My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS

Su Zimai drooped her head, not speaking for a long time.

The shop interior still displayed a scene of clinking glasses and crossed chopsticks, with customers sporting the joy of an all-night revelry after work, only the two at the bar remained silent like a freeze-frame in a movie. The waitstaff had stopped serving dishes; there was still plenty of leftover sushi on the table.

Ke Qirui raised her distinctly jointed right hand, propping her cheek, and asked her with a sideways glance, "Are you full?"

"I’m full."

"Are you alright?"

"No problem... we’re meeting with Blue Arc officially in a few days. If he truly is my brother, I will definitely be able to tell," Su Zimai’s voice was slightly hoarse.

"Not necessarily." Ke Qirui shook her head, "Blue Arc usually wears a helmet while working at the association, with a voice changer inside. His acting skills after playing Blue Arc for a few years are quite adept. Even if you see him in person, linking him to your brother will be hard."

Su Zimai asked softly, "Then what should I do?"

Ke Qirui thought for a moment, then suggested, "Before the auction starts, let’s invite your second brother out once more. Once it’s over, I’ll have Xu Sanyan track him. Sanyan has the best tracking skills in our group and usually doesn’t fail."

Saying this, she let out a low laugh: "But if your brother really is Blue Arc, with his skills, he would definitely notice Sanyan tracking him. When he catches Sanyan, just jump out and recognize him as your brother."

"Alright... let’s do that then," Su Zimai said, sitting in place, feeling like even speaking was a drain.

Ke Qirui nodded and suddenly mentioned, "Oh right, for the upcoming job, I prepared a face mask and a voice changer for you."

"Is that necessary?"

Su Zimai looked up at her.

"Of course. You can’t let your guard down during actions. The White Crow Travel Brigade consists of heinous criminals; if they see your face, your family might suffer their retaliation... not to mention they are in Japan for a trip, so it’s better to be cautious."

"Okay, then does the team leader also need a disguise?"

"I have no family, except for the president who adopted me."

Hearing this, Ke Qirui teased, "The president’s health is so poor; if there’s no mistake, within a year or so, he might pass... Living long enough as it is, if the White Crow Travel Brigade actually comes knocking, let them be benevolent enough to send him off."

Su Zimai rolled her eyes at Ke Qirui, thinking ’Team leader, you’re too filial, treating your benefactor like this?’

She asked, "Are Sanyan and Zhengquan not in Japan yet?"

"They’re tied up with affairs back home and will be arriving late, probably in a couple of days... Once they’re here, we’ll settle your brother’s issue first, and then have a formal meeting with the local mafia."

Ke Qirui said, taking a pipe out of her trench coat pocket, she was about to take a puff, but was stopped by the sound of the chef knocking on a cutting board with a cleaver. She raised her eyebrows and laughed awkwardly, remembering that the establishment had a no-smoking policy, she put the pipe back into her pocket.

Su Zimai nodded: "If this commission, with such high difficulty, is successfully completed, the association’s evaluation of us will greatly improve, and the ’Ghost Train Corps’ can officially be promoted to a Tier Three Exorcist team."

Ke Qirui raised her hand and patted her on the top of her head, "Do your job well; those are just side benefits."

"Okay." Su Zimai said, "When Sanyan arrives in Tokyo, I’ll arrange to meet my brother." She paused, "But he’s so lazy; it will definitely be hard to get him out."

"Then arrange it in advance? This increases the success rate a bit."

"True... My elder brother might skip out on things at first, but not forever, I can definitely get him out." Su Zimai took a deep breath, determinedly taking her phone out of a pocket in her jumpsuit.

Lowering her eyelids, she opened the WeChat chat interface, staring at Gu Wenyu’s avatar, a blue hedgehog wearing running shoes— "Sonic," her fingers hesitated for a moment.

For some reason... Su Zimai rather hoped Gu Wenyu would just stay in the hotel room forever, not taking a single step out. But eventually, she moved her fingers, typing out each word in the reply box, and clicked send. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

[Su Zimai: Big Brother, shall we meet again in a few days?]

