Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Very well, then what is your explanation?"

"Let me ask you a question first: have you thoroughly investigated the bomb that was dropped yesterday?"

Visa nodded slightly: "That goes without saying."

"So what is your conclusion?"

"The bomb made a loud noise when it exploded, but its actual power was very small. It is presumed to be just a warning," Visa repeated the conclusion reached by the bomb experts after their on-site investigation.

An Ran shrugged: "Since you know this, it's very simple for me to explain."

Visa stared at her.

"This is a warning, but it comes from the Third Prince."

Visa understood immediately.

He frowned: "Even so, why didn't you communicate with me beforehand! And you know what the consequences would be if you were only targeting me?"

"So I have further plans. Last night's target was you, tonight's target is another important minister under the Second Prince, and the plan will continue the night after tomorrow..."

Visa scoffed: "The idea is good, but the chances of leaks during such a concentrated operation are too high."

"That's where we need to use outsiders. We're not here to support any particular prince to the throne. The more muddy the waters are, the better, so that others won't focus their attention on you. To be honest, you've been standing out too much lately, which isn't good. With this bombing incident, the Second Prince has no reason to throw so many problems at you anymore."

Visa fell into deep thought.

Anran's explanation directly avoided the question of "why not communicate with him beforehand." Although Visa was unhappy, he felt that there was no major problem with doing so.

"If this happens again, I will seriously consider whether it is necessary to continue cooperating with you."

"I hope you will seriously consider this."

Ok?

Is this how you normally respond?

“In order for the plan to be completed smoothly, we need sincere cooperation, so it will be entirely up to you to decide who to bomb next.” An Ran’s words broke Visa’s astonishment.

"I……"

“I think this is an opportunity,” An Ran said. “You can secretly add two enemies into the group, and then secretly tell me their names. I can then secretly help you send them to see the founding emperor of the empire.”

"..."

Visa was speechless.

Finally, after some discussion, Visa set three goals.

There was no specific person mentioned, but whether his enemies were among them is hard to say.

"If you're free, would you be interested in staying for tea?" An Ran said with a smile.

"Never mind," Visa waved his hand. "I have other things to do."

He turned and left.

I can't get along with this person, goodbye!

"Fry one a day, and it'll be over in three days."

An Ran thought she was incredibly clever. By getting herself into this place, she could not only complete her mission related to Visa effectively, but also open up new sea routes.

The only thing to be careful about is how to deal with the next contact from the Reformist headquarters.

She now has a contact list as a mission reward, as well as Tatu's memories, but this is still unstable.

We should assess the strength of the reformers before making any decisions.

If I have the strength to handle things myself, then why can't I become the leader of the reformist faction?

During the day, using a hidden identity, he issued a bombing mission. On the third day, high-ranking members of the Reform Movement suddenly appeared outside the new mansion.

Contact has been made.

Anran opened the door and let him in.

Chapter 12 Calabash Brothers Save Grandpa

The people sent from above had ordinary faces and no strange expressions; they didn't seem to be there to interrogate anyone.

Moreover, their levels weren't exaggerated; all three were over level 90. Seeing this, An Ran felt confident.

If this were in Nagoria, he would definitely be a big shot.

Unfortunately, they were in a high-level map, a map with monsters of level 150 and above, where NPCs of level 90 and above were just considered trash.

In the novel, the peerless general Pan Feng was a famous figure before Hulao Pass, but unfortunately he was instantly defeated by Hua Xiong.

It's so pathetic that they only have one line of dialogue.

"What's the matter this time?"

Ella asked, mimicking Anran's tone on the special channel.

“Visa told us what happened before, and your actions were too impulsive.”

The final words still carried a hint of accountability.

"But the results are pretty good, aren't they?"

"The effect is good in the short term, but that does not mean it will be good in the long term."

Ella shook her head: "The problem is that we don't have that much time. We only have about six months left. No matter how far ahead you think, it's useless. Once we miss this opportunity, everything we've done before will be in vain."

The person who was questioning fell silent.

"If things weren't so hopeless, the best solution would be to eliminate one of the princes vying for the throne, then everything would be much easier. Unfortunately..."

Although Ella's imitation of Tatu had more expressive features, it didn't attract the attention of those people in the spell-shrouded environment.

"I heard that when you met with Visa, you brought out someone who wasn't on the organization's record to meet with him, and said that he was sent by us. Where is that person now?" the leader asked.

what?

[Anran, Anran, what should we do now?]

Ella paused for a moment.

I recognized him by his eyes; he's someone I could easily subdue.

Therefore, An Ran generously walked out from the side.

"It's you?"

They turned to look at Ella: "Where did you find this person? The organization has rules that recruiting new members requires the unanimous approval of the higher-ups. Let's not talk about your previous outrageous actions, but in recruiting people, Tatu has already violated the organization's rules."

"I have something to say about this..."

"There's nothing more to say." The man waved his hand, interrupting Ella. "As the organization's internal executive department, our mission is to take you back. If you have anything to explain, go back and talk to the leader."

"Wait!" An Ran raised her hand.

"Stop talking nonsense." The person on the other end was getting impatient.

An Ran said helplessly, "I didn't think of anything to explain. I just wanted to express my feelings in one sentence."

"?"

"Damn it! Eat shit!"

"Why are you swearing!"

The four glared at Anran and Ella.

Where is your manners? Where is your manners?!

As expected of someone who practices incantations!

"I advise you to surrender obediently. Don't think your magic is invincible. We specially prepared items to weaken your magic before we came."

"No wonder you guys sculpted so much!"

An Ran understood. These four people were all level 92, not as high as Tatu. They were so arrogant in Tatu's base camp because they came prepared.

"Just how powerful is the leader?"

"Not only do you recruit people in private, but the people you recruit also have no respect for elders. Tatum, you have really disappointed me."

ε=(?ο｀*))) Sigh.

After letting out a long sigh.

"In that case, we have no choice but to take matters into our own hands."

The leader turned around and said, "Break their arms and legs, and hurry up."

A sorcerer's strength lies primarily in sorcery. Once their sorcery is countered, how can anyone fight them with their own martial prowess?

After confidently giving his instructions, the leader walked straight out the door.

Fighting is something that can be left to his subordinates. He is, after all, a person in charge within the reformist faction. How could he personally take action?

His hand was on the door, and he was about to push it open and go out, but he couldn't stop taking a step.

Then, the already firm waist and abdomen became even firmer.

As soon as the area tightened, even breathing became rapid.

"Second brother!"

not good.

Hearing the shouts beside him, his expression changed slightly.

"You think you can just show off and run away? What a dream. Let me give you my critique first."

The wind's bindings tied the man's feet, while the mechanical arm formed from the combat suit gripped his waist.

Before the man could react, the mechanical arm forcefully pulled him back.

Ora Ora Ora...

In an instant, a barrage of fists rained down on the back of the person in front of them.