The Meeting of Two Konans

Cold sweat ran down Sengoku's forehead.

He had not expected Yahiko to ask so directly.

For a moment, he did not even know how to answer.

"I'm also curious. When exactly did I come here as a guest of your Navy?"

Konan spoke up from the side as well.

She was also very curious about why she had appeared among these Navy soldiers.

She should have had absolutely no connection to these people.

"This is a misunderstanding," Dragon said in a deep voice.

"There is simply someone here who looks exactly like Miss Angel, so we mistook her for you."

Konan and Yahiko exchanged a glance. They had not expected it to really be the case.

"But I don't think my strength is something people could mistake."

Konan cast a cold look at the Navy personnel.

"So I would very much like to know what kind of person made you mistake her for me."

Sengoku and Dragon both sighed helplessly. It seemed this deal had failed.

"Then I'll have her come out and meet you."

At this point, they could only salvage what they could.

Yahiko wore a confident smile. From the beginning, he had not come here to negotiate with these people.

Sengoku waved his hand.

He had a vice admiral bring that "Konan" over.

Everyone waited silently.

Very soon, "Konan" was brought over.

The two Konans had the same purplish-blue hair and wore identical Akatsuki uniforms.

Both were stunned as they stared at each other.

"What do you mean by this?" Yahiko's smile slowly faded as he looked at the Navy personnel. "Are you trying to toy with me? You even changed her clothes to match."

Sengoku and Dragon looked at each other.

Finally, Sengoku said, "She was already wearing that outfit when we found her."

"Konan" looked