"Shall we chat for a bit?"

Hanyu Nan seemed oblivious to Pu Si Qinglan's unusual behavior, and casually pulled over a chair that was still smoldering with flames from the side and sat down.

The raging flames surged and leaped around him, yet they held a natural awe for him, unable to harm him in the slightest.

He sat there leisurely amidst the flames, like a god who controlled the fire.

The shock in Pu Siqinglan's eyes intensified. Was this still the world she knew?

She gritted her teeth, a strong urge to escape welling up inside her, and turned to run away.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw a figure leaning lazily against the wall, slowly exhaling a smoke ring.

The smoke rings appeared somewhat illusory in the firelight.

"Why are you running? Your little master wants to chat with you for a bit; that would be your honor."

Officer Shiratori threw his cigarette into the fire, then reached out and pulled hard on his cheek, instantly transforming his ordinary face into a strikingly handsome one.

Vermouth casually tossed the mask in her hand into the fire. The mask quickly twisted and deformed in the flames and eventually turned to ashes.

She gently tossed her long, golden hair, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Scobing, an international assassin, can't even handle a child?"

“I…” Pu Siqinglan opened her mouth, but found that her throat was dry and she could not say a word.

The child has become mentally impaired.

First, they encountered a detective child equipped with various high-tech gadgets, then a mysterious boy who could control flames, and now a woman who can magically transform people into living beings has appeared.

The series of bizarre events made her begin to doubt whether she had been out of touch with society for too long and was no longer keeping up with the times.

"Sister Bei, look how scared you've made the child! What if you scare him to death?"

Yuzuru propped his head up with his hand and teased with a slight smile.

"Wasn't it you who scared me first, young master?" Vermouth glanced at him with captivating charm, then walked gracefully, like a noble cat, to the frozen Pu Siqinglan. She extended her slender fingers, intending to lift her chin. "Let me see what kind of person this young master personally arranged for me looks like..."

Just as her fingers were about to touch her chin, a cold glint flashed in Pu Siqinglan's eyes, and she suddenly lunged forward.

He raised his hand swiftly, aiming straight for Vermouth's snow-white neck; the movement was clean, crisp, and decisive.

Vermouth, however, seemed to have anticipated this, and easily dodged the attack by simply shifting her body to the side.

A smirk played on her lips as she scoffed, "Is that all you've got?"

Pu Siqinglan missed her attack, but without hesitation, she quickly retreated, creating distance between herself and Belmod, her eyes filled with vigilance.

Yuzuru watched the exchange between the two with great interest, saying, "Sister Bei, don't go too far."

"Little master, I haven't even started yet," Vermouth said coquettishly, her beautiful eyes revealing an indescribable charm.

Pu Siqinglan gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes, and launched another attack.

With a swift movement, her long, beautiful leg launched a kick at Vermouth.

Vermouth calmly dodged to the side, then reached out and gently grabbed Pu Siqinglan's ankle with perfect accuracy.

Pu Siqinglan was startled, but quickly regained her composure. She struggled fiercely, trying to break free from Vermouth's grasp.

However, Vermouth's hands gripped her ankles like iron clamps, rendering her unable to move an inch.

"Let me go!" Pu Siqinglan shouted angrily.

Vermouth's smile grew even more alluring, like a blooming poppy, beautiful yet dangerous.

She gently stroked Pu Siqinglan's ankle, then slowly moved her fingers to her calf. "It feels nice. No wonder the little master likes it."

Pu Siqinglan's face instantly turned bright red, a mixture of shyness and anger welling up inside her.

She kicked her other leg hard, trying to knee Vermouth in the stomach, but Vermouth had anticipated her move and easily dodged the attack.

Vermouth revealed a smug smile, her gaze sweeping across Pu Siqinglan's face before finally settling on her chest.

Her hand slid up Pu Siqinglan's calf and finally stopped at the base of her thigh.

Pu Siqinglan's body trembled violently.

"Let me go! You pervert!"

Vermouth, however, chuckled softly, "Don't rush, little girl. We have plenty of time to play slowly."

As a former top general of the Black Organization, even without the help of Nanami Hanyu's gadgets, Bayonetta is not someone that a mere Scorpion could handle.

Compared to her, Pu Siqinglan was like a tender fledgling bird, with absolutely no chance of winning.