"I'm here already. Sleepy Banana Society, right? Thanks, buddy."
"Let me handle this. My instincts tell me there's something seriously wrong with their bananas."
Botion glanced at the ground beneath his feet.
"At first, I thought something had been buried around here. Now it looks like the people are what's wrong."
After parting ways with Mika, the ultimate agent Botion took the initiative to search for the Sleepy Banana Society's hideout.
At last, in a relatively secluded spot, he heard suspicious voices.
"I can't make an exception for you."
A man stood at the entrance, blocking a woman outside.
"You keep saying you're a fan of Sleepy Banana Monkey, but when we ask you anything, you don't know a thing."
"I think... you'd better not join in. Only genuine fans are allowed inside."
"Wait, I just can't remember right now!" The girl hurriedly thought as hard as she could, desperately forcing her brain to work and awakening memories buried deep in her soul.
"Right, right, Article Twenty... Article Twenty is... I hope everyone can see this world clearly—a perfect arc that is still taking shape!"
"?" The man froze, then narrowed his eyes.
"What does that even have to do with anything? You should just go home. These days' events are very special; you can't get in just by following the crowd."
Seeing the girl chased away by the gatekeeper, Botion thought for a moment before deciding to try his luck.
He stepped forward and headed toward the Sleepy Banana Society's hideout.
"Hey, friend, wait a moment. Are you here for the Sleepy Banana Society event?"
Unsurprisingly, Botion was stopped outside.
"Did you bring your membership card? What's your number?"
In response to the gatekeeper's questions, Botion said disdainfully, "What kind of banana crap is that?"
"Looks like another trend-chaser."