Ogata Shitou deliberately didn’t ntion Su Qiangwei’s na.
There were no previous ties or connections between them, nothing to really talk about in terms of causing trouble, it could only be called "probing."
However, this kind of probing was much more sophisticated than Li Xuanxun’s, not so off-putting.
After all, when he ntioned himself, he only said his na and didn’t ntion his codena.
Ogata Shitou even deliberately emphasized the minus sign in "S-".
This could be considered a form of self-deprecation...
The S-level superpower user from Australia who didn’t attend this eting loathes it when people refer to him with an S-level phrase.
The reason for his refusal to participate in this eting is so simple it’s hard for people to accept—this Australian S-level superpower user feels that the whole world is targeting him and deliberately lowering his overall evaluation.
He believes that even if he isn’t like "God" Gray, an S , he should at least be an S and not weaker than Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei.
A cowardly ostrich ntality, Ma Ran couldn’t be bothered.
Anyway, that guy will be an obscure nobody in the future, when he dies, all major dia will unanimously remain silent, with no news leaked out.
Presumably, the way he died wouldn’t be pleasant, not information that could be disclosed to the public.
In the online eting, Ogata Shitou didn’t show his face, rely delivering a Japan-flavored opening speech.
Upon hearing this familiar effeminate tone, Ma Ran, who was off-screen, couldn’t help but curl his lips.
This guy and Wu Di are polar opposites in terms of their pursuits and temperants.
Ogata Shitou’s father’s side is from the Extre Path Clan, while his mother’s side is from the Yin Yang Master Family (with no extraordinary abilities in the ancestors, only titular).
He was the center of attention from childhood, widely social, with many friends, but inwardly he detested communication with others desperately, longing for a world where dialogue and negotiation between people were unnecessary.
Before getting beaten up, Ogata Shitou would enthusiastically probe anyone he t, with endless little tricks appearing.
After getting a thorough beating, his deanor would change dramatically, becoming subordinate to whoever rescued him.
He’d never go west when told east, even if given a suicide mission, he’d carry it out without hesitation.
The most typical submissive personality.
As a chess piece...
Ma Ran reflected on the past, having to admit, this person was quite handy to use.
Ogata Shitou softly spoke again, "Ran Monarch, Mr. Gray, I’ve always been curious, which of you two is more..."
His words were abruptly cut off by a harsh duck-like voice.
"Ah Xi! As expected from the insidious land’s despicable scum! Even as a ’Yin Yang Master’, it’s still the sa deanor!"
"Even across a screen, I can sll the rotten sea stench emanating from you."
"Son of a bitch, what’s the point of going on about useless dostic trivialities?"
"Get to the point!"
"I don’t believe a word of what the ’Prophet’ ntioned earlier!"
"Everyone knows, a Fighting Spirit Ninth Rank is the limit, what is Twelfth Rank, that’s simply a joke! It must be fake, rigged with special effects!"
"Moreover, I’m not interested in things with too low a ceiling!"
"Rather, the thing called the ’Youwen Carrier Instrunt’ is actually an accidental research outco from South Korea."
"I hope the Chinese side will return it to its rightful owner soon."
That’s right!
The speaker was, once again, Li Xuanxun.
The previous mic grabbing was soone behind the scenes egging him on.
This ti it was his own idea.
Picking on honest people to the death—this was a behavior habit Li Xuanxun developed from his education since childhood.
The previous mic grab only resulted in a verbal warning, without any actual cost to pay.
Ogata Shitou, a dignified S-level superpower user, even if S-level, there aren’t many stronger than him on a global scale.
Yet this person talks far too ekly, exceedingly so!
Polite to the point of seeming cowardly, spineless, and bloodless!
Therefore, Li Xuanxun thought...
Perhaps he could go even further.
This would be a great opportunity to probe the limits of the "Prophet," "Yin Yang Master," and the forces behind them.
Ogata Shitou quietly logged off.
It seed like he didn’t want to get into a verbal tussle with Li Xuanxun.
