Womenswear Is the Only Way to Atone

With Su Qun at risk of his injuries relapsing and the Night Bureau having no C-Rank participant available to fight, the contradiction made the atmosphere somewhat grim.

Then Fang Ran, sounding as though he had only just understood what they were discussing, spoke in the innocent tone of someone saying, "What are you looking for? I've got one," with a touch of embarrassment that made it seem like he was showing off.

"Um... I'm C-Rank now."

That was what he said.

In the villa's second-floor lounge, every member of the Night Bureau sitting on the scattered sofas froze in unison.

Then, the next second, they realized what exactly he had just said.

"Heh heh heh heh."

Spellcaster was the first to hold his forehead and let out a suppressed laugh. Then he stood up and sat down beside Fang Ran.

With the compassionate gaze one reserved for an intellectually disabled child, he patted Fang Ran's shoulder as though he had finally remembered his duty as a senior and spoke earnestly.

"Xiao Fang, I know you overturned your jet ski the day before yesterday and got some water in your brain."

That first sentence made Fang Ran purse his lips expressionlessly as he met his "caring gaze for the intellectually disabled," deciding that the next time he rode a jet ski, he would definitely bring Spellcaster along.

"But as a senior who went through that stage myself, I can understand a boy your age longing for great power, but..."

Fang Ran silently brought up his participant interface.

"But... but, but, but—"

Then he saw the glaringly obvious "C" on the pale-blue, technologically intricate participant interface. Spellcaster froze mid-sentence like an old broken radio, his expression blanking out completely.

At last, he revealed a dashing smile that refused to accept reality.

"But