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Guangli does not love power and is indifferent to fame and fortune, does not like to be deceived, does not rub the sand in his eyes, has insight into the world, seems to be indifferent to the world but is the toughest in everything...

These Fudi Yingzhi are actually very clear.

He worships Guangli as his own god, and the love in his heart is not fake. He will naturally do his best to figure out Guangli's likes and dislikes, and reflect on what he likes, just like a true believer.

Therefore, when Fukuchi Sakurachi was conducting supernatural experiments without telling Hikari, he was also very aware of the consequences of being known by Hikari once the matter was revealed.

...It can only be said that sometimes it is not a good thing to know too much about the preferences of superiors.When the superior sits behind the scenes, even if it is only separated by a curtain, it can also cause fear in the hearts of the subordinates who cannot figure out the true thoughts of the superior. On the contrary, Fukuchi Sakurachi is a good example.

He committed the crime knowingly and without repentance.

Before the real judgment comes, even with a sharp knife hanging above his head, Fukuji Sakurachi thinks that no matter what the result is, he himself can accept it.

He had indeed failed Guangli's trust in him, and relied on this precious trust to commit countless evil deeds, and he was willing to accept the punishment.

But people, sometimes you don't know how to regret if you don't really die.

They always think that they can pay any price, fearless and fearless, but in fact they are not.

Some things are more terrifying than death.

"The general's personal guard is abolished, and the special operations force hound is under the jurisdiction of the military department. From now on, the hound has no connection with General Hoshimi."

The white-haired man sitting behind the conference table looked as handsome as a god, and his pair of sky-like blue eyes were transparent and ethereal, as if he could see through the dirt in the deepest part of the heart.

After Gojo Satoru relayed the plan for dealing with the hound for Mitsuri in an emotionless and cold tone, a formulaic smile appeared on his handsome face.

He clapped his hands twice, looked at Fukuji Sakurachi whose complexion was getting paler and paler, and congratulated from the bottom of his heart: "Congratulations, Captain Fudi, from now on you will finally be the rightful head of the hounds, not someone who can only be wronged Agent in charge."

"Congratulations to Captain Fudi for his promotion!!"

After Gojo Satoru thought it was too monotonous for him to applaud alone, he greeted the researcher who huddled in a pile opposite him: "Don't be dazed, everyone hurry up and applaud Captain Fukuchi, congratulations on his promotion!"

Sakurai, the person in charge of the laboratory, wiped the cold sweat off his head, and quickly clapped his hands vigorously in cooperation with Gojo Satoru.

He knew that this news was not a happy event for Fukuchi Sakurachi at all, it was almost a bad news, so applauding at this time was just gloating.

But the arm can't twist the thigh. The person who is speaking now is Gojo Satoru. Not only is he close to His Highness the General, but he also has the rank of Lieutenant General (officially promoted two years ago) and the actual right to speak.

As for Fukuchi Sakurachi, he became a full-time agent in name, and it seemed that his promotion was actually a demotion—all the privileges he had were because he was a direct subordinate of His Highness the General. All honor status will become a thing of the past.

With Sakurai taking the lead, the staff in other laboratories also clapped their hands and applauded. The meeting room was very lively for a while, with endless applause, as if they were really celebrating something.

Wujo Wujo started to start and then stopped. At this time, he was enjoying Fukuchi Sakurachi's miserable appearance with all his spare time. Not only did he not show sympathy, but he also wanted to sprinkle salt on Fukuji Sakurachi's wound and dance on the grave.

"Captain Fukuchi doesn't look happy, are you dissatisfied with His Royal Highness General's decision?" Gojo Satoru took the initiative to attack.

"No." Fukuchi Sakurachi's voice was astringent and hoarse, like someone who hadn't spoken for a long time, "This subordinate respectfully obeys the orders of His Highness the General."

only--

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, apart from disbanding the laboratory, can His Highness punish his subordinates?"

Fukuchi Sakura bowed his head and said respectfully: "This subordinate knows his mistake and is willing to accept any punishment."

When Gojo Satoru relayed Mitsuri's decision just now, he didn't mention Fukuchi Sakurachi as the mastermind.

However, this is not a pity for nostalgia!

Gojo Satoru was amused by Fukuji Sakurachi who asked the question knowingly and was just pretending to be stupid.

"Ha ha."

He sneered, his eyes full of mockery of Fukuji Sakura's overreaching.

"Fukuchi Sakura Chi." Gojo Satoru seemed to be looking at a fool, "Do you think you are some great big shot?"

"If you make a mistake, someone will punish you. Why should His Royal Highness be alarmed?"

The attitude of Guangli not even seeing him, and directly handing over to Gojo Satoru's agent already explained everything.

Fukuchi Sakurachi's tall and strong body swayed, staggered and almost fell.

His complexion is miserable and decayed, and he has aged a lot all of a sudden. Anyone who sees him now may find it difficult to match up with the high-spirited captain of the hounds in the past.

Fukuchi Sakura lowered her head and smiled wryly, which was uglier than crying.

Before this day came, Fukuchi Sakura had thought about many endings, whether he was dismissed from his post, or beheaded by the sword by His Highness the General...he could accept all of them.

