Yes, Madam Prime Minister

"Meow, come here." Alice called out, opening her arms wide and beckoning to him, while crouching down and slowly approaching, like a little girl attracted by a cat.

Yang Huaien, disguised as a kitten, shrank back like a real cat, but didn't run away.

She didn't recognize Alice, this foreign devil, and thought that she was probably with that Master Luo. But it didn't matter. She would just pretend to be a cat for the time being. If Master Luo and that white-haired woman came, she would leave immediately.

Soon, Alice approached the kitten, only a few steps away.

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

From seven steps away, the gun is fast; from seven steps away, the gun is both accurate and fast.

Yang Huaien's ability to conceal his aura after transforming is extremely strong, while Alice has just entered the fifth rank. She cannot lock onto Yang Huaien's aura, but she can roughly determine his location. Apart from this cat, there is no other living creature in that location. Even if she is wrong, she has only killed a cat.

Yang Huaien never expected that a rifle would suddenly appear next to Alice and fire at her instantly. Although she was a veteran with a quick reaction, she was caught off guard and a large-caliber bullet grazed her shoulder, tearing off a piece of skin and flesh, causing blood to gush out.

Since the little cat wasn't in combat mode, Yang Huaien immediately transformed back into human form, wielding two swords to prepare for battle.

"You foreign devil, you have no martial ethics at all!" Yang Huaien rebuked angrily.

Alice looked at the other person and couldn't help but laugh, "I look more like a Seres than you do."

She has black hair and soft facial features, especially her eyes, which have a slightly almond-shaped double eyelid, reminiscent of Seris's eyes.

Yang Huaien, with her dark brown hair, small face, and large features, has a mixed Southeast Asian and Western appearance. She has large eyes, a high nose bridge, and a relatively large nose. She has youthful apple cheeks, slightly thick lips, and a bit of baby fat on her face. Even when she gets angry, she looks a bit fierce and cute. Just by looking at her, you would never associate her with an assassin. You would only think of her as a silly, sweet girl who could be tricked by a few words from a foreign woman.

Yang Huaien raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected this woman to understand Mandarin, so she smiled and said, "It's all a misunderstanding. Can you let me go?"

“That’s impossible,” Alice replied sternly, as several rifles appeared in mid-air around her.

Yang Huaien realized he couldn't just leave. In this situation, turning around and running away wasn't an option either. He could only fight off his opponent first and then try to escape.

The foreign woman opposite me is not weak, but she is clearly a ranged attacker. In this small courtyard, I have the advantage.

Alice didn't see it that way. Who was her greatest enemy in this life? Elena. Who was Elena? A dual-wielding berserker with Northern blood.

She is very experienced in dealing with dual-wielding melee combat.

Yang Huaien closed in instantly, brandishing his twin blades, which seemed to bite down like the two pincer-like fangs of a mountain-like beast.

Bang! The knife bounced away.

Yang Huaien was startled. In the past, she had deflected bullets with her knife more than once, but today the bullet deflected her knife.

The moment the knife was deflected, several other guns also fired their bullets.

Alice can control the trajectory of her bullets after they are fired. If she doesn't actively control them, they become homing bullets that automatically seek out targets.

In the small courtyard, Alice couldn't create distance, and similarly, Yang Huaien lacked room to maneuver.

Unable to dodge in time, Yang Huaien could only activate his Golden Tiger form, transforming into a tiger-man covered in armor. However, after being hit by bullets, the armor cracked with a series of thuds.

Alice's bullets weren't the more powerful and accurate musket pellets, but rather magical bullets with anti-magic properties.

Only Ronan's or higher-level magic-resistant armor can completely block it.

Knowing he couldn't dodge or defend, Yang Huaien launched a full-scale attack, waving his hands in a chaotic flurry of blows, like a meteor hammer with spikes, towards Alice.

Alice's movements were excellent; she didn't take Elena's blows for nothing.

Unfortunately, although she was at the fifth level and Yang Huaien was only at the fourth level, Yang Huaien's physical attributes were superior due to various enhancements. Even though Alice was extremely careful, the tiger's claw still tore open a wound, leaving four bloody scratches on her shoulder.

