Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Seeing Heita's aloof attitude, Lu Ze knew that she had no interest in interacting with strangers.

He winked at Zhao Deshan, signaling him to come to the balcony to talk.

Zhao Deshan could tell that Heita didn't want to pay attention to him, so he simply went along with it and used the excuse given by Lu Ze to say that he was going to the balcony for a smoke.

The two of them arrived at the balcony one after the other.

Zhao Deshan pulled a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, took one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a flick of his lighter.

Seeing this, Lu Ze quickly took two steps back, not expecting that the old man was really going to hit him.

"Are you serious?" Zhao Deshan's lips twitched as he looked at Lu Ze's tense expression.

"Excessive exposure to secondhand smoke can easily cause cancer," Lu Ze said seriously.

"Tch, kid, don't give me that. With your current constitution, you wouldn't get cancer even if you were given secondhand smoke or nicotine." Zhao Deshan said with a disdainful look as he puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"That's right, dying directly won't cause cancer," Lu Ze thought to himself.

He leaned against the balcony railing and explained to Zhao Deshan in a calm and unhurried tone:

"You illiterate old man, the carcinogen in tobacco is the tar produced when it's burned."

"Alright, stop showing off your useless little knowledge. I've smoked my whole life, and I've never gotten cancer."

Zhao Deshan didn't care at all what caused the cancer; what he cared about more at that moment was whether Black Tower was willing to contribute to the country.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, which instantly burned down to half its original size.

Then Zhao Deshan lowered his voice a few decibels.

"You should help me figure out how to get this genius lady's help from the Countermeasures Bureau."

"No chance, she won't listen to me." Lu Ze shook his head decisively.

"Come on, do you think she'd come back with you if she didn't listen to you?" Zhao Deshan said with disbelief.

He felt that this kid was just unwilling to let go, just look at all those little girls in the room.

Zhao Deshan could tell at a glance that this kid was the kind of person who wanted more than what he had.

"That's because they're confident they can leave after coming here," Lu Ze added casually.

Zhao Deshan's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, suddenly paused.

Being able to come and being able to come back are two different things. Being able to travel freely means that there is a possibility of bringing a group of people over, or even that the other party has the ability to establish some kind of permanent channel on Earth.

This kind of thing can be big or small. On a small scale, it's an individual act; on a large scale, it's a diplomatic issue between two worlds.

He quickly stubbed out the cigarette he had only half-smoked on the balcony railing.

"Kid, stop hiding. Tell this old man clearly. Can she really come and go as she pleases?"

"Old Zhao, you still underestimate the value of the word 'genius'."

Lu Ze didn't mention the Wisdom Envoy, because he wouldn't understand even if he did. He would have to go through the trouble of explaining the entire cosmic system of Destiny, Star God, and the Knowledgeable One to him later.

He planned to explain the true meaning of the word "genius" to the old man in the most direct and straightforward way.

He held up his index finger in front of Zhao Deshan and stated calmly:

"The Great Sage is not as good as her."

Don't be fooled by the cute appearance of the Black Tower in front of you; she has actually successfully possessed the body of the Iron Tomb.

What Iron Tomb could do, she could do as well.

Putting aside their strength, if the Black Tower wanted to destroy Earth's civilization, all they had to do was casually release the Iron Tomb virus onto the internet.

If Sun Wukong were to do this, he could do it too.

But it's definitely not as easy as the Black Tower.

The Countermeasures Bureau hasn't even fully digested Sun Wukong yet, so how could they possibly retain a commander who is both intelligent and capable of destruction?

Zhao Deshan remained silent.

As a heavy smoker, this was the first time he had ever tasted the bitterness of cigarette smoke.