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Could this cat be the one Yukino secretly kept?
"Is that Yukino Yukinoshita?" Fang Yan asked again when he saw Yukino Yukinoshita's bewildered expression.
"Ah!?" Yukinoshita Haruno looked incredulous, her eyes fixed on the cat, and said somewhat absentmindedly, "This cat's eyes really do look like Yukino's!"
My adorable Yukino has turned into a cat! What am I going to do? Yukinoshita Haruno says she can't accept this!
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Chapter 191
"Yeah, I know it's hard for you to accept, but it really is Yukino Yukinoshita!" Fang Yan smiled and said, "Yukino Yukinoshita must usually annoy you a lot, don't you want to go up and masturbate a few times?"
"Petting Yukino?" Yukinoshita Haruno's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she walked over to Yukinoshita Yukino. However, this time, Yukinoshita Yukino was wary. To this day, Yukinoshita Yukino has not forgotten that she was lifted up by Fang Yan and had many things seen by him.
Although this was only in her cat form, Yukino Yukinoshita was still somewhat conflicted inside.
But Yang Nai, the Great Demon King, is still Yang Nai, the Great Demon King. He easily grabbed "983" Yukino Yukinoshita, hugged her in his arms, and then squinted at Fang Yan and asked, "So what's wrong with our Yukino?"
Is there anything else you can do to solve this? We are your servants now; you can't just ignore us, can you?
Although Yukino Yukinoshita is cute when she turns into a cat, Haruno Yukinoshita could not possibly stand by and watch her younger sister like this.
"Was I cursed or blessed? I think it was mostly a blessing!" Fang Yan glanced at Yukinoshita Haruno. Was this woman forcing him?
Sure enough, some proud women are proud to the core. But no, Yukinoshita Haruno shouldn't usually be like this. She's a very shrewd and sophisticated woman; she wouldn't normally act like this.
Now it's their family that's clinging to me, not the other way around. To be precise, it's the Yukinoshita family that's clinging to me.
Instead of Fang Yan demanding that they become his servants.
Seemingly realizing her mistake, Yukino Yukinoshita said apologetically to Fang Yan, "I'm sorry, I was too hasty before and offended you with my words. Please forgive me!"
Fang Yan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care. He knew Yukinoshita Haruno quite well, and he was just worried about his younger sister. Normally, Yukinoshita Haruno was very tactful and wouldn't offend him.
Actually, Fang Yan's opinion of Yukinoshita Haruno is much better than that of Yukinoshita Yukino. Without a doubt, Yukinoshita Haruno would be a pretty good tool.
She could even do many things for Fang Yan.
"As for Yukino's situation, let's wait and see. Since they've turned Yukino into a cat, they obviously can't let things continue like this. Sooner or later, they'll come looking for Yukino. When that happens, we'll consider how to solve this problem!" Fang Yan continued after thinking for a moment.
"But is this really okay?" Yukinoshita Haruno looked at Yukinoshita Yukino with concern. How could she not worry when her younger sister had turned into a cat?
"You can leave her here. At least I don't think anyone can cause trouble under my nose!" Fang Yan chuckled. He was now somewhat confident in his own strength.
"That's good. I'll have to trouble you with Yukino during this time!" Yukinoshita Haruno said after hesitating for a moment.
Then her gaze swept over Erina Nakiri and Mai Sakurajima. These two women seemed to have a rather unusual relationship with Fang Yan. Sure enough, Fang Yan wasn't so principled after all!
However, this is not incomprehensible. After all, Fang Yan's family background destined him to be extraordinary. Many problems of young masters from powerful families have appeared in Fang Yan. Isn't this a normal problem?
Moreover, Fang Yan also possesses other special abilities...
"Hmm!" Fang Yan nodded slightly. He didn't need to put his mind to it. Chansey and Miltank could take care of Yukino Yukinoshita.
Besides, Yukino Yukinoshita is a grown woman; she should be able to take care of herself.
"As for my mother, I won't tell her yet. Do you have a way to resolve Yukino's problem within a month?" Yukinoshita Haruno then looked intently at Fang Yan and asked.
"A month? That should be fine!" Fang Yan said after a moment's thought.
