The Secret Behind Angel International

"How do you know my name?"

Yan walked towards Wei Zitong step by step, her tone calm and amiable, making her seem very approachable. However, Wei Zitong felt an invisible pressure.

This pressure wasn't due to fear, but rather awkwardness, embarrassment, or the unconscious nervousness one feels upon meeting someone they admire, their heart beating faster. It was like how Ge Xiaolun felt when he saw Du Qiangwei. Wei Zitong felt that in the future, he would definitely have to give something for this beautiful angel before him.

"I, I..." Wei Zitong stammered, unable to speak clearly. In the end, he could only brace himself and force out a sentence: "I can't say!"

In reality, as Yan walked towards Wei Zitong, she had already begun to read his information. A milky white halo covered her eyes. What surprised her was that she could only read Wei Zitong's basic information, such as his name, family, height, and weight. She did not have the authority to read more advanced details, such as Wei Zitong's past.

Removing the milky white halo from her eyes, Yan smiled and said, "No need to be nervous, child. It's fine if you don't say. In the known universe, not many people know my name. For example, every old demon hates me to the bone..."

"No, no, no, I didn't learn it from demons. I, I was..." Wei Zitong waved his hands repeatedly to explain, but halfway through, he forcefully stopped himself. This was because he saw a triumphant smirk in Yan's eyes, indicating her plan was working.

It's all a scheme, a scheme! I really shouldn't talk too much with someone who's lived for seven thousand years. The more I talk, the more mistakes I'll make!

Seeing that Wei Zitong didn't continue speaking, Yan showed no signs of disappointment. Instead, she looked at Wei Zitong playfully and said, "Judging by your tone, you seem to know a lot about demons? I scanned, and it seems demons haven't appeared on Earth yet, right?"

"I don't want to talk!" Wei Zitong decisively cast a "silent mantra" on himself, suppressing all his desire to communicate. He felt that for every word he spoke in front of Yan, she would see through him one step further. He estimated that if they talked for an hour or two, Yan would even pry out his identity as a transmigrator, even though Yan might not believe such an outrageous thing.

"Oh, what a magical ability! I can feel that your desire to communicate has completely disappeared!" Yan exclaimed in surprise. "When I scanned Earth, I found that your family has many deeper secrets. Do you want to know?"

Wei Zitong remained like an old monk in meditation, ignoring Yan's words that were deliberately trying to pique his interest.

"You don't believe me?" Yan continued to tease. She felt she had encountered a significant challenge and was determined to provoke this child's desire to communicate today. She turned to look at Wei Zixue beside her and said, "You tell him, am I telling the truth?"

"Yes!" Wei Zixue knelt on one knee. "This is our faith in you!"

Wei Zitong was actually very interested, but he just didn't want to speak. The power of the "silent mantra" was too strong, and he couldn't break free from it himself.

Seeing that Wei Zitong still had no intention of speaking, Yan was not discouraged. She smiled and said, "Then let's go take a look!"

"This way, please!" Wei Zixue was extremely respectful. She dared not treat Yan's command as a game.

Taking the elevator down to the negative third floor of the Angel International Building, the two angels entered a dark hall. Before Wei Zixue could make a move, a faint light flashed in Yan's eyes, and all the lights in the hall turned on.

This move surprised Wei Zixue somewhat. Wei Zitong, on the other hand, was unfazed. As a transmigrator, he knew how magical the angels' abilities were. Earth's technology was like child's play to them.

He paid more attention to this hall, which he had never visited before. The hall was very tall, about seven to eight meters high, far exceeding the normal floor height of buildings. It was likely that the negative second floor was also integrated into it.

The entire hall was about a thousand square meters, with five thick pillars, each requiring one person to embrace, providing support. However, there were not many decorations in such a spacious hall. The most eye-catching feature was the giant angel statue in the center of the hall, which was five meters tall.

The angel statue was carved lifelike, with every muscle fiber clearly visible. Its attire was very similar to Yan's, a European-style armor paired with a short skirt. The only difference was that the angel statue held a Flame Sword in its hand!

Yes, as a transmigrator and a fan of anime, Wei Zitong was very sure that it was the Flame Sword!

