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The lone sail battling the waves has found a harbor to dock in for the first time.

She didn't want to think about anything else right now; she just wanted to hold onto the other person tightly, because that was the warmth she craved most.

Wan Qi gently stroked Virtue's back. The memory journey he had just experienced made him feel very sorry for the girl in front of him.

To others, Virtue was a promising young woman, but Wan Qi only saw a lonely figure forced by reality to embark on a path of resistance.

Without parents, relatives, or friends to comfort her, her life was like the origin on a coordinate axis, with the same distance in all directions, but upon returning, she was left with only herself.

Veltin is strong, and she plays the role of Sichen very well in front of outsiders.

But she is also vulnerable. A person's tear ducts are not decorations. She would cry alone in her room until her eyes were red, and then silently use a mystical potion to heal her swollen eyes. The moment she went out, she was still the Si Chen that everyone knew.

There are no born heroes, only pitiful people who are beaten down by life but happen to survive.

At sixteen, she already had a more "exciting" life than most people who live to sixty, only it was too "exciting," like thorns lashing her body.

This is a tragedy for Virtue, but it's not just her tragedy. Those mistakes weren't her fault either. Children's curiosity about the outside world needs guidance and understanding, not concealment and suppression. The St. Love Foundation had many, many better solutions, but they chose a foolish solution that they thought was clever from a bunch of results.

Even if there had been a leader present who was willing to say a few more words to Virtue, or privately hoped that she could understand the school's predicament, the kind-hearted Virtue would have been willing to keep this secret until graduation.

Even if we take a step back and consider the special circumstances of Virtue, from the most pragmatic perspective, the priority should be appeasement, rather than demonstrating authority through such a blatant and deliberate attempt to mislead and create a negative impact. If this were done in Aurora, the best outcome would be to cultivate a Sima Yi (a notorious strategist in Chinese history).

Loyalty to the foundation? You're dreaming!

While Wilting, who was in the middle of it all, just felt something was wrong but couldn't find any evidence, Wan Qi, who had a more objective perspective, could detect many problems and already had a suspect.

There is only one person in the entire foundation headquarters who loves playing chess so much.

Section 56: This is Virtue, she's very cute.

(This is the first update, there will be a second update, please give me some votes and comments (**3 nights)) The next day, the crisis at the foundation headquarters was resolved.

But some changes have happened forever.

Over the next few days, these changes happened rapidly and dramatically, leaving people breathless.

For example, one of the foundation's administrative office buildings became Si Chen's office forever. The entire building, although the people inside could continue to work there, the foundation still arranged for them to move out, and the original staff members left very cooperatively.

Nominally, this place belongs to Sichen, but in reality, it belongs to Wanqi.

Of course, the manager is Miss Sichen, but everyone knows why things turned out this way.

The foundation covers all aspects of maintenance, upkeep, supply, and funding, and salaries are increased without any increase.

Constantine's reasoning was simple: if we don't win over Vanchi, the Reconstruction Hand will. If Vanchi runs away with Veltin and the Reconstruction Hand, we'll just have to choose a suitable burial site, or even a cenotaph.

In short, as long as Wan Qi doesn't join Reshaping Hand, it's a huge victory. If he helps the Foundation fight Reshaping Hand, everyone can start celebrating right now.

They are all smart people; they know what to do and when to do it.

Next came the Rainstorm Reform Act, which passed unanimously with not a single abstention; all votes were in favor.

The reason is that everyone calls Ms. Z "Sister Zhang," so how could you possibly try to sabotage her at a time like this? If you want to die, get lost and don't splatter blood on me. I just bought this suit, and I was planning to wear it to thank Mr. Wan Qi.

Your kindness is never enough...

Sophby found her beloved butler, Carson, who was only under house arrest, but had been resisting all this time and had almost clashed with the Foundation. As a World War I veteran, he still had a lot of presence, and most occultists would tremble in his presence. When Sophby brought the Bonestats to rescue him, these people in charge, who were under immense pressure, were finally relieved.

These are people sent by His Excellency Wan Qi, do you dare to stop them? The higher-ups should also consider our feelings, there's really nothing we can do about it.

Sophby was reunited with Butler Carson, congratulations! 7UP!

After the old gentleman came out, he specifically sought out Wan Qi to express his gratitude. Then they temporarily stayed at the foundation, which is now the Sichen Building. As the butler Carson knew that the torrential rain was a very dangerous disaster, it was safer for his young lady to stay at the Saint Love Foundation headquarters. As someone who had been rescued by Wan Qi's Bonestat, he also knew that his young lady was now labeled as part of the "Wan Qi team," and this was the best option at the moment.

Snyder and her sister, along with the Mafia members who followed her, all received official status and can now walk around openly without anyone saying or daring to say anything.

Don't forget that I received the same treatment; he was once a cadre of Reconstruction...

I don't know! We've only heard that there's a cadre in the Reconstruction Hand codenamed "Forget-Me-Not." You're definitely not that one. This "Forget-Me-Not" is not the same as that "Forget-Me-Not." Here's your identification; please keep it safe. We believe you're a law-abiding mystic.

