My wife is the stand-in.

"You used to be too thin, and you looked like a clothes hanger in a suit. Now you actually look like a handsome man in one."

She looked at Amanosaki in the dressing mirror, his suit jacket taut at every corner, exuding both refinement and ruthlessness, and her eyes sparkled with admiration.

“After all, I eat a lot.” Amanosaki stroked his chin and smiled wryly. “Since I awakened my superpower, I’ve been fighting almost every day, eating five or six meals a day, each meal being more than a normal person’s daily food intake. Not to mention I’ve also taken a bath.”

"It's a blessing to be able to eat."

Amanosaki wrapped his arm around Icarus's slender waist and pressed his forehead against hers: "Isn't it obvious? If you weren't lucky enough to be with me, would you still be with me?"

Icarus smiled without saying a word.

Amanosaki looked at the perfectly matched couple in the mirror and exhaled two jets of air with satisfaction:

"Give me two more sets of this style to change into!"

"please wait."

The sales associate was overjoyed, thinking about her commission that night, her face beaming with smiles, yet she still maintained a high level of professionalism.

About ten minutes later, the two arrived at the restaurant by taxi.

The restaurant is located on the middle floor of a riverside building, so it is neither affected by the traffic below nor by the evening breeze from the upper floors.

Gazing upon the night view of the Yangtze River, the lights of fishing boats flicker on and off on the water. The dazzling lights of the city that never sleeps are reflected on the river, and the boats sail on the illusory scenery reflected in the water, as if they are traveling through a painting.

On the balcony of this entire floor, which is reserved by a restaurant, only one table was set up tonight.

The other seats were filled with beautiful flowers, and four or five waiters stood in the shade of marble pillars a few steps away, so as not to disturb the guests' dining.

These few steps are separated by two layers of continuous laurel trees.

The laurel, which is mostly a low-growing shrub, is also called "Monthly Red". The restaurant had already placed an order with the florist to change the flowers every ten days, ensuring that the balcony would always have tiny pale yellow flowers and a faint fragrance.

Amanosaki and Icarus enjoyed their dinner together by the riverbank under the bright moon, amidst the magnificent night view.

"decay."

Amanosaki used chopsticks to pry open the crab shell, put it in his mouth and gently bit it; the crispy fried crab shell melted into crumbs in his mouth.

Icarus tapped the table lightly: "You're eating by yourself, and you still have to criticize yourself?"

Amanosaki, who had swallowed a crab in a few bites, shook his hands, which were covered in oil and crab roe: "I'm not complaining about myself, I'm talking about the Fengdu branch. They spent a lot of money to get rid of us. Look at this ostentation."

He pointed to the cleared-out balcony, then to the oil lamp hanging like a basket on the table to add ambiance, and finally to the table full of a dazzling array of dishes.

"Didn't you hear what the taxi driver said? They only accept reservations here. For a restaurant to turn down other customers, this is a huge favor and a huge price to pay for this table tonight."

"Even food can't shut you up."

Icarus twisted a mouthful of vermicelli with his chopsticks and stuffed it into Amanosaki's mouth, his eyes narrowing into crescent moons.

Amanosaki swallowed it whole: "I call this never forgetting class struggle."

"Don't forget that you're now on the petty bourgeoisie's side."

“This world values ​​individual heroism so much, there’s nothing I can do about it.” Amanosaki made a bodybuilding gesture, his biceps bulging like a mouse hidden in his sleeve. “I’m a knight-errant. I went all out to protect the city today, so it’s only right that I eat this meal.”

"Such a grand display is unnecessary. Sharing joy with the people is also a virtue of chivalry."

"Look at you, so capable, but it's all thanks to me." Icarus snorted.

Amanosaki quickly lifted a crab shell, revealing its plump contents, and presented it to her with both hands: "Yes, yes, it's all thanks to my wife's excellent care. This crab is for my wife!"

Icarus covered her mouth and giggled, turning to the side with the air of a well-bred young lady:

"That would be disrespectful."

The two flirted and chatted animatedly, their hands never stopping, and soon half a table of food was gone.

Just then, the balcony door burst open, and amidst a series of shouts of "Sir, you can't come in, this place is reserved!", two blond, blue-eyed foreigners in suits with ceremonial epaulettes slung over their shoulders strode in.

"Thank God! Your presence is truly here, my angel!"

The foreigners at the head of the group walked over excitedly.

Icarus looked at Amanosaki with a puzzled expression.

Amanosaki, meanwhile, picked up a stubborn piece of crab shell from between his teeth with a toothpick, looking utterly disgusted, and spat it onto his plate.

"Tsk!"

He licked his teeth and sucked on his gums.

Chapter 104: She's My Wife

The two foreigners immediately introduced themselves; one was named Allen, and the other William.

They are all overused names, almost as common as Muhammad in Arab countries, and as ubiquitous as Xiaoming in textbooks.

Icarus showed no expression at the two enthusiastic individuals; she turned to look at Amanosaki, awaiting his reply.