He was very surprised that the basement of the Angel International Building housed an angel statue. Seeing Wei Zixue and Angel Yan arrive, several people in white robes who were praying around the statue all walked over and knelt on one knee to pay their respects to Yan.

"Greetings, Angel!"

Wei Zitong's eyes nearly popped out of his head because among these people were individuals he knew very well. To be precise, these people were the blood relatives of the original owner of his body and Wei Zixue – their father, mother, uncles, aunts, and even their grandparents.

"Alright, alright, children, get up!" Yan waved her hand kindly. She never spared her care for her believers. "We don't do this. Angels never enslave their believers; we only wish for you to live happily and peacefully!"

Wei Zitong never expected that Angel International was formed by a group of angel believers. It seemed that the original owner of his body's resentment towards his sister had dissipated. Inheriting the family business was not something Wei Zixue could choose. As a playboy, the original owner of his body certainly couldn't shoulder such a heavy responsibility. Only his diligent and ambitious sister, Wei Zixue, was the best choice!

"Hehehehe, child, do you want to know who this statue is carved after?" Yan turned and looked at Wei Zitong playfully, saying, "As long as you say you want to know, I'll tell you!"

Only then did Wei Zitong look up and carefully examine the face of the angel statue. As he looked, the figure of an angel emerged in his mind – Azhui!

Because, as far as he knew, for the past 2000 years, the only angel patrolling Earth had been Azhui. Once he had a clear image in his mind, the more he looked at the statue, the more it resembled Azhui.

Seeing the involuntary smile on Wei Zitong's lips, Yan knew that Wei Zitong might have already guessed the owner of the statue. Thus, she said with great confidence, "You guessed correctly. This is Azhui's statue. For the past 2000 years, Azhui has been the one patrolling Earth."

Wei Zitong thought, As expected, but he was quickly frightened by his own smug expression, breaking out in a cold sweat. He seemed to have fallen into a trap again!

Indeed, Yan's gaze towards him became more meaningful. She said, "It seems you know quite a lot about angels? Tell me, besides me and Azhui, which other sisters do you know?"

I won't say it. I'll die before I say it! Wei Zitong's eyelids twitched wildly. Angels are too cunning. I want to be a demon... Pfft, I want to be a mortal!

Seeing Wei Zitong's flushed face and his despairing expression, Yan smiled with satisfaction. It seemed she had forgotten her previous challenge and waved her hand, saying, "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. It's not too difficult to get this information, and it doesn't matter if you know it!"

Wei Zitong thought, Believing you would be foolish. Even the descendants of Deno didn't know much about angels. How could it be not difficult for an ordinary Earthling like him to know this information?

After this ordeal, Wei Zitong felt that half of his dreams had collapsed. This was actually his transmigrator mentality at play. He shouldn't have called out Yan's name directly just to get her attention. No matter which angel it was, encountering an ordinary intelligent creature from a low-level civilization who could casually call out their name would make them vigilant, suspecting that the intelligent creature might be an imposter of an angel's enemy.

However, Yan truly didn't trouble Wei Zitong anymore, which made Wei Zitong feel a strange sense of loss. He couldn't explain this feeling of gain and loss to himself. He felt like he had become another version of Ge Xiaolun.

Every time Yan inadvertently cast a glance his way, Wei Zitong would be excited for a long time. And when Yan ignored him, he would be disappointed for a long time.

Finally, as Yan finished her conversation with the believers of Angel International and prepared to leave, Wei Zitong called out that complete name: "Yan Augustus!"

This was also him confirming a guess in his heart, a very old guess!

Yan turned her head with a somewhat blank expression. How many years had it been? How many years had it been since someone had spoken her full name? She couldn't even remember clearly. She simply calculated it mentally; it had been nearly 7,000 years.

"I, I'm sorry..." Wei Zitong lowered his head with shame. Seeing Yan's reaction, his guess in his heart was confirmed, but what about next? How should he explain? He realized that whenever he faced Yan, he tended to get excited and do many irrational things!

Yan's expression changed from blankness to indifference. She didn't question Wei Zitong about how he knew her real name. Instead, she spread her wings and soared into the sky, leaving only a sentence echoing in the air...

"Remember this name, no matter how you learned it, please remember this name, and never forget it!"