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Although he felt a little strange from being told that someone wanted to see him, but at this moment when he actually saw Veronica appear in front of him,

Fangran found that he was still shocked.

This is the first time the two of them have met in reality since that night when the night pearl sank in the room.

Veronica's smile remained the same as that night, but her silver-gray pupils took on a deeper brilliance, staring at the young man who had become somewhat different after not seeing him for a long time.

"Are you surprised?"

"Well, I'm very surprised, very surprised, I couldn't be more surprised..."

Sitting in front of Veronica again and answering helplessly, Fangran silently raised his eyes and felt his eyes twitching as he looked at a figure beside her.

The translucent black stockings are slit to the waist, and the high-heeled shoes make her legs look too proportionate. The bunny girl's leather jacket and tie are both sensational and revealing. The silver-haired woman with a calm face wears white gloves like an assistant at a magic show.

After realizing that it was true that just looking at it made her mouth dry, Fangran couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth:

"So I can ask first, who is next to you..."

Black Silk Magic...Bunny Girl? ? ?

"Ah, tell me this, do you like the gift I prepared for you?"

Pretending to be reminded by him, Veronica glanced at the figure beside her that could make most men rush towards her, and deliberately wanted to see Fangran's amused smile and answer.

I believe you as a ghost...

Hearing this answer, he rolled his eyes in his heart and resisted his gaze from drifting to the side. Fangran could think with his buttocks that this silver-haired woman must be like the majestic old man, Veronica's stand-in in person. .

"Don't you think it's weird to have people around you dress like this compared to your identity?"

"That's not weird, is it?"

Although the other party wanted to look but rationally looked away with a satisfied smile, Veronica took out a Colt Python revolver and a red Supreme bill gun from the drawer below.

Looking at this 'toy' that suited her identity well, Fangran watched as Veronica shot a row of large-denomination euros out the window like a child who found it interesting, letting them float around.

"Speaking of which, why are you here? I mean...why did you come to Europe?"

In the dimly lit bedroom, he saw the figure next to her walking up to him with her long black legs. He leaned over slightly and poured himself some black tea. Fangran looked away and changed the subject.

"For an ordinary person, a city is a company, a home, and many places that have never been to, but for the mayor, it is just a government building and a few other important points,"

"The higher a person stands, the smaller the world seems to him, and it is easier to go to more distant places..."

Veronica looked at the Paris night with the Eiffel Tower frozen in the window, her silver-gray eyes turned to Fangran, her expression downcast and meaningful.

"Isn't it, Fangran?"

Fangran was stunned for a moment, remembering the difference between London and Tokyo. Before he could recover, he saw that Veronica had regained her mysterious charm, and turned back to him with a slight smile. question:

"So I'm just passing through and I'll be out of town in 20 minutes, and compared to this..."

She gently supported her cheek with her right hand, wrapped a wisp of silver ash around the fingers of her other hand, and looked at Fangran with a smile.

"After you asked me for a ticket to the North Pole last time, something interesting seemed to have happened.

How have you been lately? "

"Ha...this..."

Hearing her ask this with a chuckle, Fangran sighed helplessly, took some black tea and told her about his recent experiences while hiding the details.

From that night's road chase to today's infiltration of the cult group, the relaxed conversations at the tea table, filled with only the dim light of the night, were like chatting between friends.

"So, I don't even have time to have a good day of leisure recently..."

I always felt that these words could only be said to Veronica. Looking at his reflection in the expensive enamel teacup, Fangran sighed helplessly and complained about the travel during this period.

Veronica, who was listening quietly in front of him, kept looking at him with a smile.

"But you're happy, right."

"Well, I don't deny this."

Recalling the joy that came from being exposed to scenes that were beyond the ordinary, Fangran responded by gently scratching his cheek with his fingertips.

"I'm so surprised, Fangran."

Then hearing his answer, Veronica put away her smile, and the temperament that disappeared just now reappeared in her body,

"The last time you saw me, you were still wearing a thick mask to carefully hide yourself, and you had no idea what the power you possessed meant,"

Those silver-gray pupils stared at Fangran seriously, and their intense brilliance seemed to have some kind of power.

"But now you're different."

"So you feel betrayed by your own kind?"

"No..."

Denying softly, Veronica's eyes were extremely bright and deep.

"I want you even more now."

I don’t know why, the moment I heard this sentence,

Unable to complain and be speechless like before, Fangran sensed the extremely strong aura of a superior person in the figure in front of him, and once again remembered that she was the queen behind the financial empire.

The further he moved towards the wider world, the more he realized how unattainable this figure was in reality...

"Do you remember what I asked you last time we met in the hospital?"

Staring at those silver-grey pupils, Fangran subconsciously recalled the memory of that 'internship' and what Veronica said to him at that time,

Before she even remembered it, she saw her eyes brightening when she looked at him, and she repeated it herself.

"Fangran, don't you have any desire?"

"No...."

Veronica lowered her eyes and smiled with a protracted self-denial, then stretched out her smooth and white arms. She slowly stood up and leaned close to Fangran while supporting the tea table. It was the same hint of aggression as last time.

"In the words of you participants, it should be,"

But this time she caressed the black-haired young man's cheek and slowly opened the gleaming silver-gray eyes.

"What is your wish?"

He raised his face slightly and was stunned. The figure in front of him was perfect in the night of the room, but whether it was the fragrance at close range or the slightly raised white snow in the depths of his collar,

Fangran was not as distracted as her words at this moment.

I thought about this question I had asked myself when I escaped from London not long ago, and I was surprised at this moment why she said that,

"Do you still remember the reasons why you rejected me twice before? But those... are not important anymore."

Fangran smiled softly when he saw Veronica's delicate face close at hand, and there was an unparalleled and inspiring charm in her eyes as she stared at him.

"You have accepted your power and have reached the same level as me in your world. You are no longer the little boy who was nervous at the dance and rejected my proposal in a panic."

"Even if you haven't completely admitted it yet, you have taken the step to leave where you were. This time it was your own active choice, overcoming all the reasons you had for rejecting me before."

"so..."

In the room filled with night light, the perfect figure of a woman by the window leaned close to the black-haired young man, looked directly at him and said her invitation again.

"Come and stand by my side, Fangran."

Veronica looked at Fangran seriously and whispered her promise.

"This has no conflict with your current life. I will help you realize your wish."

When he heard her invitation again, he did not reject it directly as before, but looked into Veronica's eyes and fell silent.

Now that he could calmly appear in the world as an A-level superior, some concepts were quietly disintegrating in his heart. Looking at the stunningly beautiful figure in front of him in the night light, he just said solemnly and calmly:

"Why?"

Veronica looked at his eyes with gleaming light, and when she heard the answer that did not reject him outright but inquired carefully, she suddenly chuckled happily, and her laughter filled the room.

"It makes me so happy, Fangran."

"It seems that you want to use the extraordinary power of the participants as a backer. This simple reason cannot satisfy you,"

He could feel her gentle fingers brushing his cheek, and Fangran saw surprise in Veronica's eyes. Those silver-gray pupils looked at him, and she put on that charming and unpredictable smile again.

"Okay then, let's play a game that suits our status."

She picked up the silver revolver, and the bullets fell on the table with a clanking sound. She filled the only rotating bullet cylinder like a roulette wheel.

Veronica looked at Fang Ran who was slightly unfamiliar with 'Russian Roulette' in front of her, pretended to be mysterious and smiled and said:

"I'll tell you if you win."

Then she fingered the hammer and pulled the trigger...