Chapter 133 The Ranger is a Threat

The woman slowly placed the freshly brewed tea in front of me. I held the cup, took a sip, and then, after setting it down, praised, "Miss Miko's tea is always delicious."

The woman smiled at the compliment. "Mr. Night Demon, you're so polite. You can just call me by my name—A Jiang."

I smiled and said, "I came here this time to ask you to help me get an answer, Ajiang." While saying this, I had already transferred the hero points to Ajiang using the communicator.

"You have new hero points received, 9999 points!"

Hearing the notification tone of the communicator, A Jiang covered his mouth and chuckled with satisfaction. "Oh, he is indeed an S-class hero. He is so handsome all the time."

"Ajiang remembered it wrongly. I'm just an A-level hero." I corrected him.

"Oh, is that so?" she asked, slightly surprised. "Maybe it's Mr. Night Demon's unique aura. Sitting across from me like this, you really have such an aura. I can't help but think of you as a superhero with unfathomable strength."

"Thank you for the compliment."

She flashed a businesslike smile. "Not at all. My intuition and casual words can sometimes be quite accurate. Mr. Night Demon, perhaps one day when we meet again, it won't be a slip of the tongue."

I nodded. "Then I'll take your good wishes, Jiang."

"Well, let's get back to the topic we started with. What do you want to divine?"

"It's a choice." I paused. "From a rational perspective, my choice will benefit me and the people around me. Great benefits."

“But when I think about what I’m going to do, it doesn’t make me happy.”

Ah Jiang said, "So, you want to use divination to let fate tell you whether you should do this thing or not."

"Yes, thank you for your help, Ajiang. You can start now." I stretched out one hand to signal her to start using her special ability.

A Jiang took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of me. He handed me a pen and said, "Please write down a word that you think is related to this choice."

I picked up my pen and wrote down the last character of Zhong Mengfan's name: Fan.

Ah Jiang held the paper in her hands, closed her eyes, and began to silently chant a spell. Soon, the paper turned to dust in her hands. When she stopped chanting and opened her eyes again, she looked at me and said, "The divination has concluded."

"Please go ahead."

"Just choose—what's good for you."

I looked quite satisfied with the answer, nodded slightly, and thanked her. "Thank you for the divination result."

She waved her hand. "You're welcome. I'm more than happy to have a divination from a pro hero as generous and forthright as Mr. Night Demon. I've had my fortune read recently, and the results haven't been very good. But meeting Mr. Night Demon today might just be the start of a change in my fortune."

"There's one more thing I need to ask Ajiang, please do me a favor."

"What is it"

I raised my eyes slightly, met her gaze, and then released my supernatural power and said, "Please, forget me. Forget about the divination you did for me today. Oh, and get rid of all the messages related to me in the communicator."

Influenced by her special ability, she replied to me expressionlessly, "...Okay."

I slowly stood up and said, "Thank you very much. I'll be leaving now. Bye."

Ah Jiang: "...Goodbye."

***

Diamond Street

I'm sitting in the most expensive hotel suite on Diamond Street, one of the properties run by the Chameleon Organization.

I initially fell in love with this small hotel simply because its chef created dishes that perfectly suited my taste. After Chameleon took over, the hotel was renovated, its management style changed, and it gradually expanded. This hotel chain has expanded worldwide, becoming a source of intelligence and a mobile base for Chameleon.

As for the chef whose cooking skills I admired, he has passed away long ago.

Not only him, this hotel chain has changed many times from management to chefs. The life span of ordinary people is really very short. I looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, and my mind gradually drifted away.

At this time, the door of the VIP suite was pushed open and I turned towards the source of the sound.

The man strode towards me without saying hello. He sat down on the sofa facing me, with his legs crossed and leaning on the coffee table in the middle, looking very nonchalant.

I said calmly, "It's been a while since we last met."

He twitched his lips, letting out a strange, half-smile. "Yeah, it's been too long. So long that I thought you were going to become the best pro hero there, a diligent and excellent employee. Well, you're almost like... how do you say it? They use it all the time there."

He pretended to think about it, played a loud bang, pointed at me and said, "A superhero representing justice. Ahaha~" and then let out a strange laugh.

I didn't get emotional because of his weird words. I said in the same tone, "You don't have to say these words to hurt me. Isn't it better to let you be colorless?"

He corrected, "I'm Chameleon's temporary agent. Everyone in the organization knows that I'm not Colorless."

And then he pointed at himself and said to me, "I have my own code name, Crimson Blood."

I nodded slightly and commented objectively, "Well, well done."

He frowned and said impatiently, "Who wants to listen to your praise?"

I uttered a single tone, "Well, let's get down to business then."

He was not in a hurry to talk to me. He leaned back on the sofa, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and continued to fumble for a long time, but still couldn't find what he needed.

"Use mine." I handed him my lighter.

He took it, lit it, and commented to the purple flame that emerged from the lighter, "This is an interesting product from Super Hero Headquarters."

After lighting the cigarette, he did not return the lighter to me immediately. Instead, he said very naturally, "You shouldn't mind, do you?" Then he tried to put my lighter into his pocket.

I refused, “That’s not possible.”

"Well, it's just a lighter." He said, throwing the lighter to me again.

"It's a gift from someone else. Next time we meet, I'll give you a new one, with the flame of whatever color you like."

"Well, can I choose a colorful one?" he asked, and described it in detail. "The kind that changes the color of the flame every time you open it. It feels kind of cool."

…

"Can."

"Thank you in advance." He thanked me and watched me put the lighter into my pocket. Then he asked thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, your little tail didn't follow you today."

He was talking about Zhong Mengfan.

I gave him a look that said, "You're asking a question even though you already know the answer." I couldn't possibly bring Zhong Mengfan here. "I used the excuse of training to get him out of the way."

He said in a joking tone, "Oh, I thought you had completely tamed the Ranger and made him one of ours again."

Crimson Blood took a puff of his cigarette and said, "I've heard from those old guys before that the first generation of Rangers didn't have S-level strength, but after a few generations, Rangers became psychics whose sequences were always S. You should know better than me what this means. The Ranger and you are naturally enemies of different camps. His abilities might even have a counteractive effect on you."

Although he seemed nonchalant, he was reminding me that the Ranger was a threat that should be dealt with.

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