Chapter 296: Chapter 191: The Joy of One Husband and One Wife, Applauding for Love and Passion_2

But the more he pondered, the more Andre sensed something was amiss, yet he couldn’t articulate what exactly was wrong.

"Andre, I think you’ve gotten senile."

Although Warton was smiling, there was an unmistakable sarcasm in his tone: "Mr. President may have mentioned this Changchun Temple from Dragon Country, but what’s the use? Surely you don’t actually believe in God."

God might really exist!

Andre waved his hand, not bothering to retort, but calmly said: "Whether God exists or not, I don’t know, but I do know he doesn’t have an aircraft carrier."

"However, we still need someone to scout out Changchun Temple."

Before Warton could nod, Andre abruptly changed his tone, speaking with firm authority: "Assign your multifaceted agent to investigate it, at the very least, it won’t be a waste of Mr. President’s painstaking effort."

Warton shook his head with a smile, not rejecting outright, but lighting a cigar, surrounded by the smoke: "You sure know how to choose, the moment you speak, you steal away my most elite warrior."

Andre was not surprised, rhythmically tapping the table: "At the parliament meeting in two days, I’ll have my people vote entirely in favor of your proposal."

Walt beamed brightly, still remaining unchanged: "You know, training an agent with special skills is quite rare, especially in Dragon Country. I even plan to have her use allure to seduce the influential people in Dragon Country."

Andre said solemnly: "Before the meeting begins, I can guarantee that half of those opposing you won’t make it there. That’s my utmost sincerity for you, Mr. Warton."

"Oh, my dear friend, you see, you’re being distant. If you hadn’t reminded me, I’d have almost missed Mr. President’s specific mention of Changchun Temple."

Warton blew out a puff of smoke, revealing his trademark fake smile: "For such a formidable enemy, naturally we’ll send out our best warriors."

"Hmm." Andre wrinkled his nose, though he disdained such tactics, but seeking a favor, he pretended not to notice.

"When you dispatch her, make sure she finds the Divine Invitation Incense while scouting Changchun Temple, and ensure she brings it back!"

Warton shook his head, still wearing the fake smile: "Whatever General Andre arranges will surely be right, I’ll make sure to instruct her."

Hearing that, Andre finally leaned back slightly against the chair, but his expression remained grave, pondering something.

Regarding Dragon Country people, Warton considered himself knowledgeable, after all, he had dealt with the War Deception Bureau all his life. Though he couldn’t claim total understanding, he knew them well enough.

Dragon Country people say something is possible, then it’s impossible. They say something is impossible, then it might actually be possible, truth and lies intertwine.

Therefore, Warton firmly believed there surely was Divine Invitation Incense in Changchun Temple!

It’s just a matter of stirring public curiosity, then waiting to sell at a high price.

Such tactics used by capitalists from free countries are hardly worth mentioning.

...

Across the ocean on the other side, the multifaceted spy, codenamed "Ghost Face," had accepted the mission and had already arrived at Changchun Temple.

The screen on her phone was showing Ning An’s live broadcast.

With Ning An not at home, it was undoubtedly the perfect chance for the scouting mission of Changchun Temple!

"Dragon Country people without vigilance, ridiculous!"

Ghost Face glanced at the wide-open doors, which only bore a small note similar to a leave notice, and sneered.

Then, she swaggered in, beginning her scouting mission. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

...

"If you ask me, that rich boyfriend was just impulsive this time. Even if Cui Xiaoxiao is a green tea, a slut, he shouldn’t have beaten her up in front of so many people. That way, he’ll end up paying money and going to jail."

"Brother, I beg to differ. I’d say he’d face no consequences. He merely cursed a bit verbally, didn’t hit or threaten. Why should he be jailed?"

"Well, that spirited young lady..."

"Did you see her communicate with him? The spirited young lady claims she couldn’t stand aside seeing injustice."

"Damn, can it really be like that?!"

"You don’t understand the world of the wealthy. It’s already a very superficial play. But perhaps they intend for us to understand, since if the play were more sophisticated, it would be more perplexing to us and less satisfying to them."

In the live chat room, viewers continued discussing the previous incident.

The breadth of the conversation was almost as if they were boasting grandly after drinking.

Ning An too glanced at the chat, occasionally keeping an eye to answer interesting comments, maintaining a harmonious atmosphere.

Suddenly.

Ning An swiftly lifted his head, looking towards the direction of Changchun Temple.

"Did someone enter the woodshed?"

The system’s Ghost-Collecting Incense, aside from doubling luck, also doubles bad luck, plus unexpectedly serves a warning function.

If anyone with deficient virtue comes within ten meters of the Ghost-Collecting Incense, it trembles with excitement, then stiffens up eagerly.

To avoid such situations, Ning An would throw the Ghost-Collecting Incense won from the lottery into the woodshed, since it was located in the deepest part of the temple, and even tourists seldom considered entering a dilapidated woodshed.

"Who on earth could it be?"

Unable to figure it out, Ning An decided to stop overthinking, abandoning the idea of walking back to the temple, casually hailing a taxi towards Changchun Temple.

...

Meanwhile at Changchun Temple.

Ghost Face wore a scowl, continually sifting through the firewood on the ground, as if beneath the dust-covered wood was hidden treasure.

"No, no, still nothing..."

Her heart already felt weary, so she plopped onto the ground, ready to rest for a while.

"Damn it, where has he hidden the treasure? According to Dragon Country TV dramas, don’t they love to hide treasures in places like this?"

Ghost Face’s forehead had a thin layer of sweat, she panted heavily, feeling numb inside.

But it cannot be solely blamed on her.

A dozen years ago, Dragon Country started prioritizing the conservation of green waters and mountains, prohibiting the use of living trees as firewood, subsequently introduced natural gas which most people didn’t comprehend.

In Dragon Country’s rural areas, many people clung on to conservative yet aggressive views, believing the country was seizing the chance to exploit the masses.

So, many hurriedly cut trees to gather firewood before the policy implementation, Ning An’s master being no exception.

Truth be told, practicing self-restraint proved effective, in just a dozen days, Ning An’s master collected what took an average person half a year, piling them in the woodshed.

But later, the villagers altered their stance, abandoning firewood for natural gas.

After all, it just requires a spark, who wouldn’t choose hassle-free natural gas over risking jail by laboring to chop trees?

Like a fool, spending a day, worn out, laborious against time and effort, isn’t as convenient as natural gas.

Thus, the amassed firewood became redundant, left in the woodshed for decades without being touched.

Not to mention how many pests reside within, mere rain absorption rendered the wood heavier by the pound, even an ordinary person dismantling a few would be exhausted, let alone Ghost Face who scouted half of it—a real woman warrior indeed.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Just as she readied to search again post-rest, her phone suddenly issued an alarm.

"Damn, returned so quickly."

The "Wall-Facer" exploiting the lack of integrity mapping loophole, easily tracks Ning An’s precise location via phone IP detection.

Witnessing the approaching red dot, Ghost Face remained calm despite irritation.

She swiftly retrieved an array of tools from her bag, meticulously adjusting in front of the mirror.

Upon lifting her head again, the former Ghost Face vanished, replaced by the charming visage of an East Asian woman.

Ghost Face gazed at the mirror reflecting herself akin to Yang Mi, smirking wryly:

"Little Daoist, as long as you prefer women, you won’t escape the clutches of this lady!"