As Ms. Z said, Wan Qi is the rule itself. He only needs to stand there, and resources and talents will automatically flow to where the strong are.

However, the fact that Wan Qi made such a big fuss to rescue Virtin has become a piece of gossip at the St. Love Foundation headquarters. The story of a man who lost his temper for a woman is something that can be told anywhere, and many people enjoy making up his history.

"Hey, do you know how outrageous the rumors about you and Virtin have become?"

Suddenly, Xing Suo, the adorable little girl, popped out of the bushes and spoke to Wan Qi, who was enjoying the tranquility on the bench.

Wan Qi said lazily, "Isn't it just a script about a domineering CEO falling in love with a beautiful girl? It's all over the place. It's just nonsense. Only a fool would believe it."

"Oh? Is that so? That's in the latest version, where Veltin is pregnant with your child, and you risked going against the Foundation to ensure the safety of both mother and child, even besieging the headquarters in a fit of rage..."

Wan Qi roared in fury: "Damn it! Virtin is only sixteen! I'm a normal man, not a beast!"

"Hmm (second tone, drawn out)?" Xingzhu pushed up her sunglasses, cleared her mouth and said, "That's not necessarily true. Back in my day, there was child marriage. Many single men who couldn't find wives would buy young girls from the reformatory to marry. If it weren't for my quick thinking and timely escape, I'd probably be a mother of several children by now."

Wan Qi remained silent for a full ten seconds before speaking: "As expected of Britain, they've already lowered the bar for beasts with just one move."

“After all, I was born in a country where the average life expectancy for workers is less than 35 years. What can you expect from such a lousy government? I don’t believe that the officials in government have a conscience, which is a luxury.” As Xing Di spoke, he sat down next to Wan Qi, leaned in, and asked excitedly, “I heard you want to wipe out the British royal family, is that true?”

"If I said it was true..."

"Great! That's cool! That's awesome! You absolutely have to call me, the pirate! While they're on the gallows, I'm going to DJ and compose the coolest rock song ever!"

"Is this really true?" Wan Qi asked seriously.

“More real than real gold!” Xingdi replied seriously.

"Haha, good buddy, you're really something." Wan Qi laughed and patted Xing Di on the shoulder, then skillfully pulled out a map of London, a 1913 edition. Pointing to several red dots marked on it, he said, "Here, the British Museum, with lots of Chinese artifacts. Here, Buckingham Palace, all the rubbish destined for the gallows are in there. Here, Downing Street from number 9 to 12, all representatives of capitalism. I've got it all planned out: set fire here, silence them here, put the gallows here, dig a mass grave here, and after everything's settled, invite the whole of London to a public trial of the scum of the old era, then give speeches like 'This World Shouldn't Be Like This,' 'The British Need to Fight,' and 'The London Commune Is Established,' and in one fell swoop, change the British flag, establish the Soviet Republic, and usher in a new era of red Europe. What do you think?"

Xingdi's sunglasses fell to the ground, and he murmured, "When...when did you prepare this?"

"You always need a plan, so you won't be caught off guard if you need to execute it someday. Actually, I think the best target is France, with a good geographical location. Germany is also an option, but it's a country surrounded by enemies and doesn't have allies with shared values. That country might fall apart. But Britain is also a good choice. In short, it's not just the Aurora's gunfire that can change the times. The Warspite's main guns are even more powerful. Let's fire directly at Buckingham Palace!"

"This...this...this...is so cool!" Xingdi's eyes were practically sparkling, and his face was filled with the message, "Let's do something big, let's do something big, let's do something big."

"Captain, please be a little more reserved." If Apple were a person, he would be sweating profusely right now.

Others might talk nonsense, but even if Wan Qi's talk is nonsense, you have to take it as truth because he can actually do it.

It's said that historical turning points can accelerate torrential rain, but if the administrative core of a top-tier superpower explodes on the spot and spirals upwards, even torrential rain would have to say, "It would be impolite of me not to come."

The foundation wouldn't dare do anything to Wan Qi, but you're in trouble for provoking him.

Although given Xingdi's strong-willed nature, she probably wouldn't care about these things, Apple can't just watch a lost girl wander 400 meters into a sea of ​​confusion; that would be too cruel!

Fortunately, Apple's worries did not come true, because Miss Sichen arrived.

"Please don't talk about such dangerous things."

Veltin stood behind the two of them and then looked at Xingdi.

"Oh, an important person has arrived. I'll take my leave now, Mr. Apple. Goodbye."

Vanchie's "omit the beginning, middle and end, and burn Britain directly" plan came to nothing.

"I was just joking, a slightly serious joke." Wan Qi made a gesture of lamenting the loss of the Korean market, indicating that he only had a tiny bit of a desire to cause trouble.

“Yes, I know.” Wilting bent down, resting his arms on the back of the public bench, and said softly, “If you really want to do something, it’s definitely not Britain that will suffer first.”

“Velting understands me best,” Wan Qi said with a smile. “Don’t worry, as long as the cover of National Geographic doesn’t turn the Japanese archipelago into the Japan Trench, I have no intention of causing trouble.”

