Am I a bad person? They all want to kill me?

After Lin Qing'an made a small complaint, he continued to ask.

"Love, what are your parents' abilities?"

When her parents were mentioned, Hayasaka Ai finally perked up a little. She raised her head and looked at Lin Qing'an, asking in confusion.

"Master Qing'an, why are you asking this?"

Lin Qing'an played with Hayasaka Ai's blonde hair and said with a smile, "Just answer the questions. It's a good thing."

"Oh~"

Hayasaka Ai, who was floating in the clouds and not yet fully awake, did not think much about it. She shrank back into Lin Qing'an's arms and replied in a very lazy voice.

"My parents are both executives of the Shinomiya Group, so their abilities are guaranteed."

Hearing this, Lin Qing'an's eyes moved slightly, as if he remembered something.

"Ai, everyone in your Hayasaka family grew up receiving gifted education, right?"

"Well, after all, it is a family of close servants. Anyone with a little talent will basically receive elite education in the Shinomiya family."

"That's it..."

Lin Qing'an's eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Ha~~"

At this moment, Hayasaka Ai, who was feeling exhausted, yawned and spoke with her eyes half closed and half open.

"Master Qing'an, I'm so sleepy. Can I go to bed now?"

"Sleep, sleep."

Lin Qing'an turned off the light, then hugged Hayasaka Ai and snuggled into bed to sleep.

.........

May 5, Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

"Today is a good day..."

Looking at the crescent moon in the night sky, Lin Qing'an, standing on the edge of the rooftop of a high-rise building, murmured softly.

"It's a good day for you indeed."

Istaru, who was standing next to Lin Qing'an, echoed thoughtfully.

"Haha~"

Lin Qingan smiled and looked at Istaru gently, "The good days I'm talking about may be different from what you understand."

"kindness?"

Istaru blinked and asked in confusion: "Don't you think today is a good day because you are about to take control of this country?"

Lin Qingan looked at the crescent moon in the sky and said with a smile: "5.20, the homonym is 'I love you', Istaru, you are still not romantic enough."

"what?!"

Istaru was getting more and more confused. "'I love you' in Japanese is not '愛してる', what does it have to do with 5.20, etc..."

As she was speaking, Istaru seemed to have thought of something, and she suddenly looked at Lin Qing'an.

"Isn't the homophone you're talking about Chinese? The pronunciation of '5.20' in Chinese is indeed a bit similar to 'I love you'."

"what?"

Lin Qingan looked at Istaru in surprise, "You can speak Chinese?"

Istaru looked at Lin Qingan as if he was mentally retarded, "I am a demon, what's wrong with me being proficient in a few more languages?"

"That's true..." Lin Qing'an nodded thoughtfully.

Demons really should be proficient in several languages. Otherwise, what if they have language barriers with the summoner after being summoned?

048. "You didn't invite me to the party, did you?"

“Hey~ Hey~”

Istaru, who was in the body shape of a young girl, poked Lin Qingan's side and said with curiosity in her eyes.

"You mentioned '5.20'. Are you confessing your feelings to me?"

"..."

This time, it was Lin Qing'an's turn to look at Istaru as if she were an idiot.

"Tsk~ I don't care even if you confess."

Istaru, who felt a little unhappy with Lin Qing'an's eyes, turned her head away with disgust.

Lin Qing'an laughed in silence and stopped joking with Istaru.

He turned his head and looked towards the "Shenling Manor" in the distance.

Shenling Manor, a high-end private club integrating lakes, lawns and villas, is a very famous commercial party manor in Tokyo.

Many high-end gatherings that are inconvenient to hold at home will choose to be held at Shenling Manor.

And today, another high-end gathering will be held here.

The theme of the party is only one: how to deal with the "Black Death".

The so-called "Black Death" refers to him, Lin Qing'an.

After learning his "honorable title" from Sigong Yan'an, he fell into deep thought for a long time.

The God of Death... This is easy to understand. He killed three thousand people in one breath, so it is not an exaggeration to call him the God of Death.

The black prefix...is it because of the color of iron sand?

Black Death...

