There were strict protective inspections everywhere in the Alliance. After coming to Banu Star* for more than a week, Ji Xingjue finally got a detailed map of the Chairman’s mansion after working overtime every day.

An Hong’s reputation in the Alliance was polarized. People who like him would proudly boast extravagant embellishments, full of hype, while people who didn’t like him directly form an organization to resist the Chairman of the Council.

It was said that there was a dark room under his mansion, which was specially used to hide some shady things. The Alliance was a very democratic place, which was reflected in the fact that political opponents use false information to attack, and citizens would watch it with gusto.

But his goal was just a piece of data, which should be in An Hong’s optical brain,

in the study room.

When night fell, there was a sudden knock on the door of his room.

Ji Xingjue planned several escape routes. He connected to the Star Network, trying to figure out how to do something to attract An Hong’s attention. When he heard the knock on the door, he moved his fingertips, connected to the hotel’s surveillance system, and glanced at the person by the door.

Qi Qing.

Ji Xingjue suddenly felt a headache.

When they were face to face before, he didn’t even look at Qi Qing carefully, but now through the screen, he carefully stared at Qi Qing in the picture.

The latter was keenly aware of the gaze, and looked up at the hidden monitor on the door with sharp eyes.

He knew it.

Ji Xingjue heaved a sigh resignedly, got up and went to open the door. ” Your Excellency Marshal, what’s the matter?”

Qi Qing stood there leisurely, and glanced into his room. “It’s dinner time. Seeing that Mr. Armon hasn’t gone out yet, I came to remind you.”

Ji Xingjue showed a false smile. “Oh? So the Marshal hasn’t left the hotel. I thought the Marshal would be very busy.”

Why are you so idle?

Qi Qing didn’t seem to understand what he meant, and pointed to his room sideways. “The dinner has been served, if Mr. Armon doesn’t dislike it, why don’t we have dinner together?”

Ji Xingjue rolled his eyes and smiled. “I’m afraid it’s not convenient.”

Qi Qing raised his eyelids.

Ji Xingjue said, exasperatingly slow, “Sorry, my wife will be jealous.”

Qi Qing: “…”

Qi Qing half-closed his eyes, unable to tell what his expressions were. “Then isn’t Mr. Armon curious as to how I know you didn’t go out?”