"Uh, isn't this a fighting tournament? Aren't other abilities forbidden?"
"Some powerful fighters can break through certain restrictions, but the power is greatly reduced. Yet this level of power..."
"There's only one explanation. This is his fighting-class power."
"Fighting is originally a technique of using one's body in battle. As long as those tentacles and feelers are part of his body... uh, no problem there!"
"But didn't the Master of Ceremonies say he was from the Special Task Force?"
"Heh, everyone has their little hobbies."
Though the conversation had gone a little off track, the well-informed spectators soon calmed down.
Of course, no one dared underestimate this smiling young man anymore.
He looked far easier to approach than before, when he had worn a hood and kept a stern face, but in the world of Professionals, truly ruthless people had no need to decorate themselves with harsh words.
A patch of empty space naturally formed around him. Even though he appeared quite friendly, no one was foolish enough to disturb him for no reason. How could someone whose disguise had just been exposed possibly be in a good mood?
"Actually, I'm in quite a good mood."
Contrary to the reality of being seen as a smiling tiger, Lu PingAn truly did not care much. His disguise had lasted this long, and all the goals he had expected to achieve had already been met.
Still, facing the evasive Eve, even Lu PingAn himself found the situation rather delicate.
"I'm already her Mother Killer... cough, Sister-Killing Enemy?"
"That depends on how you define death."
"If they knew about your current state..."
"I don't know, and I don't want to know."
Lu PingAn was not the only one conflicted. Ever since seeing the first little cat, Big Cat had remained restless and uneasy,