Yang Huaien successfully inflicted damage, but instead of pressing his advantage, he chose to retreat without hesitation.

She thought Alice should understand that continuing to fight her was not worthwhile and wouldn't pursue her; however, she was wrong.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Yang Huaien cursed inwardly, preparing to use earth magic to escape after creating some distance.

At the same time, in a restaurant.

In a prosperous industrial and commercial town like Foshan, especially in the south, the nightlife is incredibly vibrant, with numerous restaurants open until midnight.

Inside the restaurant, Ronan, Dinia, Liu Menglong, and Old Zhuo were drinking, and they had been drinking for quite some time.

Drinking naturally involves chatting.

At first, it was Dinia who was saying that she was someone who could never get drunk, but she talked like she was. Her Chinese wasn't very good either, so she just mixed Chinese and French. She kept repeating the same things: that Ronan had deceived her; that in France, she hadn't had a chance to properly implement any major reforms in politics, economics, military, or people's livelihood before she had to retire; and that she could only watch helplessly as France fought its final battle against the Empire.

Ronan thought to himself, "How can you blame him?"

The limits of this era are there; there's not much to reform. In the past twenty years, everything that could be changed has been changed. Further, forceful changes won't just make officials and nobles uncomfortable; they'll make ordinary people uncomfortable too. Staying in France means nothing more than farming and technological advancement, but is Dumas willing to accept people quietly farming and pursuing technological progress? Besides, while their group might have many supporters in the short term, in the long run, it will only make the entire country feel uneasy.

As for war, if a country's national strength increases, it can win any war it wants. Is there a problem with that?

Ronan was suffering inside, but he didn't say anything.

Half-drunk, Liu Menglong chimed in with his complaints. He had always harbored ambitions; otherwise, with his family's wealth and his already extraordinary powers, why would he need to become an official? However, after becoming an official, he found that he truly had no future. On the other hand, there was his wife. Although he met her through his teacher, he liked her very much. But after their marriage, his teacher began to place high hopes on him and try to push him into a higher position. It wasn't that he was unwilling, but this passive attitude made him uncomfortable.

He then added that when Ronan first became his advisor, he was actually a little unhappy, but now he feels much more relaxed.

At that moment, Dinia's expression changed. "Something happened to your family. I'll go first." Before she finished speaking, she had already disappeared.

Instantly, Liu Menglong sobered up.

Chapter 767 Ten Seconds, Deceptive Appearance, Just Chatting

The place where Ronan and his friends were drinking was about three kilometers away from Liu Menglong's house as the crow flies, and nearly five kilometers away on foot.

In the first second, Dinia left her seat, stepped onto the railing outside the second floor of the restaurant, and leaped out. In the second second, she began to move through the air by throwing out mycelium and then regenerating on it. In the sixth second, Dinia entered the regeneration range. In the seventh second, Dinia grew out of Alice's body, which had been pre-planted with parasitic seeds. In the eighth second, a red light cannon shot down from above, and Yang Huaien fell to the ground.

In the ninth second, after healing Alice's shoulder injury, he asked, "Who is this guy?"

Within ten seconds, Dinia had everything sorted out.

"I don't know," Alice replied.

The woman's sudden appearance at Liu Menglong's house was suspicious, but Alice had no idea who she was or what she wanted to do.

“Let’s wait until they arrive. Let’s go back first,” Dinia said, breaking Yang Huai’en’s limbs as she spoke. The mycelium enveloped her entire body, as if she were wrapped in a giant red cocoon.

Afterwards, the two went to Liu Menglong's house.

Three minutes later, Ronan, who was flying using a hovering shield, brought Liu Menglong, who had sobered up, and Zhuo Lao back to Liu Menglong's house.

After a few words, Ronan also learned the situation.

“Brother Liu, I’ll take the person with me first; it’s more convenient for me on my end,” Ronan said.

Liu Menglong lived near the government office in the city center, where there were many people, while Luo Nan lived in what was practically the suburbs.

"Okay, let me know as soon as you have the results," Liu Menglong replied.

