The huge wave sweeping the anime world

The masked man broke off one of the golden statue's hands with his bare hands and threw it on Stussy's desk.

"As expected of you, the 'Queen of Fun Street'. Even the statues in your room are so magnificent. Who would have thought that someone of your status would be a member of our CP0?"

Without even raising his head, the man skillfully found a bottle of drink of unknown brand from the kitchen in the suite and drank it all in one gulp.

"If you want to do the same, it's very simple. I'll ask the general manager to make you a gold-plated loudspeaker. You can use it to shout what you just said outside for a few days, and you will be rich and powerful."

Every time the Five Elders gave her a task, they would always send out this lunatic, which made her exhausted.

The reason why he was called a psychopath was that every time this madman would not contact her through Den Den Mushi but would come to her in a swaggering manner. No matter what the time, he would not care whether it would cause irreparable consequences.

Fortunately, he also has such capital. Among this year's CP0, his strength is the only one that she has always been unable to see through.

"I have to find another lobby manager. Can't you be more low-key and come in through the back door in the dead of night?"

The position of hall manager was nothing. Once it became vacant, her waitresses would scramble for the position like crazy. She was not at all worried about the subsequent trouble of dealing with the female manager who saw the man coming.

What made her regretful was the loss of a well-trained waitress for no reason. This was one of the foundations of her Happy Street.

"Don't worry, that female manager is pretty. You're being a little too heartless."

The masked man took off his mask, revealing a severely burned face. The scars extended to his neck and were covered by the large collar of his coat.

But the look in his eyes was not of a request but of amusement, and it seemed that what he had just said was purely for the sake of conversation, rather than out of affection as he claimed.

"If we hadn't known each other, I would really like to kill you. Wearing my secret operation mask and clothes embroidered with my special logo, do you think my spy career is too long?"

Stussy stopped applying nail polish and stared at his burned colleague with cold eyes. His murderous intent was fully revealed. The room on the second underground floor, which was already a bit cold, suddenly dropped in temperature.

The burned man seemed not to feel any of this, or he was not worried at all whether Stussy would kill him.

He looked at Stussy and smiled with satisfaction, as if he had achieved a partial victory.

"Your aura is very strong. Keep up the strength. I believe you will wait until the day you kill me."

"By the way, you're not doing a very good job as a spy. Haven't you heard about the underground auction house in the Kingdom of Saint John?"

He dragged a wingback chair from the suite and sat down opposite Stussy.

"I heard that a rear admiral with a strong sense of justice led the G2 division to blast open the ground, hacked to death that rotten kid who was obsessed with art all day, and took away all the inventory in the underground auction house. Among them were the two girls of a special race that I ordered. How could I not know about it?"

The trouble caused by Vashto was a small big event, and most ordinary people who paid attention to the news reports knew about this rising star.

What's more, as the actual victim, she was even more impressed by this troublemaker who ruined her plans.

"Why don't you move this set to another place? Aren't you afraid that the messenger of justice will break into your room one day and cut you in two? No, you are so beautiful. Maybe our navy boys will show mercy and leave you with an intact body, or let you go after spending a night with you."

The burned man pulled the tea next to Stussy towards himself and observed the tea leaves soaked in water.

"That day will never come. Just like he rescued the artworks in the warehouse, so what? Those people were already dead, and his passionate blood only saved cold corpses. And the two girls he robbed from me were also taken back by me through special channels. It just cost me some more time and connections. Apart from killing a little prince who was having too much fun, he didn't cause any ripples."

Stussy didn't pay attention to the offensive actions and remarks of the burned man, and took out her lipstick packet to touch up her lipstick.

"Yes, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't change this cruel world."

The burned man picked up a tea leaf that had been soaked until it became soft and threw it on the ground, then leaned back in the chair, looking as if he was thinking about something.

"What a pity! That little prince was quite useful to me, but he was killed so easily."

"Is he a peripheral member of the CP organization?"

Stussy had the impression that none of the CP0 she had seen had the same body shape as the little prince.

"Of course not. I have never seen the little prince. However, artists are attracted to each other. I have seen his works of art, so I can say that I have met him halfway."

"You probably don't know, do you? I like to dance with the dead. Compared to swallowing the incomplete beauty of the Little Prince, I like the complete bodies, and then turn them into a dramatic path, and put them into the chapter of destiny that I have already written for a grand performance."

The burned man raised his head and stared into Stussy's eyes. His eyes seemed to be examining, satisfied, and full of desire.

"If the Queen of Happy Street favors me, I believe my performance will be even more magnificent."

Stussy was speechless. Her first judgment was indeed correct. The burned man was indeed a psychopath, and his illness was serious.

"You're kidding. You and I are colleagues serving the World Government. How can I bear to fight against my own people?"

"It's a pity that I'm not free after joining the system. I can't build my death drama kingdom as I imagined."

The Burned Man envied everything Stussy had achieved now. If CP0 had sent him out on an undercover mission, he could have used the secret power of the World Government to build a country similar to Stussy's just like Stussy did.

There is no need for it to be like this now, just serving as a microphone to pass information up and down.

"I hope you can remember everything you said and hold back your ambitions. Otherwise, although the waters around Happy Island are not dangerous, there are many reefs. Most ordinary ships without nautical charts will be lost here. I don't want my companions who fought shoulder to shoulder with me in the past to be lost so easily on this shoal."

Stussy flicked his finger, and the teacup that the burned man had snatched was smashed to pieces by the force.

The polite moment of being nice is over, and any further would be a cliff.

"Don't be so angry, Master Stussy, haven't you heard that the bigger the temper, the smaller the breasts? Well, you shouldn't consider this issue. After all, you are old enough and your growth has stopped long ago."

"What did you say?"

The lipstick in Stussy's hand slid across the burned man's face, leaving a bloody mark.

"Orders from the Five Elders"

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the burned man quickly took out the Five Elder Stars to use as his shield.