After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

Ryuhiko Shibusawa sat bored behind his desk, his white and slender fingers resting on the cover of a book, occasionally tapping the author's signature. His black nails made his skin look particularly pale.

Tsujimura Fuzuki stood by, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, ignoring his expression of a dreamy adolescent boy.

Futsuki Tsujimura is a new agent of the Special Ability Department.

Although he is a newcomer who joined this year, his performance in the initial assessment was very good, which is why he was able to rise to such a good job right away.

Although in Tsujimura Fuzuki's understanding, this was a completely miserable job that was kicked around by everyone and finally thrown onto her, the unlucky newcomer—

Protect the special first-class dangerous psychic and Director of the Psychic Special Affairs Department, Ryuhiko Shibusawa, and ensure that he does not put himself in danger again.

This danger applies specifically to Yokohama!

The newly recruited female agent had nothing to say. Who was Shibusawa Ryuhiko? Who was she?

When receiving this mission, Tsujimura Fuzuki, who always had confidence in himself, had only one thought in his mind:

I am protecting Ryuhiko Shibusawa. Is this true? Do you want to do it?

However, now it seems that this guy is not that difficult to get along with...

Just praise Liuli teacher in front of him.

Tsujimura Fuzuki's gaze briefly passed over the name under Shibusawa Ryuhiko's fingertips, and she was sincerely grateful for the existence of this young lady writer.

Being able to make a lunatic like Bai Qilin... no, such a powerful psychic like him, obsessed with it, tossing and turning, thinking about it like crazy, it can be seen that the other party must be a person with strong vitality.

The mind must also be very strong.

Then again, if that lady still lived in Yokohama, then Shibusawa Ryuhiko would definitely go to that chaotic place.

It would be great if Miss Liuli could come to Tokyo.

Tsujimura Fuzuki couldn't help but think so.

"Om - hum -"

A hurried voice interrupted Shibusawa Ryuhiko's thoughts, and he looked up at Tsujimura Fukutsuki with displeasure.

The agent frantically pulled out his cell phone from his waist. A flashing exclamation mark was lit in the middle of the red triangle, and a large warning symbol occupied the entire screen.

When Tsujimura Fuzuki opened the message, a photo of a familiar yet unfamiliar woman popped up, making her almost lose her grip on the phone.

"Director Shibusawa—"

She ignored Shibusawa Ryuhiko's cold eyes and hurriedly handed the phone to him.

"An urgent notice has just been released on the black market, offering a reward of 1000 billion yen for killing the woman in the photo and handing over her body."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko looked down at the screen of his mobile phone. The photo was probably taken secretly, and the angle was very tricky, but it still couldn't hide the girl's amazing beauty.

Silver-white hair, indigo eyes, and a flowing crimson dress...

The girl's name seemed to have rolled between his lips and tongue thousands of times, so it flowed out naturally the moment he saw the photo.

"Teacher Liuli..."

The next second, a dangerous gleam flashed in Shibusawa Ryuhiko's red eyes, as if blood was about to overflow from somewhere.

“Who released this news?”

1000 billion yen is equivalent to 8 million US dollars. This is a considerable sum of money, and many desperate criminals will go crazy for it.

There was no point in worrying about the poster now. Shibusawa Tatsuki looked at Tsujimura Fuzuki, who immediately started typing away on his phone and quickly replied,

"Ms. Liuli is currently in front of the Chateau Joel Rpbuchon restaurant in Yebisu Garden Place. Her location has not moved."

"Have the agents block the streets, call in the military and police, and seal off the entire business district."

Tsujimura Fuzuki hesitated for a moment. "Although the military police and our Special Ability Special Agents Department are sister departments, they may not be willing to interfere in this matter."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko placed the book upright in the middle of the table. Even at this time, he still cherished this signed book.

"Then call Fudi Yingchi and tell him," he said as he walked out. "If any of the military and police officers with special abilities don't show up, I'll make that person disappear completely."

In the last second before leaving, he looked at Tsujimura Fuzuki, his rose-red eyes filled with only piercing murderous intent. "If anything happens to Teacher Liuli, I promise—"

"All the people with special abilities in the Special Ability Division and the military and police..."

"No, all the people with special abilities in the entire island nation will have accidents."

"I keep my word."

Tsujimura Fuyuki felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Her face lost all color and her body suddenly tensed up. She moved her lips but couldn't say anything.

This is Bai Qilin, a dangerous supernatural being of the highest order. He is powerful, cold, pure, and crazy...

They have no sense of belonging to this country, and even lack a sense of identity with human society.

He only cares about those he considers to be his kind.

He only pursues the revelation in his heart.

Regardless of the cost and regardless of the consequences.

……

Fyodor sat in the dark basement. Most of the time, he had no requirements for his living environment. Even sewers and abandoned factories could serve as temporary bases.

But he did not fail to prepare the best safe house. The safe house with exaggerated decoration and the style of the Russian Tsarist period was still idle in a corner of Yokohama.

This is exactly what was prepared for Liuli.

He had thought he could take her away.

In the end, time blocked his way.

On the computer screen, a huge red exclamation mark kept flashing, and the number of people accepting the reward was increasing.

At first it was ordinary people, then the dragon hybrids from the Hunter website, as well as curse masters, psychics, and stand users...

A steady stream of people rushed to Yebisu Gardens. Those greedy killers were as restless as wild beasts, eager to grab the bloody spoils on the battlefield.

Gogol, who was standing not far from him, couldn't help laughing, first in a low voice, then in a loud laugh. The clown tear patterns painted on the corners of his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were dripping blood.

"Fejia, Feijia, will Miss Savior die?"

Fyodor showed a strange expression, "Nikolai, do you want her to die?"

Gogol thought for a moment and replied with a smile, "If she were alive, I would be very happy because she is really interesting..."

"If she were dead..." He laughed again, "I would be happier. Then I would be free."

"My mind will not be bound by her fun. I can break free from all constraints and gain true freedom."

Fyodor listened to his incoherent words patiently, and then solemnly rejected him.

"But that's not allowed."

"My savior cannot die at this time, and certainly not at the hands of a bunch of fools."

"This world is nothing but an illusion of hell. If gods really existed, they would appear to save the world. If not, then the devil should be the master of hell."

"And my savior will either be with the gods or die at the hands of the devil."

"Except me, no one else has the right to kill her."

As Fyodor spoke, he smiled and clicked the mouse. A new bounty appeared on the black market and suddenly jumped to the top of the black market's task interface.

A reward of 5000 billion US dollars is offered to anyone who accepts the task and wants to kill the woman in the photo, to be distributed according to the number.

Gogol, who was standing next to him, laughed wildly and excitedly at the news.

"The chaos is about to begin."

"Breaking all the rules, this is freedom!"