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At the same time, in another corner of Tokyo.

Roppongi Grand Hotel, fourth floor, Ji Minghuan walked down the dimly lit hotel corridor. Looking up from his phone screen, he saw Gu Qiye’s figure. At this moment, his big brother was leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed, playing with his phone, quietly waiting for him.

"Did you have fun with your friends?" Gu Qiye asked him while freeing a hand to hand the room key card of the neighboring room to Ji Minghuan.

"It was fun; she’s quite wealthy, like a rich lady. We ordered a bunch of dishes, couldn’t even finish them."

While casually replying and taking the room key from his big brother, Ji Minghuan glanced up at the room number and scanned the hallway, finding the room labeled 4105.

The rooms for the three of them were adjacent: Blue Arc on the left, Black Cocoon in the middle, and Ghost Bell on the right... Not sure if it was deliberate on Gu Qiye’s part, but there was Black Cocoon separating Blue Arc and Ghost Bell.

No matter how the other two felt, our comrade Black Cocoon was definitely satisfied with this room arrangement, thinking it was extremely convenient to use the restraint belt between the walls to see what his brother and father were doing on either side.

Gu Zhuo Case’s room was very quiet at the time, not a bit of sound came through, perhaps he was already asleep.

"That’s good, sleep early," Gu Qiye smiled.

"Okay."

Ji Minghuan pressed the room card against the sensor area below the door handle, and with a "beep," the door opened.

He slipped the room card into the card slot, went into the bathroom to take a shower, then lay down on the hotel bed wrapped in a bath towel. Not even bothering to change clothes, he lay flat on his stomach on the bed.

His chin on the pillow, he pondered:

"Have to advance my younger sister’s storyline before the auction begins. Find a way to get ’Black Cocoon’ to cooperate with her... If the target were Ke Qirui, it would be easier, but alas, it’s my irrational little sister."

"However, those two are like conjoined twins, stuck together 24/7. When I go looking, even if Su Zimai is unyielding, Ke Qirui will calm her down."

"This way, peace talks with my little sister without conflict or chaos might be possible." Thinking about this, the phone next to the pillow suddenly pinged with a message alert.

He used the restraint belt to fish the phone out from the blanket, brought it to his eyes, and glanced at the received message.

[Su Zimai: Big Brother, shall we meet in a few days?]

[Gu Wenyu: Trying to make me mooch again?]

[Su Zimai: It’s like this, Teacher Ke Qirui she she she she... she fell in love with you at first sight.]

Ji Minghuan’s eyelid twitched; the shock of this WeChat was no less than when Gu Qiye had sent him the message "Are you my father?".

"Damn it... did I run into a lesbian marriage scam?"

Who is Ji Minghuan? He saw through the scheme immediately: "Could it be Ke Qirui wants to marry into our family and be with my sister openly?"

He lifted his head a bit from the pillow.

Thinking of the horror Bell Tower person lying in the room ahead, and the horror Lightning person in the room behind, Ji Minghuan sighed deeply for the colleague Ke Qirui’s future: "Why cling to my little sister? The path ahead is hell."

If Ke Qirui really married into their family, the fear she’d experience would rival a homebody male with lecherous anticipation turning on a game software, only to find it wasn’t a light romance game but a hellishly difficult "spy role-play" mission.

With this thought, for everyone’s well-being, Ji Minghuan searched the web for guides on "how to avoid lesbian marriage scams."

Evidently lacking in some societal experience, the website starkly read: To prevent all adverse outcomes from a lesbian marriage scam and avoid the other side’s malicious retaliation, the best approach was —

"Fight poison with poison."

Ji Minghuan read the last four words with no expression and nodded in agreement. He closed Su Zimai’s WeChat chat and found Ke Qirui’s contact in the phone list, sending her a text message.

[Gu Wenyu: Teacher, I am gay.]

Soon, a reply came through.

[Ke Qirui: ?]