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"He is the 83rd member of another world's genius club. Since the Big Bang, there have only been eighty-four such top geniuses in the entire universe."

Lu Ze moved the phone away from his ear and rubbed his ears, which were ringing from Zhao Deshan's exclamation.

"Old man, I'll drive over and pick her up right now... What's her name again?"

Zhao Deshan was starting to ramble incoherently, and the sounds of a chair being knocked over and a teacup being overturned could be faintly heard on the other end of the phone.

"Black Tower, remember to call her Lady Black Tower."

Just as Lu Ze hung up the phone, he suddenly felt another hand pinching his waist.

He turned his head in confusion, wondering if he had said something wrong again and angered Black Tower.

Then he saw that Xilin had sat down next to him at some point, and was imitating Heita's earlier actions, reaching out her little hand to pinch his waist.

After twisting, he raised his chin at the opposing Black Tower, his golden eyes filled with pride, as if to declare—this is not your privilege alone.

Lu Ze was both amused and exasperated to have been pinched again for no apparent reason.

The only consolation is that Sirin, the little angel, didn't use her Honkai energy to attack him.

Bella, who was mopping the floor nearby, saw that Celine was so close to Lu Ze, so she quickly picked up the mop and came to the sofa to start mopping the floor that had already been mopped once.

Lu Ze found it amusing to see Bella's protective yet unwilling-to-explain behavior.

Disturbed, Sirin complained a few times about Bella, then started arguing with Black Tower next to her.

Lu Ze felt a warm feeling in his heart as he watched this heartwarming scene.

Ding dong.

Less than ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Lu Ze didn't expect Zhao Deshan to be so fast. Bella had only been mopping the floor for a short while when he sped from the Countermeasures Bureau to his doorstep.

With a bit of doubt, Lu Ze opened the door and looked at Zhao Deshan, who was standing at the door looking inside intently, and found it somewhat amusing.

This lieutenant general, who usually maintains a composed and steady demeanor in the bureau, now craned his neck and peered around, looking just like a chipmunk that had spotted an acorn.

"You don't need to pretend to be so eager to help. Knowing her as I do, she won't help you improve your civilization level."

As Lu Ze welcomed Zhao Deshan into the living room, he lowered his voice to give him a heads-up.

"I understand, I understand. Geniuses are always arrogant and disdain to associate with ordinary people."

Zhao Deshan nodded repeatedly, but his eyes kept glancing towards the living room.

Looking at his fawning manner, Lu Ze would have kicked him if he hadn't been taught to respect the elderly and care for the young from childhood.

You don't know anything.

The Black Tower doesn't even bother with its own space station staff, so how could it possibly come to Earth to help the Countermeasures Bureau play this kind of civilization upgrade game?

The two approached the sofa, and Lu Ze introduced the Black Tower to Zhao Deshan:

"This is the 83rd seat of the Genius Club, Ms. Black Tower."

"I'll introduce myself properly, why mention the club? I have so many extraordinary achievements, which one doesn't sound better than 83 seats?" Black Tower crossed his arms, his purple eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

Lu Ze keeps his eyes on his nose and his nose on his mind, selectively deaf.

I'm really embarrassed to mention the achievements you boasted about in the space station portrait.

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. Ms. Heita, I am Zhao Deshan, the director of the East China Division of the General Administration of Friendly Exchange with Extraterrestrial Civilizations." Zhao Deshan finished speaking and extended his right hand with a standard official smile on his face.

Black Tower merely glanced at him indifferently, showing no intention of shaking hands.

"Hehe..." Zhao Deshan gave a kind smile and slowly withdrew his hand, without any embarrassment.

Years of bureaucratic experience had hardened his skin to be thicker than a city wall, so this little bit of cold treatment was nothing to him.