Chapter 2729: Chapter 2724: Love and Hate, Flagship Edition

Was it really a deliberate operation?

The plan for this mission, one could say, is as detailed as having read the source code.

Whether others believe it or not, Fu Qian actually believes in Mr. Ji Sr.’s explanation.

Frankly, pretending to be the groom at a wedding and not being discovered has many methods of handling, turning the real groom into a puppet is relatively mild.

Even after becoming a puppet, there are still countless ways to hide, rather than casually placing it in the same room’s cabinet.

Moreover, openly admitting the real groom has become wood is too deliberate.

The real aim is hiding but to be discovered at this moment.

Such a coherent and unbelievably intricate plan is indeed special.

Despite appearing perfect, any small mistake in the details could lead to collapse.

For example, how can there be such confidence that Mr. Jose would realize it after being reminded?

And how can there be such confidence that the operation went unnoticed?

Mr. Ji Sr. even boldly apologized to the victim while fetching clothes, not fearing Mr. Jose might hear and stop reaching the Sanctuary?

The only explanation is that he is very certain Mr. Jose won’t notice the scene.

But why can’t he notice when he knows every corner of Em House Palace?

It’s simple: either Mr. Jose is too busy at that node to pay attention.

Or the place is specially disguised, even if Mr. Jose looks, he only sees a false normal.

The former requires top-notch intelligence support, theoretically achievable through trial and error.

The latter requires top-notch technical support, and it’s hard to escape the shadow of disguise.

In summary, it’s envy of the elders’ working conditions that allow such spectacular schemes — so why?

At this moment, the core intention of Mr. Ji Sr.’s operation seems clear; it’s using the "Don Juan" signature as a key node to stir Mr. Jose’s emotions greatly with indistinguishable authenticity.

It’s somewhat malicious, but besides nerve-racking, what’s the goal?

Fu Qian seems to have touched the most exciting part of the blood-red wedding, naturally recalling the spectacular scene in the Bronze Lady — the big brain encasing the small brain.

Could the brain-swollen corpse not be the groom?

"Hehe... a very interesting little game."

No matter what, Mr. Jose appears to have taken the groom’s spotlight with kingly might.

Holding the smooth wooden puppet, he lets out a low chuckle from his throat, worrying it might be crushed at any moment.

But in the end, he refrained from such demeaning behavior.

In the next moment, he turned the puppet Don Juan’s face towards himself.

"It’s a pity that at my age, you learn the only thing you can trust is your own eyes."

...

Indeed, this is the trap a Superior Being cannot escape.

The cold of high places, where only one’s judgment can be trusted.

Mr. Jose’s statement exudes dominance, yet for Fu Qian, it’s not surprising.

After all, he’s done similar things himself, using the Witch’s ring to replace Extraordinary Power, crafting a lie more effective the higher the ranking, creating a perfect second identity.

It’s clear Mr. Ji Sr. exploits this point — Mr. Jose, standing atop the world for years, is undoubtedly extremely confident in his judgment and won’t be easily swayed by words.

In his eyes, both Don Juan and the puppet seemingly have no issues.

So much so that this event seems like a nervous groom’s little prank.

"Yes, shall I continue?"

With such confidence, even the involved party seems affected.

Mr. Ji Sr. agrees with the game statement, suggesting his restrictions be lifted for him to complete the signature.

This reaction is undeniably provoking, still playing mind games.

Everyone here is streetwise, the desire to capture is obvious without thinking — engaging means losing.

"So, is this wedding happening or not? Want to sign it yourself?"

Pity that after Don Juan’s words, the pen on the marriage book remained stagnant for five seconds.

So much that he sighed softly, considering filial piety to his father.

...

Too arrogant, surely Don Juan usually wouldn’t dare behave like this.

At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to hear the audience’s restrained gasp as if restraining their heartbeats.

Clearly, even they noticed the groom’s oddity, though their greater concern is Mr. Jose’s thunderous wrath.

The fact is, the latter is intensely focused on the wedding’s final step.

Even if the groom’s actions have 99.99% prank content, there’s still zero tolerance for mistakes.

So how to confirm the remaining one thousandth? Fu Qian seems to have the answer —

"I understand your confidence, but I really am not Don Juan, including the one in your hand."

Sure enough, after the application was rejected, Mr. Ji Sr. also chuckled softly, his tone subtly poised for the final strike.

"Because the real Don Juan is you, I told you right from the start, it’s your wedding..."

Though his body couldn’t move, his eyes strained to indicate toward the audience.

"It’s always been you who gifted them joy... haven’t you felt it? At this moment, the call in their hearts, urgently wanting to merge with you."

...

It’s so filial, not only letting the father marry, but even gifting him the lovers?

The groom’s words are somewhat abstract but not hard to comprehend.

As the map reveals the dagger, yet another echoing resonates, returning to the initial saying, that Don Juan lacks an independent personality, merely a continuation of Mr. Jose’s life.

Even explaining why the small chamber rendezvous occurred, it seems to follow.

Stirring love to the utmost and repeatedly pulling in the Sanctuary, intensifying emotions to the extreme.

At this moment within this hall, a "web of emotions" stirred to the limit, calling for a certain name to join.

Must say, this father-son duo is fascinating, taking the term "love and hate" to an incredible height.

The father arranged a virtuous wife, seemingly even aided in romantic pursuits.

The son reciprocated by staging a disordered court crime, bringing double joy to Em House Palace today.

As for the goal — ha!

After staring at Don Juan for a few breaths, an even more frightening scene unfolds.

The puppet in Mr. Jose’s hand, seemingly poised to crush, does not break, but instead he thrusts it into the abdomen.

His own abdomen.

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