After saying that, Wan Qi asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

Virtue understood perfectly and said, “Those rumors don’t hurt me, and from other people’s perspectives, I’m the one who’s benefiting.”

"Wow, why do I feel like I've lost out?" Wan Qi deliberately put on a "I've lost out big time" expression.

At this moment, Virtin approached Wanqi and whispered in his ear, "So, what exciting thing are you looking forward to, Lord Wanqi?"

"Please, I wouldn't stoop to the level of a sixteen-year-old girl... Holy crap!"

Just now, a very strange feeling suddenly spread throughout Wan Qi's body through his right ear, which stimulated him so much that he shuddered and instantly teleported three meters away.

"You, you, you, Veldine, you..."

Wan Qi was speechless. Although he was an adult, a working professional, and a seasoned pervert who had half-finished his career and family and had spent considerable time browsing various forums, being gently bitten in the ear by a girl at such close range was just as stimulating as being sexually assaulted by an emperor.

"Hmm, it's a very strange feeling."

Virtue smiled, a sweet smile, and even stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.

Although she had no tail or wings, Wan Qi still felt that the person in front of him was a succubus, and this succubus had a strategy system that was openly trying to seduce him.

Wait a minute! Generally speaking, the transmigrator is the protagonist, so how could there be such a reverse strategy?

After gaining the upper hand with a surprising move, Veltin walked up to Wan Qi with her hands behind her back, bent down slightly, and asked in a pose reminiscent of an anime girl, "Do you like it?"

Wan Qi was 2,000 percent certain that he was now blushing. For some reason, Virtue's looks and her temperament were captivating, especially when she actively showcased this advantage.

She seemed to be well aware of her own charm and was launching an offensive against herself.

Would a sixteen-year-old girl really launch an attack like this? The intensity of the attack on the Western Front in World War I wasn't even this high. How could the enemy launch a blitzkrieg? My high ground is falling, damn it!

Calm down, calm down, Leng Jing! Wan Qi, you're a veteran of the internet, a terrifying being whose hands have stained the lives of billions. This level of attack alone isn't enough to shake your will. This is something you've honed through countless years of imprisonment in the Red Sea, like Illidan. You must live up to your convictions. Now, take a deep breath, silently recite the names of those teachers. Your memories will help you. Wake up from being conquered in reality!

Then, Virtin pressed himself against Vanchi and blew air into his ear.

Oh no! Paris has fallen!

The next second, Virtue felt her arms go empty; Wan Qi had vanished without a trace.

"Was I too radical?" Virtin tilted his head and then took out a book called "The French Guide to Dating".

It seems I still need to learn; I can't do this again next time.

"How come I never noticed before that there was a mischievous element to Virtue's personality?"

On the top floor of the administration building, Wan Qi braced himself against the wall with both hands. This was indeed too stimulating for a virgin. However, the allure of Virtue was a superposition of angel and devil. When she did this on her own initiative, even without any seemingly seductive actions, her every smile and frown was enough to captivate.

She just didn't show her gentle side before. Everyone saw the strong and reliable Miss Sichen, and because of her clothing, they would subconsciously ignore her gender.

But now, when Virtue truly showcased her charm as a woman, I can't speak for others, but Wan Qi was definitely amazed.

"What an unfathomable little devil."

Wan Qi leaned against the wall with a smile. Even if Virtin was unguarded, he wouldn't do anything.

The reason is simple: she is only sixteen years old, and as a modern person, she cannot cross the moral line.

Sex is not just about pleasure; it's about responsibility and acceptance. Being responsible for this kind of relationship is the most basic legal and moral obligation.

"It'll take at least another four years, so, is this considered 'development'?" Wan Qi laughed, but when he thought of how Virtin had just acted, he suddenly became a little insecure.

Will I raise her, or will she raise me?

Damn it! This feeling of losing for no reason... Wan Qi, you better pull yourself together!

With a loud bang, Wan Qi heard a gasp. He looked up and saw Liu Jisheng's surprised face.

"Oh (fourth tone), Miss Liu Jisheng, what are you doing here?"

"That's also the question I wanted to ask. Why did you smash the wall with your head, Lord Wan Qi?"

Wan Qi then realized that he was staring at the parasitic shed through a wall. This was a small building on the top floor of the Sichen administration building, which was usually used as a storage room. But a couple of days ago, the parasitic shed chose this place as its botanical garden.

Faced with Xie Jisheng's increasingly suspicious expression, Wan Qi had no choice but to keep his expression straight and then earnestly lied, "This is the Iron Head Kung Fu from my hometown, and I'm practicing it."

Section 57: Constantine Learned to Put Himself in Others' Shoes

"This is?"

"Paid leave application from Sichen Squad".

Constantine looked at the application form in front of him, and the expression on his face was quite a sight.

You're so young and you want paid leave? How can you even think about taking a vacation?! How can you be so shameless!

No approval!

Constantine originally wanted to demonstrate the authority of the vice president, but the applicant's name was simply written as "Wan Qi".

Although it was only two simple words, Constantine still felt the terrifying onslaught of information.

I'll kill you if you dare refuse!

I'll kill you if I don't approve it!

If you dare refuse, your whole family will be sent on their way!