The Rockets of the Spirits Start

Aware of the determination contained in Nobunaga's words, Daigo thoroughly confirmed the conjecture in his heart, but he did not continue to ask about the detailed plan.

He didn't even express to Nobunaga some of the goals he figured out. He just showed an approachable attitude. Like ordinary old friends gathering together, he put down the coffee cup in his hand and said softly:

"This time, the plan for the independence of the Orange Islands must be entrenched in the five major families in Guandu, as well as those old people who have caused you to bleed a lot."

"Compared to exchanging the interests of those families, the conditions that our Fengyuan Alliance asks for you are almost the same as Kentaro's mane, not worth mentioning."

"So, who is the real friend of the Archipelago and the Orange Alliance, I think you should understand."

Nobunaga, who had endured swallowing the bitter fruit of the Master Ball, heard Dawu's sensible change of topic, and faced himself with an equal attitude of both parties.

"A mere vulgar profit is not worth anything, but with the promise made by the entire Orange Alliance, it is something that other regions can't exchange for it."

Nobunaga's remarks neither refuted the meaning of it, but saved Dawu's face, but also raised the price he paid in disguise, and aggravated the relationship other than cooperation between the two parties.

Daigo, who also understands the underlying logic, stopped mentioning the difference in the agreement between the family and Hoenn when he saw it, as if he had given up the idea of ​​fighting for benefits again.

Seeing Dawu go down the steps, strictly abide by the table manners of the nobles, pick up the steel fork next to the plate, tie up a piece of cake, and put it into his mouth to taste.

From the previous conversation between the two, I guessed that Dago had to meet this time, except that he wanted to take the opportunity to observe himself, the president of the Orange Alliance.

Whether it is worth his betting, in addition to the political resources of the Hoenn Alliance, there is also Nobunaga, who is exploring the subsequent use of this master ball included in the transaction between the two parties, although the expression on his face has not changed.

However, in his heart, he felt a little bit like facing a mature politician for the eldest son of Devin, who used to disdain the title of the league champion.

…

The two protagonists in the private room suddenly fell silent, the water level in the coffee cup kept dropping, and the cakes on the table disappeared piece by piece, but the atmosphere between the two gradually became unusually harmonious.

During this meeting, Nobunaga and Daigo, who both got what they wanted, found out that neither of them wanted to increase their cooperation.

In a hurry to sort out the internal affairs of the Hoenn Alliance, and now that time is extremely precious, Dawu glanced at Nobunaga with a friendly look, and said politely:

"Sorry, there are a lot of things in the league that need me to arrange recently. I'm afraid I won't be able to spend too much time with you today."

"Well, when you come to Hoenn next time, let me treat you well."

Nobunaga, who was still enjoying the No. 1 confectionery in Saiyou City with an intoxicated expression, got up apologetically when he saw Daigo finish saying these words.

Immediately, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and said with a gentle smile:

"September 1st, if President Dawu is no longer as busy as he is today with all the complicated affairs of the alliance, then please come to Little Orange Island to participate in the inauguration ceremony of the Orange Alliance."

Hearing the exact time and place, Dawu, who was about to cross the threshold of the private room, his eyes suddenly froze, his head turned slightly to the side, and he returned with a serious face:

"I will seriously consider your proposal."

After the voice fell, Nobunaga, who was sitting leisurely on the small sofa with a smile, looked at Hoenn Alliance President Ogo who walked out of the door quickly, and thought to himself:

"What I said just now broke through the dilemma that the Hoenn Alliance is currently entangled in internal affairs, especially the rotten roots that Dago has to face, which has been run by those old guys for many years."

"But why didn't he give an accurate answer? Did the remaining remnants put him so much pressure?"

When he was confused about this question, Nobunaga couldn't return to God for a long time. He was pushed and woken up by the Variety Monster who had eaten up the refreshments on the table. In order to relieve the dry eyes, he blinked his eyelids twice.

His mood calmed down again, and Nobunaga, whose mind was cluttered with thoughts, had an inexplicable helpless smile on his face, raised his hands and gently embraced the Variety Monster into his arms.

At the same time, he glanced at the table that had been cleaned up, leaving behind a few brand new ten-million-dollar bills, and whispered to himself in a relaxed voice:

"It seems that no matter what Daigo wants to do, at least in a short period of time, Hoenn should not be able to intervene. The internal affairs of the Orange Islands are involved..."

"Well, I should go too."

After all, Nobunaga embraced the Variety Monster with one hand, picked up the black trench coat hanging on the hanger, and walked out of the quiet cafe.

With the scorching sun in the sky, looking at Jun Sha and the police officers who led the elves to block the streets, Nobunaga did not care about the direction of public opinion and how much influence he would have in the future.

In front of everyone, he released double-bombing gas, put on his windbreaker with a big hand, jumped on top of his head calmly, and said loudly below him:

"Ignore them and go back to Little Orange Island."

Hearing Nobunaga's slow order, he was about to release the breath of a champion to deter the double-bombing gas of the elves on both sides of the road, and silently retracted his cold gaze.

He quickly controlled the transparent smoke, formed a thin shield around his huge body, rushed high into the sky and flew to the sea north of the island at high speed.

(PS: Caiyou City, the headquarters of the Hoenn Alliance, is a medium-sized island in the lower right corner of the mainland.)

…

Outside the cafe.

As the dangerous person Nobunaga left, the police officers who were in charge of blocking the area still stood there nervously, as if their muscles had stiffened in the tension between the two sides.

Minutes and seconds passed, and the screams of a young police officer suddenly resounded throughout the street.

"Ah!!!" (falls)

That's right, this silent situation lasted until a young police officer recovered his mind and accidentally fell to the ground when he wanted to turn around and ask the captain. This awkward silence was finally broken.

"Is that the Union's six-star wanted criminal! When he was looking at me just now, my legs were shaking."

"..."

"As expected, it is indeed the person that President Dawu wants to meet in person. The double-bomb gas has shocked all my elves with its cold eyes."

"..."

"Although he is a wanted criminal with bad behavior~www.readwn.com~ But, he is really handsome∽"

"..."

Listening to the voices of the surrounding police officers discussing, especially the praises of some female police officers, and the heartfelt admiration of middle-aged police officers.

Standing next to the off-road police car, Jun Sha's face became more and more ugly. These words were like a fist in the ring, smashing into the heart of this Caiyou City Police Station Jun Sha.

"Shut up everyone! Who allowed you to chat during the mission!"

"I'll reiterate it to you again! Nobunaga, the champion of the poison department! He's just a wanted criminal who needs to be eliminated by the Alliance! I, Junsha, will never allow anyone to regard him as a strong man for such a despicable and shameless sinner!"

"Quickly appease the surrounding shops, and then collect the team and return to the police station!"

On the surface, Jun Sha, who is valiant and valiant, issued an order to the police officers in a tone that suppressed her anger.

Leng Bingbing looked at the instantly quiet street, opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot's seat, then ordered the police officer closest to him in a strong voice:

"Drive back to the police station!"

"Yes!"

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