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All of a sudden, his vision was filled with a large amount of information. The man didn't get angry, but sat down on a chair, slowly shrinking the information one by one into a corner.

As soon as it shrunk, a line of communication popped up in front of his eyes.

The man's pitch-black eyes were completely emotionless. After he connected the call, his pitch-black pupils reflected a pale, haggard yet slightly green face.

The moment the people on the light screen saw Thunder Emperor, they felt as if they had met an enemy. Their eyes burst with strong complaints, and their golden hair became very dull, as if it was a plant that wasn't affected by light. His normally meticulous hair was now like a chicken's nest, more than a little messy. His glasses hung loosely on his nose, as if they were going to fall off at the tip of his nose in the next second. His shirt was dirty and full of wrinkles, as if it had been found in a trash heap.

He looked at Thunder Emperor with grief, like an abandoned wife with tears in her eyes. In her cowardice, there was also a trace of anger: "You're so ruthless ~ ~"

If Si Xiaobao was here, he would definitely be surprised. The beggar on the light screen was actually Vils, the slut Vils who dressed up for half an hour when he usually went out.

Thunder Emperor glanced at him coldly and said coldly: "Have you found out what I told you to do?"

Vils stared at him angrily and snappily said, "Didn't you see that something was wrong with me?"

Hearing his words, Thunder Emperor raised his eyes and looked at him carefully. His focused gaze made Vils's hair stand on end. After a long while, a sentence came out from his lips.

"There's nothing wrong with that. It's still the same as before!"

Vils spat blood as he slammed the table, leaned his face close to the photon processor, pointed at his dirty golden hair and pulled his dirty shirt. Finally, he pointed at his green and yellow face and fiercely said: "Didn't you see that my hair and clothes are very dirty?! And my face! My most precious face ~ ~ This is enough to let the mermaids who have been bewitching me for the past three thousand years see how sad they must be ~ ~ How are you going to compensate me for my losses!? "

The first few words were all nonsense, but the last sentence was what he wanted to say.

"I thought you suddenly had the strange idea of pretending to be an ancient person and imitating the feeling of a mountaintop person." Thunder Emperor said.

"I'm not an idiot, how can I be like this? Isn't it all because of you, and there's no way I can comfort you?" Speaking of this Vils, he wanted to cry. Was it easy to think of him? Outsiders all thought that his status as Thunder Emperor Caesarlords's only good friend was glorious, but who knew the history behind his identity.

It was actually made in blood and tears! For example, he was not the commander of the war, he ate and drank in his central investigation room, but he was transferred to the battlefield by a man, and from then on he was far away from his "babies" who sweated in this godforsaken place. What was even more hateful was the fact that those damned Moores had a face that even dogs despised. Every time he saw it, he would not know how to taste it.

Finally, the situation of the battle improved a little, and this man started to cause trouble for him again. Even though he knew that there was still a war going on, as the supreme commander, he actually secretly drove away in the airship. The reason for that was, "The Empire has no one to hold the fort, so it is very easy for people to take the opportunity to enter."

Bullshit! Vils dared to make a bet with his baby Mosa's hands. This guy was clearly thinking about his little mermaid cub.

"What did I tell you to do?"

A cold voice interrupted Vils's thoughts. He pursed his lips in grievance and fished out a few crumpled papers from the messy garbage heap behind him. Noticing the man's calm gaze, Vils laughed dryly and smoothed out the paper, although the effect was negligible.

Coughing a few times to clear his throat, his face brightened up. His usually mischievous face turned out to be so cold and stern. "I've already found out the reason for the fire in the imperial city. It's not an accident, but someone made it …"

At this point, Vils paused, seeing that the person opposite him didn't have any reaction, he continued, "The fire source is a large shopping mall's storage room. According to the staff of the day, it was an electrical circuit that ignited and caused the explosion. However, according to my investigation over the past few days, I found a very suspicious problem. It was during the day's surveillance that the monitor lost its signal for three seconds. When you asked me to investigate this matter, I had already sent someone to take the monitor back to the investigation room to study it. Let alone the fact that someone really did find a clue, within the monitor, there was a drop of green mucus in a very inconspicuous place. After the chemotherapy, it has been confirmed to be the body fluids of the people of Moaz! "

With that, Vils closed his mouth and looked at the man.

The man rested an elbow on the table to support his face, his expression unreadable, and tapped the tabletop lightly with his index finger.

The sound was not soft, but it was rhythmic. In this gloomy atmosphere, the crisp sound of the knocks on the table was like a giant rock pressing against one's heart. With each knock, the knocks would sink.

Vils's heart was pounding. He couldn't figure out what Thunder Emperor was thinking at the moment.

After a long time, his finger stopped. As his hand stopped, Vils's heart also couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Un, I understand!"

Vils's eyes widened in disbelief, "Nothing else?"

"En!"

"Shouldn't you have a decision or something! Only I know? That's it?! "

What kind of reaction was this? Should he have made an opinion under normal circumstances? Or make a decision?

"Are you questioning me?"

His serene, deep eyes were calm and emotionless. However, Vils knew that there was danger hidden deep in the depths of his eyes. He shook his head, afraid that he would be hurt, "No, no!"

"En, before I return, please be careful on the battlefield. If you have anything, inform me immediately."

As soon as he said that, the light screen was disconnected.

The person far away in the galaxy was stunned for a few seconds before being able to react. He immediately stomped his feet in anger and roared, "You don't even want to come back!"

Silence returned to the room, and a faint silence surrounded the study.

The man sat on the black leather chair and rotated the wheel of the chair, facing the French windows. The tall building reflected the sunlight with dazzling light, and levitated vehicle s travelled quickly in the sky from time to time.

The golden rays of light shone through the French windows onto the man's body, coating it with a layer of golden light, causing the man's cold, hard silhouette to soften slightly.

Ripples of light flowed within his long and narrow eyes. That was a gaze that could see through everything.

Small Theatre:

One day, a certain Yu was sitting in the living room watching a TV show. His eyes lit up as he strutted across the table and announced with a wave of his small hand, "I want to attack the show industry!"

It just so happened that a certain man had just finished his work and was heading home when he heard these words. His face darkened as he walked over, picked up the big, bold mermaid, and carried her upstairs.

He patted the struggling guy's butt in a neither light nor heavy manner: "Before we attack the show industry, I'll attack you first!"