Dinia glanced at Madam Zhao, then at Ronan and Liu Menglong, and asked, "Should we leave a parasitic seed?"

Madam Zhao was weaker than Zhao Yingqi, even weaker than Zhao Yingqi at the first level. Zhao Yingqi at the first level already possessed the absolute ability of "Time Deletion," which meant that apart from attacks using super-sensory abilities and attacks over a very large area, ordinary attacks could not threaten her in the first instance.

Madam Zhao, who is currently only a first-level scholar, only has the ability to accelerate her own reactions, slow down time through her senses, and has eyes with predictive abilities, allowing her to foresee the future. However, as a scholar, Madam Zhao focuses on magic, so any future improvements will be in magic, and the improvement in her mutated organs will be minimal.

In Dinia's opinion, just to be safe, it's best to leave one on Mrs. Zhao.

Liu Menglong doesn't need that. He's already at the third tier, and most people can't beat him. Even those who can beat him can escape using his clone ability.

“This…” Liu Menglong hesitated for a moment.

Ronan walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "She can't sense anything through the parasite, Brother Liu, don't worry."

"Oh, really, my apologies, please forgive me." Liu Menglong apologized somewhat awkwardly.

Mrs. Zhao nodded, and Dinya went up and held her shoulder.

It was just a slight sting, like being pricked by a needle, and then it was over.

Afterwards, Ronan and the others took Yang Huaien away from Liu Menglong's residence and returned to their own home.

Back at home, Dinia immediately threw Yang Huaien to the ground and released him from his restraints.

At this moment, a group of Ronan's women also gathered around.

Yang Huaien has a strong ability to recover. In just a short while, his hands and feet, which had been broken by Dinia, had already recovered from their injuries. They were just temporarily a little clumsy and weak.

She scanned her surroundings warily, her heart pounding with shock.

Of all the women present, there were only four she was certain were no stronger than herself: one was a Han Chinese girl, Zhao Yingqi, who was much weaker than her; another was a ghost girl with thick hair that looked like a wig, Ambrina; and the other two were women from the Islamic religion, Falek and Canaan.

The Seres people couldn't distinguish which ethnic group the Westerners belonged to; they saw everyone as a foreign devil. However, the people along the southern coast could recognize the Arabs, after all, they had been dealing with them for hundreds of years.

Yang Huaien was unaware that neither Falek nor Canaan were Arabs. Falek was an "Eastern European" with Aryan ancestry, while Canaan was an "Iranian" or Persian who immigrated to India, not an Arab. One of them believed in God the Father, and the other was a Zoroastrian.

In the past ten years or so, Yang Huaien has traveled all over the south, though not all over the country. She has seen only one or two women who are better than herself. But now there is a whole group of them. Do women and men have equality among foreigners?

Of course, it's unequal.

"Speak, who sent you, and what are you here for?" Ronan began by asking.

Faced with Ronan's questioning, Yang Huaien blinked her big eyes, looking innocent and pitiful. She wasn't angry or crying; instead, she smiled. Her appearance was truly deceptive; when she smiled, she really looked like a naive and sweet girl who had never been bullied since childhood. "Well, I just heard that the newly arrived Lord Liu is a rich man, but his house isn't as well-guarded as other rich people in the city, so I thought I'd go in and steal something."

Gelan glanced at Yang Huaien and said, "You speak very fluently." She meant that Yang Huaien was able to speak without any stumbling in this situation, which meant that he had obviously made up a lie on the way.

"I'm a strong person, after all, and I've seen the world, hehe." Yang Huaien laughed again as he spoke.

Ashley casually asked, "With your abilities, do you need to steal?"

Yang Huaien lowered his head and pouted innocently, "I'm not Han Chinese, so I can't stand here. I'm a strong person, so it's impossible for me to work for someone else. I can only steal things. Ordinary people can't find me. I don't take too much at a time. I have enough left over for my own expenses, and I even help the poor."

What she said was mostly true, except that she made money not by stealing, but by killing.

