Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen!-Chapter 295: Trick Each Other, Deceive Each Other!

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Trick Each Other, Deceive Each Other!

"Logan Latio," Turing spoke, his voice had an electronic tone. "You’re more cautious than I expected. You didn’t fight Black directly. You’re very calm."

Logan took out an encrypted communicator and a half-burned secret letter from his space ring and placed them on the metal table. "If these things were made public, they would only make Black desperate."

"As long as I still have them, Black won’t sleep a single night." Logan tapped the table with his fingers and smiled. "Why would I give him a quick death? Let me slowly torture him, and make him my sharpening stone. Isn’t that better?"

When Turing heard Logan actually compared Black to his own sharpening stone, his data flow in the eyes suddenly surged wildly.

He extended an arm made of electricity, touched the letter, and read a lot of information.

Soon, Turing’s voice had a broken delay: "Black... secret agreement with the Congo family... and the plane teleportation map... He dared to join the Eye of Power? Intending to take all the resources of the Lost World by himself?"

The evidence was clear, but Logan interrupted Turing. "I don’t suggest exposing it in public now," he reminded. "It’s better to strike once and for all. Black has three family allies in the committee. Acting rashly could start a civil war among the Pinocchini leaders."

Turing’s data body gradually stabilized, and he slowly nodded. "I agree with you, Logan. I will start an internal investigation and keep Black under control for now."

"Three days later, the Dream Banquet. All thirteen families and eight companies will attend. It’s the best stage to show our strength."

"At the banquet, I’ll let him expose himself." Logan put the map away and looked relaxed.

Turing’s scanning waves swept over Logan’s body. He frowned. "But your current strength seems a bit hard to handle... Although you have 36-star marks... you’re not a Saint. Plus, your teammates are heavily restricted by the plane."

At this, Turing advised, "Black has joined forces with three 35-star elders from the Congo family and some Shadow Stealth users. His power is stronger than yours."

"So I need three days," Logan stood up, admitting Turing’s analysis. "Don’t act rashly for now. Let them think I’m still in the dark. I need time."

Turing’s data body nodded slowly. "Okay. Three days later, I will attend the banquet myself."

Turing’s data body turned into small blue lights and disappeared.

Three hours later, in the Pinocchini hub area, at the task hall.

Logan walked into the hall with Jessica and Taliban behind him.

Here, scouting teams from different families were queuing up to submit their tasks. The place was noisy.

The staff behind the counter looked up. "Next, the Dawn Blade scouting team."

Jessica stepped forward and placed the recorder and three space bags on the counter. "Abyss collection mission, A-level. Submitting the results."

The staff took the recorder lazily and inserted it into a general reader.

As the data flowed on the screen, his expression changed from lazy to shocked.

"This!" The staff’s voice suddenly became sharp. "Dawn Blade... their collection is three times that of the second place! Five high-purity energy crystals, three lightning cores. They’ve broken the history record!"

Soon, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

A man in an energy company uniform quickly walked over, smiling widely. "Logan, the company is willing to pay a high price for those lightning cores. The price is negotiable..."

"Not selling," Logan refused directly. "These materials have other uses."

The energy company representative’s smile froze on his face. He left awkwardly.

A man in a black uniform, with the committee emblem on his chest, walked out from the crowd. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He was around thirty, with a dark gaze, and his energy fluctuated around 28 stars. He coldly watched Logan.

"Logan Latio." he said, "I represent the committee and question the authenticity of your mission results."

As he spoke, he looked Logan up and down. "You’re just a new C-level scouting team. How could you complete this level of collection? Unless... you cheated!"

Logan turned and calmly stared at him.

In his [Seeing the Future] vision, he saw the man’s blinking frequency and slight tremor in his fingers.

"You have questions? You can ask Turing-sama," Logan said, his voice not loud but clear enough for the whole hall to hear. "Or you can check it yourself. I’d be happy to show you the way... if you dare."

The observer’s face turned pale, and his fingers unconsciously moved toward the weapon on his waist.

"I will report my doubts to the top of Pinocchini!" He sneered and turned to leave. The staff member at the counter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly processed the paperwork: "Mission confirmed. Points have been added. Congratulations, Dawn Blade, you have been promoted to B-level scouting team..."

Logan didn’t care about this. He turned and left with Jessica and others.

At the same time, on the top floor of the Dream Committee building.

Turing’s data body appeared in a hologram. On the other side were three investigators in high-ranking committee uniforms.

Their energy fluctuations were all over 30-star.

