Chapter 63 First Encounter

It was Elvis who suddenly appeared and rescued Tong Wanwan.

In order not to cause trouble for the girl, the little white lion was kept in the lounge, waiting for her to come back. However, it would take advantage of the lack of people to sneak into Tong Wanwan's personal meeting place and peek in.

After Tong Wanwan finished interacting with fans, the little guy took the lead and ran back to the lounge, waiting for her to open the door and come in. However... after waiting for a long time, it still didn't hear any movement.

When the little white lion ran out again, he saw Tong Wanwan being surrounded.

Seeing that the girl was about to be bullied, Ivis, whose body was one step faster than his brain, released his second form in an empty corner and turned back into human form.

Then, there was uncontrollable anger and shouting.

And... the sweet and soft body in my arms.

Not only Tong Wanwan, who had only seen Elvis's photo on the Star Network's hot search, but also the stunned male anchors were shocked.

"That's... Elvis?!"

"Why is the Marshal here?"

They were already wicked, and any slight would make their hearts tremble. Seeing the renowned and well-known Federal Marshal suddenly appear before them, they were terrified.

Moreover, the Marshal's aura was intimidating, and the look he cast at them was as real as a sharp blade filled with coldness and murderous intent, which could pierce their bodies at any time.

"What did you want to do just now?" Elvis asked again with heavy eyes.

However, he did not let go of the hand that was holding the girl's shoulder.

"No, we didn't do anything," someone explained tremblingly, "We just chatted together..."

If they knew the marshal was here, they would not dare to do anything out of line even if they were given a million times the courage.

The men hunched their shoulders, not daring to meet Elvis's gaze or to pester Tong Wanwan any further. They simply wanted to leave in disgrace. However, contrary to their wishes, the next second, the manager, accompanied by a large group of venue guards, hurried over from the exhibition hall.

"Miss Wanwan, are you okay?" The manager ran over anxiously, and was slightly relieved to find that Tong Wanwan was fine. He turned to look at the male anchors standing nearby with sullen expressions, and a glint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"I'm fine," Tong Wanwan shook her head. "Thank you, Mr. Manager."

Thanks to the 1551 system, which seamlessly connected to the optical computer, she was able to send a location-based distress signal to the guest assistant. If things got worse, Yiyi could redeem weapons from the system store if she was in danger. However... she might not know how to use them and cause accidental injuries.

Fortunately, things didn't get that bad.

"Are you the ones causing trouble?" The manager didn't give them a chance to explain and just put a hat on them.

Several people denied it in panic: "There's no trouble, it's just a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"No matter whether it is true or not, come with us first." The manager made a gesture, indicating that the guards of the exhibition hall behind him should take these people away.

Before they left, Elvis looked at them one by one carefully, memorizing their faces.

He knew that those who hadn't yet done anything bad would receive no punishment. But... sometimes, fighting violence with violence in the dark, tit-for-tat, against those with sinister intentions was a "good" response.

Tong Wanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief after silently watching the group of people being taken away.

She was not a very strong person to begin with, and being surrounded by a group of men with bad intentions, no matter how calm she tried, she would feel scared and at a loss.

When everything was completely quiet, Tong Wanwan suddenly realized that she was still leaning in the man's arms.

"...I'm sorry." She took a few steps back, pulling away from his arms. Tong Wanwan still felt a lingering sense of surprise and disbelief at the silver-haired man standing behind her, half of his figure hidden in the shadows of the light.

Maintaining a polite and sincere demeanor, she bowed and said, "Thank you, Marshal, for your help."

Elvis was silent for a while.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of time and space confusion.

At home, the girl would hug him affectionately, calling him "Cancan" with a sweet voice and sparkling eyes. However, when they actually met, they were just strangers meeting for the first time.

The first sentence is "I'm sorry" and the second sentence is "Thank you".

Even the address was the most polite "Mr. Marshal".

Elvis looked a little unhappy, and the corners of his lips drooped slightly.

"You're welcome." He responded calmly.

Tong Wanwan's eyes lit up, and she felt that the Federal Marshal was more handsome, more handsome, and more imposing than the one she had seen on the Star Network.

She didn't know that his increasingly aloof demeanor was simply because—when Elvis got nervous, his face would involuntarily turn cold and he would become even more taciturn.

Tong Wanwan stood quietly and obediently for a moment, noticing that the silver-haired man had no intention of leaving and kept his gaze fixed on her. Thinking of the little white lion still in the room, she spoke hesitantly, "Mr. Marshal, I'm leaving now. Thank you for your help today."

As for why Marshal Elvis appeared here and what he was doing here, it was not something she should know.

Elvis paused, and as she tentatively took a step toward the rest area, she suddenly spoke—

"I'm your fan too."

Tong Wanwan: “……?”

She must have heard it right, the First Marshal of the Federation... is her fan?

"Photo and autograph," Ives asked with a straight face after a moment's hesitation. "Is that okay?"

He also has to have what other donuts have.

Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment, flattered: "Of course!"

She adjusted her dress and her messy hair and came closer. When the photo was taken, perhaps out of habit after taking photos all day, she subconsciously moved closer to the person next to her and raised the corner of her lips to the camera.

Laughing?

Elvis turned his head slightly and looked at the black-haired girl standing beside him, with an imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

Only after the photo was taken did he finally look away.

"Mr. Marshal..." Tong Wanwan looked through the laptop and said hesitantly, "You didn't look at the camera. Do you want to retake it?" She took several photos together, but they were all pictures of the silver-haired man with his face slightly tilted, looking at her.

Ives glanced at it and said, "No need."

Then, he casually said, "Send me these photos."

Tong Wanwan exchanged accounts with Elvis, feeling dazed. She wondered: Why did he use her laptop to take the photo? Wouldn't it be more convenient for Mr. Marshal to use his own?

When she finished sending the photo and looked up again, there was no one in front of her.

When did he leave?

Without time to think about it, Tong Wanwan trotted back to the lounge, her heart filled with Cancan's lonely little figure.

When she opened the door, she found the little white lion lying quietly on the sofa with its eyes closed and resting.

Tong Wanwan finally felt relieved. She smiled and called its name: "Cancan, you can go home now~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little white lion opened his eyes.

It is exactly the same as "Avis", pure and transparent gold.

Elvis's biggest rival in love is himself (Little White Lion)

So... I'm jealous of myself?

(End of this chapter)