Turns Out He Was Just a Nobody

The cabinet officials were dumbfounded when they heard that, so furious they nearly laughed.

"You're still arguing? Shit, motherfucker, quit talking nonsense!"

"What if they can blow up a nuclear warhead in midair? What if they have x-ray vision and can sense danger? What if they can teleport?"

"Have you shit-for-brains ever considered that if even the slightest thing goes wrong, the White House—even all of humanity—could be wiped out!"

The official was so enraged that his chest heaved violently.

"I'm starting to suspect that you're a spy planted by the Russians, deliberately trying to get us all killed."

It had originally been nothing more than an angry remark, but unexpectedly...

The four-star general's face flashed with panic, and he instinctively cursed.

"Cyka blyat!"

At that moment, it was as if time had frozen. Everyone stared in shock, their jaws nearly dropping to the floor.

The conference room was so quiet that they could have heard a pin drop.

The President reacted swiftly, immediately rising to his feet and roaring.

"Secret Service, Secret Service! Arrest him! Don't let him get away!"

Only then did the four-star general come back to his senses. He struggled frantically, but seven or eight agents quickly pinned him to the ground like wolves pouncing on prey.

He twisted his body futilely, still cursing nonstop.

After a chaotic commotion, the general was escorted away, and silence returned to the conference room.

The President looked exhausted as he sank heavily back into his chair.

He swept his gaze across the room.

"Then I have decided to adopt a conciliatory approach. We must quell his anger."

"If possible, we should further win him over. Who supports this? Who opposes it?"

The cabinet officials all raised their hands in agreement, while the senior military officers hesitated.

They were not spies, but the hardline mindset long ingrained in the military of a hegemonic nation still made them agree with the four-star general deep down.

They did not want to support the conciliatory approach, but they were also afraid that voicing opposition would make them look like spies.

The President narrowed his eyes, seeing through their thoughts, and slowly spoke.

"Since mythical creatures like Lucifer truly exist, even if that spy's plan really works, how can you be sure he is the only legendary being?"

"If blowing up Lucifer brings out Michael, Gabriel, and other archangels—or even God himself descends... what will you do? Blow them up too?"

The generals' expressions stiffened. Left speechless by the question, they clearly had no answer and could only raise their hands as well.

"I agree."

"I agree too."

Night gradually fell.

A long convoy flashing red and blue police lights sliced through the stillness of the night and pulled up before Lu Xi's villa.

Lu Xi swept out with his consciousness and instantly detected the activity outside.

He seemed to have discovered something rather interesting. Wearing an intrigued smile, he calmly rose and headed for the door on his own.

A Cadillac The Beast slowly came to a stop at the villa's front entrance.

This was the President's exclusive vehicle, commonly known as Army One.

The door slowly opened, and the President stepped out first.

Seeing Lu Xi standing at the entrance, he hurried forward, extending both hands with exceptional enthusiasm.

"Lord Lucifer, good evening."

Lu Xi smiled and leisurely reached out to shake his hand, knowingly asking.

"Mr. President, what brings you here so late at night?"

The President turned slightly and beckoned toward the vehicle.

Soon, someone was escorted from the car. It was none other than General Ross.

However, compared to his previous arrogant, overbearing appearance, Ross now looked like an entirely different person.

He wore a conspicuous orange prison uniform, his hands bound in cold handcuffs. With his head lowered and a dejected expression, he looked utterly miserable.

The President cleared his throat and spoke with a sincere expression.

"We have thoroughly investigated the matter. Ross previously offended you, and we deeply regret it. We specifically brought him here today to apologize to you in person."

Ross was escorted over slowly, every step seeming incomparably heavy.

He secretly glanced up at Lu Xi, fear flickering in his eyes from time to time like a startled rabbit.

When he reached Lu Xi, Ross bent deeply at the waist in a ninety-degree bow and said in a trembling voice.

"Lord Lucifer, I acted entirely on my own this time. Without authorization from above, I rashly provoked you."

"The fault is entirely mine. I'm sorry!"

Lu Xi looked at this classic scapegoat apology and sneered inwardly. As if there had been no authorization.

Still, he could not be bothered to fuss over such matters. A teasing smile curled at his lips as he asked.

"I remember you said last time that when you're out in the world, you need power and connections."

As he spoke, Lu Xi lightly patted Ross's aged face.

"So let me ask you now—which gang are you from?"

Ross's expression instantly froze. Amid his fear was a trace of humiliation as he stammered his reply.

"Sorry, I'm a temp worker."

"Hahaha! So he's just a nobody."

Lu Xi could not help laughing. His laughter echoed through the night sky, making the atmosphere around them even more delicate.

The President waved his hand at the right moment, and the people holding Ross escorted him aside.

Someone took out a key and, with a click, unlocked the handcuffs on his wrists.

A look of relief at having survived a disaster appeared on Ross's face.

He and the President had already made an agreement: as long as he came willingly and sincerely apologized.

The President would only dismiss him from his post and would not arrest him.

Click!

But immediately afterward, another pair of handcuffs was locked around his wrists.

Ross looked utterly stunned, his eyes wide as he shouted in disbelief.

"Mr. President, didn't we agree that I wouldn't be arrested? What is this?"

The President spread his hands and said innocently.

"I promised you that the FBI would not arrest you, but these people are from S.H.I.E.L.D. Nothing wrong with that."

Ross cursed furiously. His flushed face looked especially comical against the orange prison uniform.

"You went back on your word! Fuck your mother! You @#￥@#..."

But before he could finish cursing, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents forcibly dragged him away, and his figure gradually vanished into the night.

The President looked at Lu Xi, his face piled with ingratiating smiles as he cautiously asked.

"My lord, are you satisfied with this resolution?"

Lu Xi nodded slightly and replied evenly.

"Not bad. Pretty good."

Seeing that Lu Xi seemed to be in a good mood, the President wanted to seize the opportunity to draw closer to him and had just begun to speak.

"Then, I wonder..."

At that moment, Lu Xi's eyes suddenly sharpened, as though he had sensed something extremely important.

He raised a hand to interrupt the President, his expression turning solemn.

"Mr. President, I have urgent business to attend to. We can talk another time."

His telekinesis, which covered the entire globe, had caught a faint trace of demonic godly aura.

A great battle was about to begin. He had no time to stand around here killing time.

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