On the observation deck, General Wang's right foot was still stuck in front, and his left foot had just been lifted halfway, but he didn't know whether he should finish lifting it.

Why doesn’t she follow the routine?

The atmosphere has been heightened to this point. This is supposed to be the reason for two generals holding Othello to have a heart-to-heart talk in a place where no one can touch, show their ambitions and aspirations, and share each other's desires and obsessions.

The moment of recollection.

They can shake hands and make peace because their ideas are consistent, and they can fight each other because of their opposing stances, but only——

The only thing you can't do is start with "I can't drink".

But surprisingly, the king's hesitation did not last long. He chuckled a few times, as if he was generous enough to forgive the girl's offense.

"You are free to act crazy and act stupid, but the time is approaching twelve o'clock. Are you not worried at all that I will detonate Deadpool hidden in Tokyo?"

There was no emotion in his hoarse voice. He was a giant with authority and a king sitting on the throne. He would not expose his flaws through such despicable means.

On the other hand, the girl didn't seem to expect her nonsense to sway the enemy, so she raised her hands and shrugged indifferently.

"I don't care."

The girl answered immediately.

This too quick response made the general Wang pause, and he thought with interest.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, he has read a lot of information about girls, but this is the first time for him to have a direct conversation like this, and his first impression is——

This woman is so confused. What is she thinking about?

At this time, the rain was still falling, and under the dark clouds, Tokyo Tower turned into a golden cone pointing straight into the sky, as if a flaming sword was about to cut the sky. The girl turned her back to the burning fire and spoke.

"A place without sky and earth, neither in contact with the earth nor close to the sky. The conversations that take place here are secrets that neither humans nor God can hear."

"I have to say, this is very romantic, very sentimental, and very classy." The girl praised her, but suddenly she raised her arm, pointed at the king, and made a look like a grim reaper. A primary school student discovered the truth, and a junior high school student

The class teacher questioned the study committee member, and the e-sports anchor said in a loud voice as he guided the beginner disciples.

"But I have to ask you a question. What did this wave of operations reveal? If you can't answer it, then I can only give you zero points."

"...."

The prince's mask tilted his head in a playful manner, which was not cute, just artificial, and simply disgusting. Wang Jiang began to think about what the girl was crazy about, and he found that the girl's words seemed to have a magical charm, which made people involuntarily start to delve deeper.

Its meaning.

However, the more he thought about it, the less he came to a conclusion.

Is it implying that I am too arrogant to put the battlefield in a place like this?

Is he insinuating that he is too arrogant and just wants to challenge the elites of the eight Sheqi families one on one?

Or...

"I'm saying that you are too middle-aged and young, always thinking about making a big scene." The girl answered with a sincere face.

Silence, another silence.

The king straightened his official mask. He was frightened, unwilling, and a little bit ashamed and angry, but he didn't know where to start, let alone whether he should take up this topic.

He is the king who rules over all ghosts. His greatest weapon is nothing else but his wisdom that surpasses ordinary people, his heart that is calmer than the ice of Siberia, and his words and leadership that incite and manipulate people's hearts.

However, he didn't know how to communicate with the girl for a while.

This is different from the girl in the report, the girl his eyeliner saw. Her aggression is let go, and every word she speaks is aimed at other people's possessions, with the purpose of making people speechless.

Go.

Interesting.

How many people did the woman named Fujimaru Ritsuka capture with that mouth, and how many people did she play with, to have such a sense of oppression?

Under the king's increasingly curious gaze, the girl spoke calmly again.

"This is a very simple truth. Ninety-nine percent of genius crimes in the world come from the criminal's emptiness and emptiness in his own heart."

"They, you, think that they have rare talents but cannot develop them. They think that they are superior to others and want to show off, show off and show off themselves."

"A genius who is not recognized by others is not a genius, and a genius who is not widely anticipated and praised by all the stars is meaningless. Almost all genius criminals think about being caught when they commit crimes."

"Why did you choose the tallest building in Tokyo? Is it really just because it's private enough? Or do you think this place is enough to demonstrate your ability, status, and ambition."

"Let me guess - what are you thinking about."

The girl was talking eloquently, as if there were endless words in her mouth. Wang Jiangyou thought about interjecting, wanting to regain control of the situation and get the atmosphere back under his control, but he held it back. He seemed to really expect the girl to talk to him.

According to his own analysis, this was so ridiculous that it made him laugh. The king had never shown such leisurely elegance to any mixed race.

At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed at his temple and tapped it with the tip of his index finger.

"The most basic element of combat is to think from the perspective of others. If I were the leader of the demons, what would be the point of placing the conversation at the special observation deck of Tokyo Tower?"

"Then you will naturally think of the characteristics of this place, [cannot leave] and [no one can eavesdrop]. The former corresponds to the possibility that you will fight me here. Once you draw the knife, in this closed space with only one elevator

Inside, the power is cut off by you, and the two of us must fight to the death."

"But I quickly ruled out this possibility."

The girl's beautiful face remained calm and she said calmly.

"If the goal is simply to defeat Fujimaru Ritsuka, then there are too many methods."

"With your level of penetration into the Sheqi Eight Families, it is entirely possible for you to be an internal agent in this battle. In this case, it is impossible for me to confirm the explosives in the tower. No matter what means are used to block the exit, I

Both you and Miss Sakura will become trapped animals in a cage."

"Secondly, when I get to this special lookout, if you really just want to knock me down with fighting, then what you have to do is force Kazama Ruri to obey your orders and come to this place.

They're going to double-team me."

"Or maybe when Miss Sakura and I were rushing on the outer staircase, there were countless opportunities to take action."

Fujimaru Ritsuka spread his hands and said casually.

"I have considered all the above possibilities and made backup preparations, but you have not done so. This means that your purpose is not to have a real woman's 1v1 battle or a just group fight with me."
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"Then the only possibility left is that you want to have a conversation with me."

"This possibility contains two meanings."

"First, you can't wait to pour out your thoughts to others, to the person you feel qualified to listen to your plans and ambitions. You have a strong desire to show off. This is a disease that needs to be cured."

"Second, inviting enemy generals to show off under such circumstances means that you seem to have absolute confidence. Even if I attack you here, I won't be able to kill you, or you think that I will not attack you at all."

"The above two points, no matter which side we want to prove, need to be completed through dialogue. In other words-"

The girl paused.

"Detonating the Deadpool gang in Tokyo has been a bait that we have to take the bait from the beginning. And you had absolute confidence in the beginning to convince me to agree with you, understand you, and admire your thoughts?"

"Are you—planning to compete with me, Fujimaru Ritsuka, in conversation therapy?..."

"Pfft, cough, cough."

The girl suddenly made a strange noise, like a distorted sound that she originally tried to suppress but failed. It was long and twisted. The king looked at the girl calmly. He wore a mask of a public minister on his face and kept smiling meaningfully, but in that smile

The expression of the king general below is unknown.

He just waited for the girl to finally hold back her smile, then look up at him and say this.

"Okay."

"If you want to chat, I'm welcome to come. But because I'm in a hurry and my friend is still waiting for me below, so——"

Snap.

Fujimaru Ritsuka clasped her hands together and laughed suddenly. It was a smile without any warning, like flowers and trees piled with snow, surrounded by beautiful and graceful postures, charming with a delicate face, delicate and graceful, and extremely beautiful.<

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Chapter completed!