This "title" is understandable, but it somehow feels cheap.

"Are all the people attending the party gathered?"

After a brief distraction, Lin Qing'an pressed the headset and asked the auxiliary staff sent by the Shigong family.

"Reporting to the Lord, everyone has arrived."

Listening to the answer in the headset, Lin Qing'an twisted his neck and put on a harmless smile.

"Istaru, it's our turn."

"Oh~"

Istaru transformed back into his demon form, spread his wings, grabbed Lin Qing'an and flew over the manor.

.........

At the same time, in Shenling Manor.

A group of high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen, and celebrities were still chatting and laughing, and had not yet realized that the danger was coming.

"......Although he is very powerful, he is still a teenager after all. He is not cunning and has a straightforward personality. There are many ways to make him obey."

"Brother Xianyuan is right, but... after all, letting him live will only bring disaster. It is better to deal with him as soon as possible."

"Fushimi, you are short-sighted. If possible, try to keep him alive. His abilities are worth studying. If..."

"Heh~ So what if he's valuable? After we capture him, will it be our turn to intervene? Someone has been keeping an eye on us for a long time."

As the old man said this, he glanced obscurely at Ambassador Emmanuel who was standing in the center of the crowd not far away.

"That's true..."

The other old man pinched his beard, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Although the young man did many things wrong, there was one thing he did right.

Anti-Mi!

The world has suffered from the shortage of rice for a long time.

Not only the weak countries that are bullied under hegemony suffer, but their so-called allies are also often controlled by the United States.

Every time they try to make a move, they suffer heavy losses.

In mild cases, it can break bones and tendons, and in severe cases, half of the body may be buried in the ground.

Such days are not easy to live...

Meanwhile, Emanuel, in the center of the crowd, was enjoying everyone's compliments.

Now that everyone has arrived, there is no need to rush into the main topic. We can just chat casually first and see each family's attitude.

Thinking so, Emmanuel held the goblet and looked at the middle-aged man on his left with a smile.

"Kujo-kun, long time no see, you..."

Emmanuel had just said half of his words when a bolt of white lightning pierced through the sky and earth like an unstoppable spear and pierced straight into the Shenling Manor.

"Pika-----"

Lightning comes first, and then thunder follows.

The crisp and shocking thunder made everyone's eardrums hurt slightly.

The familiar scene made half of the people present change their expressions. They all remembered the birthday party of the eldest son of the Shinomiya family half a month ago.

That day too, with thunder and lightning, that man appeared...

"Hey~ There's a party? Why didn't you invite me? I love parties the most."

Lin Qing'an walked out step by step from the point where the lightning struck with a harmless smile on his face.

"?!!"

Emmanuel's eyes widened with astonishment.

What's going on?! Why is the "Black Death" here?!

Didn't the intelligence say he was still in Kyoto this afternoon?!

No, no, no, that’s not the question you should be thinking about!

But why did the "Black Death" know about this gathering targeting him? !

Is there a mole? !

"Why is no one talking? Are they too surprised?"

Lin Qing'an walked up to the crowd and looked with interest at the expressions of astonishment, panic, or fear on the faces of those present.

His eyes scanned everyone one by one, and then landed on Alex Emanuel, the U.S. Ambassador to Japan.

According to intelligence, this person is not only the organizer of this party, but also the leader.

In addition, the intelligence also mentioned that this person did not intend to kill him, but to capture him and send him back to the United States for research.

It's really interesting. I don't know what this person relies on.

Lin Qing'an rolled his eyes, walked through the crowd, and walked towards Emmanuel with a smile.

"Hey~ Isn't this Ambassador Emmanuel? I heard you wanted to see me?"

Seeing the Black Death approaching, Emmanuel subconsciously took two steps back.

Seeing this, Lin Qing'an took a step forward suddenly, and came in front of Emmanuel as if he could shrink the distance and skate.

"I heard that Ambassador Emanuel wanted to murder me? Is this true? Or is it false?"

Looking at the approaching 'Black Death', Emmanuel's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat and his face turned pale.

"Of course it's false. Someone else slandered me. I never thought of harming you, sir."

"is it?"