A month is enough for Fang Yan to do a lot. He has only had great strength for a little over half a month.
Give him another month, and who knows how much Fang Yan's strength will have grown by then.
Although the strength of the other guys will also grow in this month, especially those so-called gods whose power is constantly recovering, Fang Yan is confident that his strength will improve even faster than their recovery speed.
"That's good. Given my mother's personality, since she contacted Yukino a while ago, she probably won't contact Yukino again in the next few days. Even if she has doubts about Yukino's situation, she will ask me for information. However, she will basically see Yukino once a month!" Yukinoshita Haruno said with a slight sigh of relief.
Of course, she also had some ulterior motives. Although it was risky, she knew that Fang Yan would not ignore Yukino Yukinoshita.
(The author reads novels before bed, and recently has been reading some detective novels, which has made him a bit paranoid. After all, his house is quite big, and although he has installed surveillance cameras, he always feels like there's something wrong here or there...)
Chapter 192
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" After Yukino Yukino left, Fang Yan went to the other side and pressed the doorbell.
"Who is it?" Vermouth's voice came from inside, but she still opened the door. What came into view was a burst of white, which made Fang Yan squint his eyes.
"Why is it that every time I come over, you're taking a shower?" Fang Yan said to Vermouth with a strange expression.
"Hmph! I don't know either!" Belmod said, welcoming Fang Yan into the house. This woman didn't seem to care that there was another man in the house.
Instead, she displayed her charm in front of Fang Yan.
Even Fang Yan had to admit Vermouth's charm, even though this woman was very likely an old lady.
"You're back so early?" Vermouth took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a satisfying puff before asking.
30 “Well, if there’s nothing to do, I came back early. After all, there’s not much to do in the Kansai region, and it’s not exactly a vacation spot!” Fang Yan chuckled.
If it were to go to the beach, Fang Yan wouldn't mind staying for a while longer. Although it's important to work hard to become stronger, wouldn't life become meaningless if one didn't enjoy life in order to become stronger?
Fang Yan really likes beach beauties. Whether it's Mai Sakurajima or Erina Nakiri, their figures are top-notch among their peers.
Go to a place like that, feel the sea breeze, bask in the sun, and see some girls—life couldn't be better.
There's also surfing. Fang Yan wasn't very good at controlling his body before. He had learned to surf, but he wasn't very good at it. But if he tried surfing now, Fang Yan was confident that he could definitely do things that ordinary people couldn't imagine.
“Indeed, if it’s for a vacation, Izu is better!” Vermouth agreed, “Of course, the north is also nice.”
"How's the renovation of my house going?" Fang Yan asked again.
"Just a few more days! We're working on it as quickly as possible, and if you're planning to move in, it's best to wait a while, since formaldehyde and such are things to be mindful of!" Vermouth thought for a moment and then reminded him, "Vodka is very capable in this area; his work efficiency is higher than everyone else's."
Last time, you damaged the utility pole downstairs. It would have taken at least a week to fix, but Vodka fixed it in just two hours!
"Tsk tsk, pretty impressive!" Fang Yan couldn't help but praise him. His previous impression of Vodka was that he was the silly goose next to Gin and his personal driver, or that sunglasses were Vodka's true identity and that no one could recognize him once he took off his sunglasses. Now it seems that Vodka also has his own advantages!
Who wouldn't like a subordinate like that? He's capable, though not very bright, but his execution is excellent, and he's honest and obedient!
Hmm, is it a bit too much to describe an assassin as honest and obedient?
"Oh, by the way, I've specially prepared some gifts for you this time, so don't thank me too much!" Vermouth then said mysteriously to Fang Yan, as if she had just remembered something.
"A gift?" Fang Yan looked at Vermouth suspiciously. He had a bad feeling that this woman might come up with something unusual.
“I’m sure you’ll like it!” Vermouth chuckled, then narrowed her eyes. “By the way, your cooperation with the Metropolitan Police Department…”
"Well, a set of cultivation techniques, in exchange for some identities. Actually, it's not just here, it's also available on the mainland. Do you want it? If you need it, you can practice it, but the cultivation speed will be very slow!" Fang Yan didn't hide this fact. Given the relationship between the Black Organization and the Metropolitan Police Department, it would be strange if the organization didn't know.
