Only This Admiration, Never False

Entangled with Spellcaster and Meng Lang, surrounded by Qing Ning, Mu Cheng, and the others, Fang Ran looked at the Moon God Hunt in his hand. The moment he heard those words that wiped the smile off his face,

Fang Ran spoke in a grave voice, utterly serious.

"Can I not go?"

"No."

Fang Ran: "."

Then came the instant reply, accompanied by a revived smile.

To be fair, Fang Ran understood why there had to be such a procedure. Strictly speaking, the National War was a contest between the official participant factions of different countries,

a competition to display the strength of both sides. Though there was inevitably some tension,

they were all representatives of their respective national forces, so they still had to keep up appearances.

It was just that Fang Ran really did not want to face the three people he had just screwed over.

Especially during the final second of the Ranked Battle. Though his vision had been dark and hazy then and he had not seen clearly, that black, sexy lace that seemed to have been studied beside a hot spring once

made him feel like he would suffocate from embarrassment.

Seeing the stiff expression on his face, as though he was already figuring out how to slip away,

Su smiled helplessly. The beautiful chief executive officer, dressed in a black suit that suited her perfectly, rested one hand at her waist while pressing the other against her forehead as she laughed.

"I can understand your concerns, little brother Fang Ran. After all, you just used that method to eliminate two of them. Meeting now would inevitably be a little awkward. Besides, these post-battle exchanges usually don't require attendance."

"Then—"

"But that is under the premise that both sides already know each other well. This