"Of course, it's the end of the world, right, boss?"

"It seems likely."

Feng Yi did a quick calculation and, come to think of it, if he really kicked the bucket one day, the world might indeed end. After all, from some philosophical perspectives, a person's life and death can directly impact the world they live in, and from a microscopic viewpoint, it's all possible.

Of course, Feng Yi didn't honestly disclose his health condition to Eggy, the carefree little dinosaur, and while taking the airship to the Capital of Saudi, the man and his dinosaur chatted away, tangent after tangent, and they should be almost there by now.

After all, today Mr. Li Xiang had embarked on a new round-the-world journey. As a man who had repeatedly failed and fought, Li Xiang never compromised on his desire for love. Having been hit hard and scorned, Li Xiang's values had twisted to some extent, and now he loudly proclaimed his aim to woo every girl under the heavens and become a thorough scoundrel.

Humans are such odd creatures. Often when the values they uphold become twisted, their path may veer off as well. Li Xiang was straying further and further from the proper way... This was a philosophical journey with no end in sight, but because this guy's thinking was somewhat lacking, even if he wanted to be a scoundrel, he needed white bread to eat, didn't he? With him being poor, ugly, and penniless, where was he going to find girls to woo?

More importantly, the identity of Li Xiang was already well-known in many countries, which meant that infiltrating Saudi had a low success rate and a high chance of coming a cropper halfway there. This applied even to a seasoned driver like him, who didn't need oars to row his boat. As the saying goes, driving without care results in tears from loved ones. No matter how skilled you are at driving, if you take the wrong path, you're bound to crash and burn under the sun.

After mulling it over for a full minute and heeding the counsel of the "wise" (mentally challenged) Eggy, Feng Yi finally decided to assume a new identity. Indeed, with such an advisor, what great deed could not be accomplished?

After all, if you want to infiltrate, you need to make a scene, especially since his time was running short. Thus, Feng Yi resolutely decided to spend these remaining days as a man of style and wit—a veteran of the field of romance.

And what's important for a seasoned player? Of course, it's to look dashing, be witty in conversation, and possess unfathomable strength. Luckily, this brother had strong hardware and believed that anything with substance could be closely imitated. Following the veterans' code, Feng Yi immediately bought himself a set of outerwear that he believed had some taste as soon as he stepped off the shuttle.

A pretty boy, a fresh young face, or should it be a mature, stable man brimming with substance? Feng Yi gave this some thought. It could be said that a pretty face and a young appeal are just popular taste, but to truly blend in with the social strata, such taste was not enough to catch the attention of the upper class. Therefore, Feng Yi decided to take the mature and stable route to be a man of substance.

He donned a brown trench coat and wore a tasteful hat, beneath which gleamed his slightly narrowed eyes that seemed to see through everything, along with a confident smile that could charm young girls, with a blade of grass tucked at the corner of his mouth—wait a minute, doesn't this look a bit like a herbivore? Perhaps holding a cigarette would be better?

As a result, Feng Yi who was already walking off the beaten path, learned to smoke at that moment.

Name: Rafael.

Nationality: Saudi.

Occupation: Jack-of-all-trades.

Age: Confidential. Isn't something more attractive the more mysterious it is? A man's age can also be a secret.

Hobbies: Diverse, but he had many regular pastimes for entertainment, such as billiards. He was a man who could clear a table in Snooker with a single shot.

There's also electronic sports, such as Galactic Warfare, and other mecha net battles with his Rafael ID, whose ID name is Rapid Assault, which basically means rushing to death.

Shooting, his forte is rapid-fire with a revolver. Rafael could draw his gun, load, aim at the target, and pull the trigger on the first bullet all within three seconds. His famous 360-degree indiscriminate death spray was the technique that made him a name.

But his greatest hobby is gambling, yes, you read that right and heard right, Rafael enjoys gambling and never tires of it. Of course, his motto is "I smoke, I drink, I gamble, I'm perverted, I'm crazy, but I'm a good man."

Personality: Strong

Strength: Undefined, for now let's just say he's Rank2, a man with a mysterious aura who often lurks in various underground venues without revealing his true abilities.

The above are roughly Rafael's characteristics.

What comes next, naturally, is to take a good look at the fine scenery of the Saudi Capital Planet, and along the way note down some places suitable for a man like the wind himself to frequent. So far, he already had his first target in mind.

Walking in the bustling city, amidst the complex streets that magnetic levitation shuttles whiz through, when the thunderstorm resounded at that instant, even Rafael issued a personal critique out of boredom, "Well, war really is an annoying thing."

Looking at the news broadcast by the thunderstorm watch, it was about the Flaming Legion's attack on the inland—a public message. The news reported that the two armies fought for three days and three nights before stopping, and without a doubt, the war ended in another victory for Saudi.

After putting away the thunderstorm watch, it wasn't long before the sky had gradually darkened…

Bars after nightfall are always Rafael's home ground, also the best spot for him to relax.

Under the respectful gazes of the black-clad guards, Feng Yi strode into one of the lower-level bars named Gallia Club. With a snap of his fingers, "Bartender, a glass of XO, the double-oh kind, neat, with two cubes of ice."

He also slammed down a shiny gold coin along with his order on the bar.

"Right away, sir, at your heartfelt service." Under the envious gazes of everyone, the waiter's eyes sparkled brilliantly; that was a Boffy Coin, the highest-valued currency in the world, worth 420,000 each.

Yet Feng Yi appeared utterly indifferent, letting the gazes of others scan over him as he slowly savored the taste of his drink…

At the same time, he was continuously calculating his next move in his mind. Now that he was in the Saudi Capital, slipping in wouldn't be difficult with his ability. What was important was to obtain necessary information through Eggy's special ability, even to grasp the frequent hangouts of the Saudi upper echelon. Combining the intelligence in hand, he would decide his next step, whether to continue to command the elite troops to stand by or to go in alone, becoming a true lone hero.

Feng Yi shook his head… and quickly abandoned that somewhat unrealistic thought. Given his current physical condition, he could no longer sustain high-intensity combat. If the followers of the Saudi elite were extremely strong, his situation would become quite passive.

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