One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Wang Ye slapped the water's surface and laughed so hard he choked on the water.

Zhuge Qing laughed so hard he could barely hold his wine cup, shaking his head repeatedly.

"Brilliant! I was wondering why Chu Lan suddenly turned into a hero; it turns out he used his family's secret art of staged accidents!"

Even Xiao Zizai, who had been resting with his eyes closed, couldn't help but reveal a pleased smile:

"His ability to bend and stretch, and his skill in faking accidents without leaving a trace, is truly astonishing."

When his own advisor exposed him in front of everyone, Zhang Chulan blushed, but he was absolutely unwilling to admit defeat.

"Master! What are you saying! I was just using deception in war! I was using tactical deception!"

Zhang Chulan tried to save face, defending himself with righteous indignation:

"I was trying to lull the enemy into a false sense of security and test their limits! Did they really think I was rolling around on the ground to stage an accident? I was trying to extract information!"

"Alright, alright, stop making excuses. If you keep bragging, this water will boil."

Zhang Lingyu, who was in the corner, couldn't listen to it anymore.

Although he felt that Zhang Chulan's actions were shameful, since they had encountered the Japanese team, he still had to ask about this serious matter.

Zhang Lingyu sat up slightly in the water, his expression becoming serious:

"Chu Lan, let's get down to business."

"After this brief encounter, what's your assessment of the Japanese team's strength?"

Chapter 328 You all like to play dumb to fool others, right?!

Hearing Zhang Lingyu ask about serious matters.

Zhang Chulan's playful smile immediately vanished.

He casually wiped the water droplets from his face, and his eyes became unusually clear and sharp.

"Junior Uncle, to tell you the truth..."

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice, his tone utterly solemn:

"The company didn't get any useful information from these people this time. They've defended themselves like an iron barrel."

"I deliberately caused trouble with them on the street today, actually to test their limits."

Zhang Chulan scanned the crowd and said, word by word:

"These people are extremely strong. They are very troublesome."

"Especially that guy who led the bowing apology, if I'm not mistaken, he should be the captain."

Zhang Chulan recalled the look in Abe Genji's eyes when he walked over, and a chill ran down his spine:

"That guy seemed to have a good temper and took all the responsibility upon himself. But when he got close to me, my Qi instinctively generated a strong defensive impulse."

"That kind of oppressive feeling, I've only ever felt from those few old monsters in our own country. He's definitely a monster who can hide his emotions and killing intent to the extreme!"

"And that white-haired guy with the knife, and that tall guy who looks like a mute, they're incredibly tough, definitely hard-hitting characters honed in real combat."

After listening to Zhang Chulan's detailed analysis, the atmosphere in the hot spring pool immediately became serious.

Black Pipe nodded, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "I knew you wouldn't embarrass yourself for no reason. This 'playing dumb to fool the enemy' tactic is indeed cunning."

Zhuge Qing raised his wine cup and offered a distant toast to Zhang Chulan:

"You may look like a clown, but you're actually very perceptive. Chu Lan, I have to admire your shrewdness."

After being praised so much, Zhang Chulan got a little cocky again.

He chuckled, leaned back against the rock, and casually added:

"However, as strong as they are, the composition of their team is a bit hard to understand."

Zhang Chulan stroked his chin, looking puzzled:

"The leader and the one with the knife are indeed troublesome. But, there's that loud, boisterous little girl in their group with her hair in a bun..."

"That girl looks like a naive and innocent girl, and when I tested her, I felt that her aura was quite ordinary. She should be a weakling."

Zhang Chulan shrugged, his tone filled with incomprehension and a hint of disdain:

"I really don't understand what those Japanese were thinking in this high-level match where gods are fighting. They actually managed to sneak this mascot into the starting lineup. He's probably just a decorative vase to fill the quota."

The voice just fell.

The atmosphere in the hot spring pool, which had been somewhat lively, suddenly became a little eerie.

Zhang Tianyi was toying with the wine glass in his hand.

Hearing Zhang Chulan's last words.

His hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.

A flicker of pity, as if looking at a fool, flashed in those deep, steamy eyes.

"Weakling?"

Zhang Tianyi smiled knowingly, tilted his head back, and downed the sake in his glass in one gulp.

"Alright, grandson."

Zhang Tianyi grinned and patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder as if to go along with it:

"Since you think he's a weakling, then when you meet him on the field, you'd better take good care of him."

"Show some sportsmanship like you're the champion of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, and don't let that young lady lose too badly."

"Don't worry, sir!"

Zhang Chulan thumped his chest loudly, his face radiating righteous indignation:

"Am I the kind of person who would cruelly destroy a beautiful woman? I'll definitely stop when I'm done with it, and my main approach will be to win people over with virtue!"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, who were sitting next to each other, exchanged a glance and silently moved to the side.

Based on their understanding of this living ancestor over this period of time.

The brighter the second advisor's smile, the greater the chance of the person being praised being unlucky.

It seems Lao Zhang is about to fall into a trap again.

……

At the same time.

A super luxury hotel located in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

This area has been entirely booked by the event organizing committee and is used exclusively for the daily dining and rest areas of participating athletes from various countries.

It was already past 2 a.m., and the restaurant was quiet with only a few people around.

In front of the bar.

A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a floral shirt, is holding a martini in one hand.

He was extremely handsome, with that signature sunny smile, he looked like the male lead straight out of a Hollywood teen movie.

William, captain of the U.S. team.

"Hey friend."

William smiled broadly, raising his glass to the Japanese waiter behind the bar:

"This drink is perfectly mixed. But did you forget to add that little olive for garnish?"

That smile looked incredibly friendly.

But the waiter was trembling like a sieve, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"I'm so sorry, sir! I...I'll get you a new cup right away!"

The waiter bowed stammeringly, almost in tears.

"Oh, don't be so nervous, it's nothing."

William extended his free left hand and patted the waiter on the shoulder in a very friendly manner.

With that one strike.

The waiter felt half of his body go numb instantly, as if he had been gently numb by a several-ton elephant.

William withdrew his hand, still smiling brightly.

But his right hand, which had been supporting him on the marble bar, had now left the countertop.

On that incredibly hard marble tabletop.

Five clear finger-shaped indentations, each half an inch deep, were clearly visible!

"Remember to add it next time!"

William, holding his wine glass, turned and walked away with light steps.

The waiter was left staring at the fingerprints on the marble when his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

At a long dining table not far from the bar.

A young European man with messy hair like a bird's nest and wearing thick glasses.

He was holding a caliper in one hand, his back was bent, and his face was almost touching the plate.

Alan, representative of the Jade Institute of Great Britain.

"Three point two millimeters..."

Allen pushed up his slipped glasses, his brow furrowed, and he muttered nervously to himself:

"This piece of salmon is actually 0.1 millimeters thicker than the previous one."

"This crude knife work not only destroys the golden ratio of the fish's texture, but also tramples on the beauty of geometry!"

He used tweezers to pick up the piece of salmon with a look of disgust and threw it into the nearby trash can, as if he were dealing with a piece of toxic waste.

"Failed, all of them failed."

And in the corner of the restaurant, at the very back, on a genuine leather sofa.