Um..." Hope's eyes darted around, her hands unconsciously twisting together, "The timing is perfect now, if you don't have any other plans for tonight..."

"...I know a French restaurant nearby with good reviews, maybe we should give it a try?"

As soon as he said that, Hope's cheeks burned bright red.

God! What am I doing?

She, Hope van Dyne, actually took the initiative to invite a complete stranger, whom she had just met today, to dinner?!

This is absolutely absurd!

To cover up her embarrassment and loss of composure, Hope quickly added a plausible reason.

"What I mean is... regarding the space physics technology you mentioned, I'd like to discuss its application prospects further. After all, as potential partners, we need more communication, don't we?"

She now only prays that the other person won't notice her predicament, or that they'll simply find a reason to reject her and end this torment.

Standing by the door, Azu silently gave the system skin a big thumbs up in his heart.

"This skin's effects are absolutely incredible! Is this a preemptive strike to get the future Wasp? That means we've already got half of the Pym Particles."

Although he was overjoyed inside, Ah Zu maintained a calm and composed demeanor on the surface.

He turned around and walked back to Hope with elegant steps.

Seeing Hope's forced composure, though her ears were already turning red, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Communication is certainly necessary. However, I must correct one point."

"It was my biggest dereliction of duty to let a beautiful lady take the initiative to extend a dinner invitation."

"This invitation should rightfully be extended by me."

Ah Zu bowed slightly, making an elegant gesture of invitation.

"Then, Ms. Dane, would I be so fortunate as to invite you to dinner?"

Hearing that Azu didn't expose her embarrassment, but instead cleverly resolved her awkwardness in a dignified way, Hope felt a sweet warmth in her heart from the feeling of being cared for.

Hope tried to maintain a calm and polite smile, and reached out to gently place her hand on Azu's palm.

"Of course, it's my honor, Mr. Wu."

But deep in her heart, the invitation from this man stirred a joyful excitement akin to that of an eighteen-year-old girl experiencing her first love.

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Hope tried to calm her racing heart.

"I need an hour to change my clothes."

"No problem." Azu nodded politely. "I'll pick you up in an hour."

Hope took a business card out of his bag, quickly wrote an address on the back with a pen, and handed it to Azu.

"This is the address of my private apartment. See you in an hour, Daniel."

See you in an hour.

……

Upon leaving the Garrido Club, Azu immediately contacted Skynet.

"Skynet, I need something." Azu cut to the chase without beating around the bush, "Can the Terminator's realistic skin technology now be applied to tactical matters?"

"Yes, sir," Skynet immediately reported. "Combining Skrull genetic mimicry technology, we have developed a civilian-grade tactical camouflage layer based on the T-1050ti project."

"It can cover your body like a real biological skin, not only simulating the body temperature, pulse and muscle feel of a normal human, but also simulating the corresponding softness feedback according to the external pressure."

"Excellent!" Azu smiled with satisfaction. "Based on my current Asian identity, have a full-body mimicry skin custom-made for me."

Ah Zu glanced at the time, his tone resolute.

"I'll give you forty minutes. Get it to me within forty minutes."

"Command confirmed." Skynet replied without hesitation. "Mission accomplished within forty minutes."