The FBI looked at the young man who looked pitiful, as if he were an angel on earth, and the growing number of people kneeling in front of each other.
fbi: fell into silence.
What's going on with this damn sense of holy light?
It felt like I was in a church rather than the scene of a terrorist act that had just occurred...
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." The young man who seemed to be shrouded in holy light one moment, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and coughed heartbreakingly.
The blood dripped along the fingers, which was shocking.
"His Royal Highness Noah——!!" A believer exclaimed.
"Master Xiuzhi——" the bodyguard subconsciously stretched out his hand.
"Xiu Zhi..." Haruhiko Oba looked anxious.
"Ahem...it's okay." The young man stopped coughing, took the handkerchief handed by the bodyguard and wiped his mouth and hands.
"I'm fine." The young man shook his head.
"It's really time to leave..." The young man's eyes narrowed slightly.
"My kind Father will guide me back to heaven." His eyes were compassionate and his tone was pious.
Forget it, people like me...
Insulated from heaven.
"Let's get back to the car first." Haruhiko Oba frowned and looked at him disapprovingly.
"Officer James, those who caused these things have been dealt with by Elland's bodyguards." Haruhiko Oba lost his smile.
"I want to take Xiuzhi back first." He suppressed his impatience and said in a calm and low tone.
"Sorry, you can't leave yet. Please explain clearly how you solved the problem." James Blake shook his head and refused.
"You...cough cough..." Haruhiko Oba wanted to say something, but couldn't help but cough.
"Don't worry, uncle." The young man turned towards him with a comforting smile.
"I'm fine." His tone was vague.
The next moment, his eyes became dazed and he fell down.
Akai Shuichi stretched out his hand to catch the person, and the next moment he was stared at by a group of unkind eyes.
"These damn FBI, if they hadn't stopped His Highness Noah from leaving..."
"Lord, please forgive the sins of those mortals."
"I actually offended His Highness Noah..."
The fanatics looked indignantly.
Akai Shuichi: Suddenly, I felt that the boy in my hand became extra heavy.
Shuichi Akai, who had worked as an undercover agent in the organization, did not panic at all when faced with the looks of these fanatical believers.
Even if he thought about it, his eyes would be much more murderous than theirs.
"Those terrorists are all dead." Haruhiko Oba motioned to the bodyguard to push him forward, and said to James Blake.
"It's just self-defense and counterattack." He interrupted and tried to say James Blake, his tone was gentle and unquestionable.
"If you have any questions, please contact Aland's legal department." He came to Akai Shuichi.
"Give me the person." He stretched out his hand.
Tsushima Shuji in a coma:...Do you want to...
No, I can't.
The young man woke up leisurely.
"...Uncle." The voice was weak.
Shuji Tsushima: I will never give you a chance to hug me!! Don’t even think about it!!
Don’t even think about taking pictures anymore!
"...Sorry to trouble you." He seemed to have just seen Akai Shuichi who was holding him up to prevent him from falling directly to the ground.
Then he stood upright.
But his whole body was trembling weakly.
"Xiuzhi, let's go back." Haruhiko Oba stretched out his hand to him.
Shuji Tsushima looked at his hands wearing white gloves, and then at his own hands also wearing a pair of black gloves.
Stretched out his hand.
"If there is a problem, the FBI will come to visit." James Blake said as he watched them leave.
"We're here for you at any time." The bodyguard pushed the wheelchair without stopping, and Haruhiko Oba didn't even look back, speaking in a gentle tone.
It's as if you are facing an ordinary customer.
The young man standing next to him did not look back and got into the car under the eyes of many believers.
The bodyguards who were staring at each other in a stalemate with the FBI also got into the car.
The convoy moved forward again.
"That man..." Akai Shuichi looked serious next to James Blake.
"Ah, he is not an easy person to get along with." James Blake said, watching the fleet of cars going away.
"Are all those terrorists dead?" he asked the others.
"After checking, they were all killed with one blow. It can be seen that the person who did it did not hesitate at all." An FBI replied.
"Oba Haruhiko..." James Blake recalled the capital tycoon sitting in a wheelchair.
…
"The Son of God descended in despair and bathed in the Holy Light..."
"Saved the fate of countless people..." Izayoi Mochizuki took out a notebook and a pen and wrote.
"I don't like this story," she said.
"What if that son of God disobeyed God's order and came to save the world?" Shuji Tsushima seemed to just mention it casually.
"Or... the Son of God comes bathed in the holy light and leads people into hell..." He lowered his eyes.
"What do you think?" He raised his head and stared at the girl, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
"Holy Son." Izayoi Mochizuki pursed her lips.
"I like this story." She suddenly laughed.
But he didn’t say which version of the story he liked.
[The omnipotent God brings disasters to the world]
[The angel broke his holy wings and turned into a mortal and came to the world]
[From now on, heaven is just a legend to him]
Izayoi looked at the moon and stopped writing.
"I'll just get off the car here." She motioned to the driver to stop at the hotel on the roadside.
"See you next time, good luck in the competition." She said to Shuji Tsushima, then turned around and got out of the car.
Tsujima Shuji was sitting in the car and looked away when he saw her walking towards the hotel.
"Alas..." Haruhiko Oba sighed deliberately.
Shuji Tsushima: His face was expressionless and he didn’t pay attention at all.
"Shuji is really popular with girls." Haruhiko Oba sighed with emotion.
"Miss Mochizuki has never looked at me." He shook his head helplessly.
"Hey~ when it comes to being popular with girls, I am absolutely confident." Tsushima Shuji said confidently.
"Yes." Haruhiko Oba sounded pleased.
"Xiuzhi is indeed perfect."
…
Shuji Tsushima doesn't have any bad feelings towards the boss.
Most of the time, the two of them get along very harmoniously.
Because when Tsushima Shuji committed suicide, the adoptive father would not stop him. He would only ask after Tsushima Shuji committed suicide, "Will you be happy if you do this?" "It would be great if you are happy."
Full of joy.
Even if Shuji Tsushima poisoned the vegetables, he would not change his expression and would only ask about the efficacy of the poison and what would happen after eating it.
Most of the time, the two of them get along very easily.
Except for some special persistence.
That boss is obsessed with sending clothes to Shuji Tsushima.
Obsessed with taking photos and saving them.
"Xiuzhi, come here and see, which outfit are you going to wear in tomorrow's qualifiers?" The man in the wheelchair turned to ask him.
Shuji Tsushima looked at the pile of clothes with an expressionless expression.
"...Neon will have team uniforms." He said calmly.
"Ah...this is really..." Haruhiko Oba seemed to be stunned.
"Xiuji can't compete in the clothes I prepared..."
"What a pity." He said sincerely.
"Yes." Tsushima Shuji nodded in agreement.
That's weird~
It’s so nice not to have to wear the clothes you prepared!