Ashley looked at Ronan and asked, "Should we get her some appetizers?" What did she do? Catching spies, she could naturally tell that Yang Huaien was acting. When spies are arrested, they either look completely innocent and bewildered, as if they were just innocent civilians, or they righteously accuse them of arbitrarily arresting people and framing patriots. They're all masters of pretense.

Compared to those people who made the National Security Bureau doubt that they had arrested the wrong person, Yang Huaien's acting skills were just so-so.

Before Ronan could reply, Golan was already excited.

The appetizers weren't food, but torture. For example, the "crab trap" involved locking a person in a small cage where they could only curl up. If they were magicians, their limbs would be broken and their magic drained, depending on the situation. After being put in the cage, they would be thrown into a water dungeon, where they had to lift their heads to breathe and couldn't sleep at all. Then they would be left alone. Being confined like that for days without sleep, very few people could remain normal.

“No need, Didi and I will talk to her. Yingqi, you come with us,” Ronan said, declining Ashley’s suggestion.

"Huh?" Zhao Yingqi was startled. She could barely handle some official duties, but she was not capable of cooperating with interrogations.

“We were just chatting,” Ronan said.

"Alright then," Zhao Yingqi agreed.

Yang Huaien looked at Luo Nan. She didn't believe it was just a chat, but there was nothing she could do. The situation was such that she couldn't run away even if she wanted to. There were many powerful people gathered here, especially the white-haired guy, who was simply inhuman.

Chapter 768 I've broken down, you tricked me, you're a cat, not a mouse.

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Yang Huaien sat down, while Ronan, Dinia, and Zhao Yingqi sat opposite her.

"How are your parents?" Ronan asked.

His first question wasn't about Yang Huaien's name, because from their previous conversation, he had already determined that this woman was a very cunning person. But from the way she called Alice a "foreign devil" and the tone of her previous statement that she wasn't Han Chinese, she was clearly someone who identified as Han Chinese but couldn't integrate into the community.

So, Ronan's first question was to his parents.

Yang Huaien hadn't expected that Ronan wouldn't question her identity at first, but instead asked about her parents. However, she didn't intend to tell the truth. "That's fine."

“Really? Your father must be a Westerner, I don’t think he would marry your mother,” Ronan added.

Yang Huaien has a typical mixed-race appearance and is very tall, about the same height as Diniya. Not only that, she also has fair skin.

The Seres people look down on the indigenous people of Southeast Asia, and they look down on Westerners as well; it is impossible for them to marry foreigners.

Of course, Seris wouldn't even touch it, but some Westerners aren't so particular.

Therefore, Yang Huaien most likely doesn't have a father.

Ronan's words struck a nerve with Yang Huaien. She clenched her fists. "So what? What matters to a person is not who their parents are, but what kind of values ​​they hold. Some people say they are Han Chinese, but they are not. Some people don't look like Han Chinese, but they are."

Can her former in-laws, who wanted to sell her because she was so filial to them, be considered Han Chinese?

Although I have done evil, I still adhere to principles. Am I not a Han Chinese?

“You killed He Xinjin, didn’t you?” Ronan asked.

The words came out so suddenly that Yang Huaien was struck dumb, as if by lightning.

“In the south, there are many mosquitoes in the summer. Arabs have a very popular product called mosquito coils. Before, He Xin, He Jin and their group used to burn mosquito coils and incense every day. The incense in the whole house never went out, day and night. Not only that, they also liked to scent their clothes. If you were quick to kill them with a knife, you might not get any on your clothes, but you would have to make it look like a suicide, which would take more effort. Unfortunately, I used to go to their place often, so I was very familiar with this smell.”

Ronan said.

"What do you want me to do?" Yang Huaien's whole body went limp as she asked, but the moment the words left her mouth, she caught Ronan's smile and instantly understood what was going on. "You tricked me!"

“Can’t I?” Ronan countered.

He was right that He Xinjin and the others smelled bad, and Yang Huaien must have been affected too, but she had been away from He Xinjin's place for so long that the smell had long since dissipated.

As for framing her, it was naturally because Ronan thought that she, being a non-Han Chinese and skilled at infiltration, was very suitable to do the job of making He Xinjin "commit suicide".