I, The Janitor! Chapter 202: Meeting? Usurping the Throne! (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 202: Meeting? Usurping the Throne! (Part 2)

Chapter 202: Meeting? Usurping the Throne! (Part 2)

What an idiot!

As the burned man blabbered on without even letting his buttocks warm the seat, the middle-aged man felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

After staying up all last night, he had barely regained his confidence, only to have it partially shattered by that "potato" sleeping at the door. Now, with the burned man advocating for the "potato" to become the new leader right in front of him, the middle-aged man's remaining confidence took another hit.

This is... everything was going according to his plan, but why is it suddenly going awry?

"Haha, Tig... Senior, you're joking, right?"

As the middle-aged man rubbed his temples in pain, Lyon, who had been harassed by the burned man, could no longer hold back. His expression turned stiff.

You're the gang that's causing chaos in the capital, can't you be a little more reliable? Why are you trying to force me to become the leader right after meeting me? If the undercover agent becomes the leader, how will the director look at me when I return? How will Isha, who leads the secret police in their pursuit of the gang, view me? And what about the princess, who claims to be my fiancee and has been repeatedly targeted by the gang for assassination?

Please, this role is not for me!

"Haha, I'm not joking."

Taking a deep breath, the burned man greedily sniffed the air near "Little Bavin" and smiled, resembling a perverted maniac.

"It's amazing! This scent is truly incredible!"

"Just sitting next to you, I feel like a tiger is holding my head... Little Bavin! Tell me honestly, do you have the ability to kill me instantly?"

"Er... my name is Little Bavin..."

"That's not important!"

The burned man patted Lyon's shoulder and said eagerly:

"My nose tells me that you're a true powerhouse! You possess formidable abilities and a strong inner strength. And despite your smile, deep down, you look down on me and Nathan!

Hahaha! By the way, your scent is exactly like Nathan's from back then! It's a pity he's lost that fragrance and turned into a stinking pile of dog poop! Little Bavin! You must maintain this scent, don't end up smelling as foul as he does!"

"Er..."

I do look down on the gang's actions and their leader, but can this be detected through scent?

After pondering the burned man's words, Lyon realized they weren't entirely nonsensical. There seemed to be a hidden meaning to them.

Could this madman's ability be some kind of animal instinct?

Just as Lyon was about to probe the burned man's abilities, he felt a slight tingling at the back of his neck, followed by a sharp wind sound in his right ear.

"Pop!"

Amid the air being pushed aside, the burned man, who was laughing at Lyon, leaned back slightly, avoiding something that had been aimed at his mouth. The strange object, carrying a gust of wind, embedded itself into the wall with a 'plop', causing a large chunk of the wall to crack and peel off.

Is this... a lead pellet from a slingshot?

Recognizing the embedded pellet, Lyon felt a slight itch on his shoulder, reminding him of another pellet that had been fired from a distance and still managed to shatter his scapula.

"Tig!"

A tall, scarred man with a slingshot emerged from a small, colorful door, his face filled with anger.

"If I hear you talk about Director Nathan like that again, the next pellet will be aimed at your temple!"

"Haha, do as you please."

"You!"

"Forget it, let's sit down first."

Raising his hand in a calming gesture, the tall man was about to introduce everyone when he noticed the door behind Little Bavin continuously twisting and changing. Five people, three men, and two women, entered one after the other.

Turning to look at the other members, Lyon couldn't help but ponder for a moment. He realized that the gang members, all anomaly bearers, were quite diverse in their appearances.

...

There was the tall, scarred man from the Secret Investigation Bureau, the short man who had taken over the body of Barton, the middle-aged man with a potbelly resembling a wealthy merchant, and a slender young man. They represented a variety of heights, builds, and sizes.

Next, the beastly burned man, the bald lady with a slingshot, the orange-haired old lady, and the clueless little girl—this time, they had gathered a diverse group of people, young and old, male and female.

There were twelve Anomaly Bearers in the Rogue Gang, including these eight individuals of varying heights and builds, and the known members: the Bandage Girl who took the bandages, the Heart-Throb who was captured and sent to the headquarters, and the Leader who could open doors everywhere...

So, was there still one person missing? But strangely, just as Leon was watching the door, expecting to see the twelfth Rogue Gang member, he heard the middle-aged man in the main seat clap his hands and announce:

"Everyone, since we have all gathered, let's begin."

Everyone has arrived? After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Leon couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

From a character perspective, he was very curious about the appearance of this last Anomaly Bearer, which would help the agency track down these individuals later.

However, due to the current lack of intelligence, Leon was worried that asking "Why is there one less person?" would lead to a response like "Why don't you know what happened to XXX?" and thus prematurely expose his identity. So, he turned around honestly, looked up at the middle-aged man in the main seat, but...

"Little Bavin, can you answer a question for me?"

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Leon, who had been looking at the door until the moment he declared everyone was present, before turning around.

"You seem to think... there's someone else coming?"

"..."

Damn! I just turned around a little late, and I'm already under suspicion? You must have a persecution complex!

"No."

After silently cursing the overly cautious Rogue Gang leader, Leon shook his head and calmly said, "I'm just curious about your ability. It's amazing how you can instantly teleport people from such a distance, no matter how many times I see it."

"I see."

After hearing Little Bavin's response, the middle-aged man nodded noncommittally and then stared at him, continuing his inquiry:

"I thought you wanted to see her... By the way, it's been a while since she attended a meeting. I almost forgot her name. Could you remind me?"

"..."

Is he... suspecting me now? Upon hearing this question, which was as good as saying, "I suspect you're a fake," Leon's heart skipped a beat.

"Leader, you're not joking with me, are you?"

Sensing the shifting gazes of the Rogues in the room, Leon frowned slightly and then desperately racked his brains for a solution while stalling for time:

"Uncle Owen told me yesterday that you seemed to have hostility towards me. I thought he was just drunk, but now it seems like you really..."

"Wait, we can discuss those things later."

Interrupting Little Bavin's rambling, the middle-aged man spoke emphatically, "I want to know her name right now. What is it?"

"..."

How the hell am I supposed to know her name? Sensing the increasingly unfriendly gazes directed at him, Leon sighed and was about to give an 'I don't know' answer, ready to endure the Rogues' binding package, when he suddenly had an idea, remembering what the middle-aged man had said earlier.

'I thought you wanted to see her...'

So, this last Anomaly Bearer is someone I know... or someone Little Bavin knows? Considering Little Bavin's reclusive personality and limited social circle, the person's identity could most likely be narrowed down to someone in Fat Uncle's family.

Last night, Fat Uncle knew staying might be dangerous, but he said they couldn't leave. Even if he and Aunt Fanny could go, what about...

"Nicole."

With the attitude of not leaving the answer blank, no matter what, Leon looked up and met the scrutinizing gaze of the middle-aged man. He bluffed, "Her name is Nicole."

(End of Chapter)

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