"Is that so? Should I start cultivating?" After thinking for a moment, Vermouth asked Fang Yan.
The Metropolitan Police Department has already started promoting the martial arts techniques, so it wouldn't be too difficult for the distillery to obtain them.
At least it wouldn't be too difficult for Vermouth to obtain it. This world is becoming increasingly unfamiliar, and Vermouth wants to make some changes; otherwise, she might truly be left behind by this era.
She disliked the organization before, mainly because it was too chaotic, with agents causing trouble everywhere. Staying there would be a death sentence!
Moreover, she felt that within the organization, who knew when she might be finished?
She hoped there was a silver bullet that could take down this organization. Even if it was just to scam funding, she didn't want it to be specifically targeting their organization to fleece them!
But now the situation is different. She feels that it's better to have some background or identity, otherwise, this world is too dangerous.
"If you want to cultivate, it would be better to start!" Fang Yan thought for a moment and said, "At most, cultivation will be a little slower, but there are no downsides! If you cultivate to a higher level, you can even maintain your youthful appearance!"
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Chapter 193
"My appearance remains unchanged, do I really need to worry about that?!" Vermouth chuckled. "With your abilities, you should know that I took the very first batch of medicine!"
Fang Yan nodded slightly: "If you have time, you should practice it. It can't hurt. Those are just some very basic things. Even if you come across stronger techniques in the future, you can switch to those. The techniques I've provided have a high degree of compatibility with most other techniques."
There's no need to waste time and effort relearning everything later!
"Couldn't you give me something better?" Vermouth asked, her eyes fixed intently on Fang Yan.
She has never been a woman who was content with mediocrity; otherwise, she wouldn't have become a star.
Deep down, she longed to be better than everyone else.
"You're not qualified yet!" Fang Yan said after a moment's thought. "I don't trust you enough!"
"Not enough trust?" Vermouth shook her head with a wry smile. "At this point, I don't even know how to evaluate you. If you want to do something, you can easily control me through your own means, right? I don't believe you lack the confidence to control me!"
Yet they insist on manipulating people's hearts to control them. But sometimes, the human heart is the most complex thing; sometimes, people are very capable of betraying others!
"And then?" Fang Yan shrugged noncommittally: "Perhaps you are right, but I believe in people's hearts, or more precisely, I believe in my own personal charm."
"..." Vermouth looked at Fang Yan speechlessly. Personal charm? Perhaps, she didn't know how to comment on it.
Perhaps he was a bit overconfident, but it could also be a sign of confidence in his own abilities.
However, upon closer reflection, if Fang Yan is truly confident that his people will not dare to betray him, then his strength must be even greater than what they currently see. As far as the organization knows, Fang Yan's strength is indeed very powerful, and at present, they have no idea where Fang Yan's limit lies.
Fang Yan has not been injured so far and has always appeared to be in complete control. They thought Fang Yan had reached his limit, but every time, the strength that Fang Yan can show is stronger than they imagined.
"By the way, he wants to ask you if you know about those special insect-like monsters across the ocean?" Vermouth suddenly asked again.
"You got the information from the FBI too? Well, that makes sense, considering you were set up by agents from various countries, it's normal for you to know those things!" Fang Yan nodded thoughtfully: "What, you want to study the Zerg?"
"So you really know about that kind of thing?" Vermouth looked at Fang Yan knowingly. "Actually, it's mainly because I wanted to ask. After all, the special ability of those insect monsters is to transform and disguise themselves as humans, right?"
My specialty is disguise, and some people suspect that I'm actually one of those monsters in disguise!
Towards the end, she chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"..." Fang Yan was also speechless. Vermouth was transformed from an alien insect?
It's fortunate that those people guessed correctly; could this be considered a compliment to Vermouth's disguise skills?
“However, can you get your hands on those monsters? I know best how dangerous they are. If we don’t deal with them soon, they’ll be a huge problem sooner or later!” Vermouth then added.
"If I encounter them in front of me, I can take action against them, but I can't possibly run to the other side of the ocean. Anyway, it's not us who will suffer!" Fang Yan chuckled, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
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