Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Lu Ze answered the phone, but the person on the other end was not Old Man Zhao.

"Senior Lu Ze, I am Lin Fan. I have something to tell you."

Lin Fan's voice came through the receiver, sounding somewhat reserved.

Lu Ze instantly became a little impatient.

"What does your Countermeasures Bureau's business have to do with me? I'm not one of your soldiers."

"Um... Senior Lu Ze, this is what Elder Zhao asked me to do. He said he can't come back for the time being and would like to ask you for help."

Lin Fan tried his best to build a relationship, and deliberately avoided using formulaic language, afraid that he might offend this man by saying the wrong thing.

"What kind of trouble is Old Zhao up to now? Isn't that controlled nuclear fusion formula enough to keep him busy?"

Lu Ze frowned, his impatience deepening.

He asked himself if he had already helped the other party a lot. Not to mention the past, from Sun Wukong to the Black Tower, when had he not secured benefits for the Countermeasures Bureau?

But Old Zhao still comes to see him all the time. Has he been too easygoing?

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging displeasure in his heart, and decided to listen to what the other party had to say first.

After all, reality is a world of personal relationships, and falling out benefits no one.

"Tell me, what does Old Zhao want me to do?"

Upon hearing that there was a chance, Lin Fan quickly recounted the whole story.

After listening to Lin Fan's story, Lu Ze frowned even more deeply.

He finally understood why An Linyue had skipped class for no reason a few days ago.

But to be honest, he really didn't want to get involved in this.

Any case involving diplomacy with extraterrestrial civilizations would never fall to an "ordinary citizen" like him without Old Zhao's orders.

Even though he is not an ordinary citizen in reality, on the surface he is still a legal citizen who needs to be protected by the state, not an unofficial agent of the Countermeasures Bureau.

But then again...

If I don't intervene, An Linyue will most likely not survive this time.

Killing alien nobles, regardless of the reason, means that paying with one's life is the lightest possible punishment.

If things go wrong, it's not impossible that they might encounter a more barbaric civilization and use this as a pretext to start a war against Earth.

But Earth's civilization hasn't even achieved unification yet, so how can we fight aliens?

"Big brother, what's wrong?"

Xilin's soft, sweet voice came from beside him, interrupting Lu Ze's fluctuating thoughts.

She tilted her head up, her golden eyes filled with worry.

Lu Ze's gloomy expression softened a bit, and he reached out to pat her head.

"It's okay. Let's book the house first, and then I'll go take care of some things with my brother later."

He forced a smile to reassure Xilin, then put the phone back to his ear and spoke to Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan, right?"

"Yes, yes, senior, I am Lin Fan." The person on the other end quickly replied.

"I'll be going to the countermeasures bureau in a bit. Tell Old Zhao while you're at it—" Lu Ze's voice turned cold, "This isn't over."

Zhao Deshan has really crossed his bottom line this time.

He can barely tolerate being schemed against by someone he knows.

Unfortunately, Old Zhao chose the wrong time. Now, Lu Ze, who is eager to see his daughter, just wants to get to the Black Tower Space Station as soon as possible.

Want to see the cards?

Want to test your strength?

Then prepare your nitroglycerin pills and open your eyes wide to see.

Lu Ze hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

He glanced at the three girls on the sofa, then at the female salesperson who had been standing by, waiting for him to speak.

He has to make a decision about buying a house today.

Once the house deal is finalized, he will handle An Linyue's matter as quickly as possible.

Then, no one could stop him from seeing his daughter.