But Ma Ran knew, given Ogata Shitou’s temperant, he was probably already contemplating how to have one of South Korea’s three stellar newcors, Li Xuanxun, "commit suicide" by being stabbed thirty-five tis and hacking off his limbs.
Perhaps due to too much influence from dark and gloomy youth comics, Ogata Shitou’s worldview could be summarized in one sentence—a villain with clear pursuits.
In Japan, Ogata Shitou appeared proper on the surface, but in private, his actions...
Could be described as viciously gnawing at bones, killing without end, extraordinarily ruthless!
In a past life, on Ma Ran’s "little broken boat," he was one of the few foreign "crew mbers," making him part of the sa camp, with no ideological conflicts, ending in a sowhat heroic manner.
If the coffin lid can pass judgnt...
Ogata Shitou has countless minor faults, yet he was a decent "crew mber."
Who knows which bear’s heart and leopard’s guts Li Xuanxun ingested to dare provoke multiple National Guardians simultaneously...
The translator was desperately trying to smooth things over for Li Xuanxun, speaking sweetly, with various politeness and humility, placing themselves in an extrely low position.
But everyone’s not a fool, even if they didn’t understand Korean, at least they could get what "Sibal" and "kesegi (son of a bitch)" ant.
Li Xuanxun didn’t give the translator a chance to shine, continuing, "According to our South Korean Extraordinary Research Bureau’s material comparison, it confirms [Evil Seed] Zhang Kuang has ninety-nine percent Korean blood."
"Zhang Yuhak, Jang Geun-suk, Zhang Nara... the surna Zhang has been an ancient Korean surna since fifty thousand years ago."
"I hope you know your place, and don’t forcefully stop the wandering son from returning ho."
"anwhile, the surna Lin of [Sword Master] Lin Qiubai also originates from..."
Slap!
A crisp sound.
A bright red handprint appeared on Li Xuanxun’s right face.
Then, his entire person soared into the air, completing a beautiful 360-degree spin.
Bang!
Li Xuanxun plumted to the ground.
It looked just like a pre-rehearsed acrobatic show.
"Who! Ah Sibal ah~!"
His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed, murderous energy emanating, the originally arrogant deanor instantly vanishing.
Li Xuanxun’s voice was no longer the previous duck-like tone, and while not pleasant, it at least returned to a normal person’s level: "Coward, stand out!"
"I know it’s definitely one of the attendees!"
After all, he’s still a young person, only having developed a thin skin, not yet thoroughly tempered, at his core remaining too impulsive.
If he had feigned injury, reinforcing the "victim" impression in others’ minds, the situation could have been vastly different, even directly reversing the scenario.
Unfortunately, Li Xuanxun isn’t the type to simply take a slap and let it go, imdiately spewing threats: "Even if you don’t stand out, I will get you out sooner or later!"
"This humiliation, I swear..."
Beep!
The South Korean side swiftly filled in with a newcor to handle standard crisis PR.
Apologies, grievances, condemnations...
A complete routine process was followed.
Then, the extraordinary ones from various countries started their discussions one after another, as if nothing had happened before.
"I wonder how everyone is dealing with the ’Lockhitamte South Stream Electromagnetic Waves’? Pure electronic equipnt failure isn’t a big problem, we still have backup ans, but adding this thing, it’s completely indefensible!"
"Are you referring to ’Class C Radiation’? This thing is indeed annoying!"
"Within the range of this radiation, chemical reaction patterns are chaotic, most chanical launch and detonation devices will fail as a result, and we don’t have great counterasures..."
In short, the participants involved in the following discussion were relatively older, with more professional and serious content.
...
In the Qinghai Academy VIP room.
Su Qiangwei slowly withdrew her hand that she slapped out, the cold smile on her face gradually fading.
In the situation just now, if she directly grabbed the mic and spat back at Li Xuanxun, it would only cause trouble for Ma Ran.
So words can’t be said.
So things can be done.
This was sothing she could clearly discern.
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