Amanosaki simply held a toothpick in his mouth, propped his head up, and tilted his head to the side.

He never looked at Allen or William, but instead looked at the two bear-like burly men who had formed a human wall behind them, their faces full of apologies.

Judging from their expressions, even at this moment, these people still did not forget the spirit of the service industry, and their eyes and faces showed the expression of "sorry, we couldn't stop them".

"Forget it." Amanosaki waved his hand. "These two both have remarkable supernatural abilities. They must be what foreign knights call. Haven't you asked them about it yet?"

"Ellen Brown, Centurion of the Loyal Knights."

"William Smith, Captain of the Loyal Knights."

"it is good!"

Amanosaki clapped his hands, turned to the side, crossed his legs, and took a replaced toothpick from the cigarette pack lying on the table. Icarus stood up, bent down slightly, and lit a cigarette.

The firelight flickered with each breath, and acrid smoke rose, brushing past the two men whose faces were ashen.

They witnessed angels lighting cigarettes for the knights-errant before them—a service only gods could enjoy.

Moreover, the man in front of her clearly displayed a contemptuous attitude.

"Allen, William," Amanosaki nudged the two with a cigarette, "what brings you here?"

Allen, sitting in the front row, stepped forward, his fists clenched: "Is this how you treat your guests?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, William's expression changed drastically. He grabbed Allen and pulled him back. Allen's vision blurred, and the next second, an orange cigarette butt was embedded two centimeters in front of his eye.

The ash fell like snowflakes as the tobacco moved, burning quietly until the stem crackled slightly, and the faint heat made my eyes a little uncomfortable.

Amanosaki had somehow appeared in front of Eren. His robust body, no less imposing than Eren's, which was as large as a bear, was hidden inside his suit, and faint magic circuits emitted a dim glow on his skin.

Amanosaki's eyes were clear and bright, with a hint of coldness in them.

"To clarify, my girlfriend and I were enjoying a meal when a group of people barged in out of nowhere, staring at my girlfriend with fervent eyes. I don't think these uninvited people can be considered guests in any way."

As he spoke, billowing smoke expanded to both sides, as if a roaring steam engine was installed in his lungs. "Not kicking you out is already the greatest courtesy I can show."

"Now."

Amanosaki gathered the hem of his suit jacket and, amidst the fluttering fabric, bit the cigarette holder.

"Please answer my question, you two. What are you trying to do by coming here, pushing my waiter, and ruining my romantic date?"

Allen shook off William's hand, turned his lips down, and leaned close to Amanosaki. His skin veins dilated, blood rushed to his cheeks, and he stared wide-eyed.

“Come and take away our angel, thief.”

Amanosaki wagged his finger: "Let me correct you again, Icarus doesn't belong to any other individual or organization. She is my girlfriend, and she is my special ability."

"All angels belong to the Lord!" Allen roared in broken Chinese, his veins throbbing.

"Who stipulated it?"

"Holy See!"

Superpowered organizations in the Western world are spread all over the world according to the mainstream beliefs of the country and the people. They divide the continents into so-called pastoral areas according to religious beliefs, and form large and small knightly orders in each pastoral area. The knightly orders are on equal footing and all worship the Papacy as the orthodox religion.

This is a different organizational structure from the one in China, which is based on dividing the country into branches according to provinces.

In other words, the Vatican's regulations are roughly equivalent to the common regulations of all supernatural organizations in the Western world.

In a world where superpowers and individual heroism are highly developed, religion, this ultimate retro and feudal thing, still thrives like a stubborn disease.

Amanosaki is not someone to mess with.

"Allen, don't be like this, let's talk this out."

William, who was a step behind, pressed down on Allen's shoulder; Allen's complexion had returned to normal by now.

It's clear that this is a typical combination of calm strategy and passionate violence.

All they need is a woman they both love to form the main trio and venture into the world of Naruto, or other movies and anime.

'Unfortunately, Icarus is mine.'

Amanosaki grinned, revealing a bright smile.

His looks are quite striking, and his current full-figured physique further accentuates his good looks.

That smile made all the female waitresses behind him swoon and feel dizzy.

He moved to his right, opened his hands, and gestured for him to enter.

"Alright then, take them with you if you can find 'your' angels."

Allen snorted and put on a warm smile again as he looked at the angel he had been longing for.

Icarus simply put down his wine glass, revealing a helpless yet indulgent smile.

With Amanosaki's crisp snap of his fingers, Allen and William both froze in shock.

Icarus transformed into flowing gray pixels, becoming a gust of wind that passed through the disheveled table and entered Amanosaki's body.

The two of them turned their heads as the pixels moved, staring at Amanosaki's smiling face, and were stunned for a long time.

Amanosaki, with a cigarette half-lit by the wind dangling from his lips, snapped his teeth together, shaking off a long trail of ash.

"How's it going? Did you find it?"

These words were like a spark falling into a powder keg, completely igniting Allen's anger.

"You bastard! You dare to play me?! Hand over the angel!"

William stretched out his hand, half annoyed and half angry, and shouted, "Allen! Calm down!"