Chapter 2823 - 137: The Crownless Ones (Part 2)

While saying this, Motan had already removed the [Hundred Forms] that transformed his face into a common public appearance, revealing his true face and raising an eyebrow, "Foster, who claims to only be at the High-Order Pinnacle?"

Lian instinctively furrowed her brows. After all, it was the first time she had seen anyone speak to Foster like that. But recalling the other’s true identity, she felt at ease. After all, as Foster mentioned, the ’King’ before her was the most unfathomable person he had ever met, including herself, without exception.

"Indeed, Mr. Foster is only at the High-Order Pinnacle."

Foster shrugged, casually opened a folding fan that Motan previously gave him (inscribed with: Little Gao Fei’s Mom), and said in a light-hearted tone, "But as the Red Heart K of [Clown Brand], I do have slightly more means at my disposal. Of course, strictly speaking, I personally am indeed only at the High-Order Pinnacle level."

Motan nodded, concisely offering an honest appraisal, "That’s a load of crap."

"You’re too kind."

Foster remained unfazed, calm as a breeze.

"Speaking of which, I remember this young lady doesn’t know the extent of your abilities, does she?"

Motan lazily gestured with his chin towards Lian, fueling the flames, "Because you impulsively decided to come over and expose your power yet won’t be honest with your female companion of several years, that’s just not right..."

Lian just smiled serenely and didn’t say much.

Foster calmly explained, "On the night Lian joined us, I already updated her on the intelligence regarding the Red Heart K."

"Updated in bed?"

Motan raised an eyebrow and chuckled teasingly.

"I hope you maintain basic courtesy towards her."

There was a gleam in Foster’s glasses, and he continued calmly, "After all, you once personally told me that there’s no subordinate relationship between the cadres of Clown Brand and the King. We are just each fulfilling our duties."

Lian turned her head away, a trace of an imperceptible blush gracing her face.

"Allow me to be blunt, Foster, despite your vast knowledge, you don’t understand a girl’s heart."

Motan lazily stretched his body, sinking into the sofa like a flat soft mud monster, and said, "Trust me, even though it’s a relatively nasty and vulgar joke, if the subjects of the joke are you two, our Red Queen wouldn’t feel resisted and might even feel a tiny bit delighted, am I right? Lady."

At the end, he naturally directed his gaze towards Lian.

She just gave a gentle smile without offering a response.

"Your silence is consent."

Motan chuckled, unconcerned, then added to Foster, "Therefore, the offense doesn’t actually stand unless you think I’m truly offending you, which would be quite disrespectful to the Red Queen. You wouldn’t be that kind of person, dear Red Heart K?"

Foster was silent for a while before shaking his head with a helpless bitter smile, "I can’t argue against you."

"It’s normal; after all, your face is on your face, and my face is on... damn!"

Motan’s expression suddenly changed mid-sentence, becoming annoyed as he cursed, leaving Foster and Lian puzzled.

The reason was simple. What Motan was about to say closely mirrored, if not identically matched, what Double Leaf said to Hei Fan yesterday, which made him suddenly anxious upon realization.

"Let’s hurry up; we still have to go to the [Warfire League] site later."

Foster adjusted his glasses with his finger, picked up a red emergency note, glanced at it quickly, and said softly, "That place is already in chaos right now."

Motan raised an eyebrow, curious, "Why?"

"Are you pretending not to know?"

Foster glanced at Motan and said flatly, "The player Ramollok blatantly threw the game yesterday, stopping in the round of thirty-two, and your ’friend’ Hei Fan did not even show up at the competition today, only stating through the Dawn Saintess that he chose to quit due to illness. How could you not know this level of intel?"

Motan laughed heartily, then quickly sat up with a bright smile, "I know, but I think this kind of trouble for you is just a piece of cake, handling it is not too easy."

"Easy or not, it doesn’t mean I want to waste too much time here with you."

Foster didn’t deny Motan’s words, he just calmly said, "I am still the Student Union President of Dan Slave Military Academy and have a duty to ensure that the large scale events hosted by my school conclude successfully, so let’s leave idle chatter here."

"As you wish."

Motan got up listlessly and then smiled at Lian, his tone light, "So, let me introduce myself. My name is Tan Mo, an Otherworlder, founder of Clown Brand. My suit in the organization is [King], responsible for the overall operation, coordination, strategic direction, and macro-planning of the organization, and I’ve admired the [Death Angel] senior for a long time, especially your father, ’Ash Butterfly’, he’s revered in my heart like the continuous torrents of a river..."

"Hello, I am Lian·Yuan Rui."

The young lady couldn’t help but laugh, interrupting Motan’s long-winded praise and shook her head, "I don’t have much contact with my family, and my relationship with my father is average at best. So if you intend to get in touch with the Death Angel, I’m afraid you’re looking at the wrong person."

Motan compliantly stopped his flattery, but after a few seconds, he couldn’t help but laugh, "Do you believe that yourself?"

"No."

Lian shook her head comfortably and added, "But from what I understand about the Death Angels, although they won’t target Clown Brand because of me, they will only be my personal backing. In other words, even if Clown Brand is targeted or attacked by others, they would only protect me alone."

Motan clicked his tongue in amazement, "Oh, so in other words, not just me, even if Foster is attacked, your people would just be onlookers?"

"Theoretically so."

Hearing the term ’my people’, Lian blushed slightly and nodded, yet added, "But I would risk my life to save Foster, so he should be safe too."

"What kind of good deeds did you do in your past life?"

Motan grumbled, looking at Foster with dissatisfaction, "To meet such a perfect girl like our Red Queen."

"Whatever good deeds, I probably wouldn’t know this lifetime. So, now that we’ve made introductions... let’s get to business."

Foster replied casually then closed the folding fan, looking intensely at Motan, "What is your relationship with that Black Vatican Priest? Why does he know even about the existence of [Clown Brand] and that Lian is Red Heart K, a recent event? Are there any outsiders aware of our organization’s matters? I hope you can be transparent with us two cadres."

"Though I have a hundred reasons to say nothing and still have you both convinced, well..."

Motan impatiently scratched his ear and said lightly, "In a sense, the Black Vatican Priest is one of my most intimate friends, so close that there are no secrets between us, even knowing what color of underwear the other is wearing today. Yes, of course, we are both straight; I believe he truly likes Forget Language."

Foster nodded slightly, continuing to question, "Then?"

"Then, he is not an outsider to [Clown Brand]. If this thing is our crown..."

Motan casually took out his JOKER lighter symbolizing his identity, and said lightly, "Then the Black Vatican Priest is the Crownless King of [Clown Brand]."

"Then besides him, there’s..."

"One, besides the Black Vatican Priest, there’s one more Crownless King in [Clown Brand]."

"... ..."

"However, no worries, you only need to recognize ’me’ as the person."

"Though I have no objection, I still have to ask, is that really alright?"

"It’s not about whether it’s alright or not. In fact, I hope you will definitely do it that way."

Chapter 1337: End

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