The only thing he didn't think about was that from the beginning to the end, he was never looked down upon by the light, and was completely ignored.

This fact is too cruel for Fukuji Sakurachi.

Gojo Satoru finished his work and didn't bother to stay here any longer.

He stood up and walked towards the door. When he passed Fudi Yingchi, even though Guangli told him not to care about him, he didn't want to hold back the resentment in his heart.

"Fukuchi Sakurachi, the biggest mistake you made was not the experiment, but that you have been praised for taking yourself too seriously these years."

From Gojo Satoru's point of view, Fukuji Sakurachi's behavior in recent years is no different from that of a fox pretending to be a tiger.

All his rights come from Guangli, and others treat him as a guest of honor because they want to curry favor with Guangli.

However, Fukuchi Sakurachi has been praised more times, his mentality has gradually become crooked, and his people have drifted away, even daring to kill such things as human experiments.

Otherwise, the plan would not have been implemented at all in the first place.

Guangli indulged Gojo Wu the most, and Wujo Wu didn't dare to do so when he was the most infatuated.

Wutiaowu wished he could make a detailed list of what he did every day, and report everything to Guangli!As long as Guangli thinks about it, he is absolutely willing to do it!

As for the individual, hey, he is not in front of Guangli!

Gojo Satoru, who didn't continue to insult Fukuchi Sakura, left the laboratory in a happy mood. At this time, the sky was already bright and dawn was coming.

He remembered that he hadn't spent long with Guangli that night, that he was drunk and slept most of the night, and when he woke up and cleaned up the mess everywhere, his mood sank.

So when Gojo Satoru found Guangli, his gleaming and handsome face was in a daze, and even every strand of hair seemed to be drooping down, without any energy.

Gojo Satoru is always in high spirits and energetic whenever he sees Guangli, as if he will never get tired.

His dejected look was rare in Guangli, and Guangli thought that things were not going well, so he asked, "What's wrong with Wutiao? Fudi resisted?"

Gojo Satoru, with his head slumped, his eyes lit up when he heard Guangli's voice: "No, Fudi, how dare he resist, this is Guangli's order!"

"And even if he resists, it's just a piece of cake for me!"

Gojo Satoru proudly raised his chest and raised his head as he spoke, looking extremely triumphant.

Inexplicably, Guangli tasted a bit of cuteness from Gojo Satoru, who was taller and stronger than him.

It’s not that Gojo Satoru deliberately pretends to be cute, although he can also bluff people when he deliberately pretends to be cute, but the difference between the two is pure natural sugar and industrial saccharin.

"Yeah." Guangli nodded, Gojo Satoru was right, it was really nothing to Gojo Satoru to clean up a Blessed Sakura Chi.

Gojo Satoru was even more motivated by Mitsuri's response. He was about to describe to Mitsuri how he taught Fukuchi Sakurachi a lesson for Mitsuri, but he felt bad before he spoke.

Now he is walking with Guangli on the empty street before dawn, and the child he picked up halfway has been thrown to 99 You Jishou. Rounding it up is a date. Why would he mention other men without interest in the rare two-person world? ?

So Gojo Satoru said, "Guangli, does the previous agreement still count?"

Guangli paused and stopped.

Gojo Satoru also stopped, staring at Guangli with bright eyes.

"If you pursue it, we should count it as a date now, right? Then, can I hold your hand?"

Wujo Wu's eyes flickered, and the true love in his eyes was burning like fire. He boldly stretched out his hand, but he didn't take the initiative to hold Guangli's hand like before, but held it in mid-air, waiting for Guangli's response.

His sudden action made Guangli a little unsure how to deal with it.

After all, this is also the first time that Guangli has been pursued openly.

Hesitating in the light, Gojo Satoru could see his thick and slender eyelashes trembling, fluttering like a butterfly's wings, tickling the onlookers' hearts.

Wutiao Wu's Adam's apple twitched, and he said again: "Guangli, I have worked hard for four years, and I finally managed to get the qualification..."

"It's hard for me to be qualified to pursue you. The treatment can't be worse than when I was not qualified?"

What Gojo Satoru said was indeed reasonable, and the agreement was also agreed by Guangli himself.

But the problem is...

Guangli raised his eyes, Gojo Gogo stared at him with deep and dark eyes, and the straightforward desire that was too late to restrain made Guangli frown uncomfortably.

Ignoring Gojo Satoru's trembling eyes for the time being, Guangli pondered for a while.

"When did you say before?" Guangli asked.

Gojo Gojo stagnates, he still wants to play word games, the past can be the past after confessing to Guangli, or the past before confessing to Guangli, he was sticky.

It's a pity that the plan fell through, and Guangli didn't give him a chance.

Gojo Satoru could only say aggrievedly: "Hirori, I'm 21 years old this year."

"I'm an adult now."

"It's different from before I was a teenager."

Gojo Satoru desperately hinted that he wanted to eat meat.

Guangli felt that he wanted to go to heaven.

But when the fingers are intertwined, even if it's just a simple hand in hand, Wujo Wu, who was still reciting the next step just now, is full of joy, wishing to go directly to heaven.