"Start a secret investigation into the remaining forces of the Brutus family," Turing said coldly. "War Hammer has been exiled, but his old followers are still active. Also, monitor all of Black’s communications. Don’t scare him away."

The lead investigator nodded. "Understood. But if Black finds out..."

"He won’t," Turing’s data flashed. "At least before the banquet, he’ll still think he’s the hunter."

Thirteenth District, basement of Red Star Forge.

Gwen had already put on a white lab coat. Her fingers, still covered in corrosive liquid, moved quickly over the alchemy equipment.

She dropped the scavenger’s corrosive liquid into a special test tube.

White smoke rose from the test tube.

Gwen frowned and quickly adjusted the formula, adding a drop of Federation extraction agent. "The pH is off... need to neutralize the poison, but keep the power that stimulates Mental Power..."

Bobbi stood nearby, her 22-star energy flowing.

She held a drink. "Gwen, you’ve been working for six hours straight. Take a break."

Gwen’s eyes were full of bloodshot. "No. Logan哥哥 needs this stabilizer."

She dropped a drop of the improved liquid into the test tube.

The liquid turned clear blue, with a faint herbal scent.

Gwen smiled, tired but excited. "The prototype worked... now I need to do a lot of tests..."

On the ground, Logan stood on the roof of the forge, looking toward the committee building.

He knew that Black was now in that building, dealing with different forces, preparing for the trap three days later.

And he was ready too.

...

Two days later, Red Star Forge.

Turing’s hologram appeared in the factory area. "The committee officially confirmed that War Hammer Brutus has been exiled to the border of Lost World. His gene lock is permanently sealed. His power dropped from 30-star to 21-star. He is banned from returning to Pinocchini for life."

Logan nodded. "What about the remaining forces?"

"Those who resist will be eliminated," Turing’s voice was cold. "The enforcement team has cleared the Brutus family mansion. Most of the remaining forces have surrendered, but some stubborn ones are still hiding in the thirteenth District."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp alarm suddenly rang out in the factory.

It was the signal that Natalia’s Web Domain had been triggered.

Natalia’s voice came through the communicator, a little lazy. "Southeast corner, there’s a Shadow Stealth from the Congo family hiding at the broken wall."

"They thought they could trick my net."

Logan vanished and appeared at the southeast corner of the wall.

Natalia stood beside him, her 28 Saint star marks glowing faintly behind her.

Her fingers were wrapped in black threads. Those threads had already sunk into the ground, locking onto three figures moving in the shadows.

Natalia tilted her head. "Should I kill them?"

"Take them alive." Logan stared at the three figures. "They’re spies sent by Black to steal the original letter. We need them alive."

Natalia smiled slightly, then pulled her fingers sharply.

The shadows on the ground suddenly surged up. Black threads shot out from the cracks in the bricks, wrapping tightly around the three stealthers’ ankles, wrists, and throats.

A spy was forced out of the shadow. His face was covered in black camouflage, and his eyes were full of fear.

He used all 27-star energy to break free, but the threads tightened more and more, cutting into his flesh and drawing blood.

"Damn it! We’re found!" The spy’s body turned back into flowing shadow, trying to escape.

At the critical moment, Fischl appeared from another shadow, her hands making a sign. "Shadow crows, go!"

A flock of black crows flew out of Fischl’s body, rushing into the three spies’ mouths, noses, and ears, attaching themselves to their energy nodes.

The spies felt their energy frozen. Their legs gave way, and they all fell to their knees.

At this moment, Taliban and his people quickly surrounded them, holding the three spies tightly in place. "Logan, what should we do with them?"

Logan walked up to the leading spy and used his Mental Power to scan his eyes. "Tell Black, if he wants the letter, he can come and take it at the banquet."

As the Mental Power entered, Logan planted an Enslave Mind mark on the three of them.

Seeing the spies’ blank eyes, Logan gave a command. "Go back and tell him everything you saw. Including how I look [weak]."

The three spies stood up, their eyes empty but obedient. They turned and disappeared around the corner.

Natalia pulled back her Web Domain, and the black threads returned to her fingertips. "Just let them go like that?"

"Only when the message gets back will Black feel safe to act at the banquet," Logan turned and walked into the factory. "He thinks I’m injured, my Mental Power is unstable, and I just finished a battle... That way, he won’t be on high alert when we meet."

In the underground room, Gwen had been working for forty straight hours.

Test tubes filled the workbench. Gwen’s eyes were red with sleeplessness. Her white lab coat was covered in medicine stains, but her hands moved steadily.