Fang Zong stared in disbelief, clutching the pink panties in his hand, marveling at their soft texture…
"If I said I didn't do it on purpose, would you believe me?" Fang Zong murmured.
The voice was so soft that even he himself didn't believe it!
"Get out!" Catherine felt a chill down below.
It's definitely psychological; she was wearing leather pants!
After Fang Zong left, Catherine stood there for a moment, her eyes suddenly gleaming with a sexy, wild light.
"This guy..." she muttered softly.
The wall on the east side began to split in the middle, and a middle-aged man with a pale face, dressed in a black tailcoat, walked out.
"He refused?" the middle-aged man asked.
Catherine nodded: "As you expected, he refused. It's a pity, I really had good feelings for him."
"Should I go and kill him?"
"He wants to kill you now."
Suddenly, a glass of red wine appeared in Catherine's hand. She took a sip, a trace of blood appearing on her lips, along with a smile: "Fang is truly an interesting Eastern man. Uncle, what do you think?"
"His potential is amazing, but he's still a newbie right now."
The middle-aged vampire also picked up a glass of red wine, hesitated for a moment, and said, "But his skill in stealing is much more interesting than all his other tricks."
...
"Sir, you actually came out unharmed?" Yang Tiesheng's face was full of disbelief.
"Sir, you really came out unharmed!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her eyes filled with admiration for Fang Zong.
Ironwheel Castle is no ordinary place. As a branch of an 1,800-year-old British family, it is a forbidden area, a synonym for death. Going in means losing three gallons of blood!
Fang Zong went in for so long, and not only did he come out unharmed, but also...
Elizabeth glanced thoughtfully at Fang Zong's trouser pocket, where a rather unusual piece of fabric seemed to be peeking out, sparking curiosity.
"I've called a helicopter, you guys go first."
Fang Zong started chasing people away.
When they arrived at the beach, where the rocks obscured the view of the castle, Fang Zong took out his underwear from his pocket and casually threw it away.
Ninth Sister paused slightly, then hesitated and said, "Summoner, I didn't mean to."
"It's nothing." Fang Zong shook his head.
A setting sun casts its rays across the water, half the river shimmering green, the other half glowing red.
It was already evening, and the boundless light shone on the sea. Although it was not dazzling, it gave people a sense of mystery and tranquility.
Fang Zong took out his League of Legends badge, touched it, and felt a little wistful.
With this, I can go back to China.
So, what will happen after returning to China?
First and foremost, it's certain that there will be no more high-ranking officials or generous salaries.
Moreover, having been a high-ranking official in the FBI and belonging to the League of Legends, he was certainly under surveillance. Let alone his current status, even if he wanted to strive for advancement like an ordinary person, it would probably be impossible.
It's really... disheartening.
Fang Zong felt that there would be many, many changes, but the most important thing was that he could protect his family.
At worst, I can become a regular doctor and earn some money.
I want to face the sea, where spring is warm and flowers are in bloom!
Thinking of this, Fang Zong chuckled, took out his phone, and dialed the number for Little University.
The call connected quickly, and a very official-sounding voice came through: "Hello, who is this?"
Fang Zong smiled slightly and said, "Hello, Principal, I am Fang Zong."
"Oh, Fang Zong, let's not ask about your graduation certificate anymore. I know you're with the FBI, but your superior, who is also the highest-ranking official in San Francisco..."
"I am the highest-ranking officer now," Fang Zong interrupted the other person.
Immediately, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the air.
The deal was quickly settled; the graduation certificate would be mailed, even though postage had increased more than tenfold in this era of ghostly resurgence. The other party still patted their chest and guaranteed it—
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The president of Little University is not a low-ranking official, but compared to the head of a powerful agency like the FBI, he is really not up to par.
"Are you leaving?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Fang Zong wasn't surprised at all. Looking at the sunset reflected on the sea, he asked with a smile, "Any other plans?"
"First of all, there are no problems with League of Legends."
Peter handed Fang Zong a cigar, while he himself wore loose silk clothes and held a purple clay teapot in his hands.
"I've made arrangements on the FBI's side. You'll still be at the level of a city-level minister, just without real power. The authority over San Francisco will be temporarily managed by Lux. You'll still belong to the FBI and won't be hunted down by them."
"Okay."
Fang Zong nodded. This arrangement was the best Peter could do.
He said very seriously, "Thank you, my brother."
Peter suddenly trembled: "It's good that we don't meet on the battlefield."
"Pfft!" Fang Zong almost burst out laughing: "You really think I'd fight you?"
"You said we couldn't show any mercy!"
"It's just talk, don't take it seriously!"
Fang Zong turned around and gave Peter a big hug: "Goodbye, my brother. Generally speaking, I should only deal with ghosts and not get involved in human infighting. But things can change in an instant. If I meet Hulk on the battlefield, I will definitely skin him and make clothes for you!"
Peter sniffed and punched Fang Zong: "You brat, you still remember that Hulk and I don't get along?"
On the very first day the US government acknowledged the resurgence of the ghostly energy, news reports surfaced about his discord with the Hulk. Peter was surprised that Fang Zong still remembered this.
He took out a plane ticket, handed it over, and said in Dongguo dialect, "In case of unforeseen circumstances, take a flight to Dongguo Treasure Island early tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Fang Zong nodded, then suddenly said, "Be careful of mocking the clown!"
Early morning, overcast, windy.
Fang Zong, dressed in a black overcoat, walked through the airport terminal, accompanied by his clothes, Lin Qiaoyu, and the little soul slave Laura.
Liu Yonghe also had a plane ticket and followed Fang Zong.
"Aren't you coming back to China with me?" Fang Zong asked.
Liu Yonghe shook his head and said, "No, you know my situation. Rather than bring disaster to the motherland, I'd rather find somewhere else to enjoy the remaining half of my life where I still have a shred of humanity."
Where are you going?
I can't tell you.
"Okay, have a safe trip."
Fang Zong watched Liu Yonghe disappear into the crowd, walked through the ticket gate, and began boarding the plane.
The half-human-sized little soul slave was naturally transported by others. With her natal artifact in hand, there was no fear of her causing any trouble. As for Lin Qiaoyu, she naturally floated around by his side.
As I walked across the boarding bridge and turned around, I happened to see Peter.
“My brother, take care in the East!” Peter said silently.
"Take care of yourself too!" Fang Zong nodded firmly.
The plane took off quickly, and I felt dizzy. Looking down, the buildings and people were getting smaller and started to blur.
"Like smoke, like mist," Fang Zong said softly, looking out the window.
What will my future hold after returning to my motherland?
He was full of anticipation.
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