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Chapter 203 - 158 Mr. Kanchef, you don’t want your daughter..

Chapter 203: Chapter 158 Mr. Kanchef, you don’t want your daughter..

"You’re Brian?"

A middle-aged Mediterranean man holding a reception sign looked at the tall, handsome, squeaky-clean Brian before him and let out a sigh of relief.

This kid looks like a total sweetheart, an easy-going puppy dog.

Brian adjusted the glasses on his face and shyly smiled, "Yes, may I ask what my next steps are?"

In order to give a good first impression to his London colleagues and to lower their guard, Brian had gone out of his way to get a pair of decorative platinum Sven nerd glasses before setting off.

So far, it seemed to be working.

At least three or four flight attendants, five or six unknown ladies, and seven or eight imposing English gentlemen had left their contact information with him, but Brian had tossed them all into the trash bin.

He wasn’t the kind to live off others!

The Mediterranean middle-aged man, clearly also had a good impression of Brian.

He reached out his hand, "My name is Kanchef. We have a lot to do today; I’ll take you to the training camp first."

Kanchef drove an old Beetle car, its body light blue, tiny, with large headlights that made it look incredibly cute, but it could hardly accommodate the two big men.

When Brian squeezed into the passenger seat, he immediately felt the car sink and couldn’t stretch out his legs, which was pretty uncomfortable.

Kanchef looked apologetic, "During the last mission, some idiot wrecked my car, so I had to take my daughter’s."

Brian lightly sniffed and nodded, "She must be very gentle, reserved, kindhearted, and enjoys making little treats. Mr. Kanchef, you have a good daughter."

Hearing this, Kanchef slowed down the car and curiously asked, "That’s a very accurate guess. How did you know?"

"By the scent of a woman..."

Brian looked out the window, caught a leaf that floated by, played with it, and said with a smile, "Each person’s preference for certain scents is somewhat related to their personality. As for her liking to make sweets, it’s because of the pack of still fragrant cookies in your pocket from a homemade packaging, not the sweets sold outside."

Surprise flashed in Kanchef’s eyes.

He promptly parked the car, pulled out his pipe from his chest pocket, filled it with some tobacco, lit it up, and skillfully puffed out a few rings of smoke, "How do you make sure they were made by my daughter and not by my wife?"

Brian shrugged:

"Because your wife passed away a long time ago, at least over three years ago.

It was the ring mark on your finger and the wear on your wedding band that told me.

You loved your wife dearly and have remained single ever since.

However, you have a long-term female friend, just friends, who likes you and even gave you the tie you’re wearing now. You know she has feelings for you but you can’t get past the barrier in your heart, so you’ve just kept her as a very good friend.

You’ve been struggling with this issue lately, suffering from severe insomnia, and can only sleep with the help of sleep medication.

Also, there are three bugs in this car, ensuring that our conversation and chat are received by the person in the truck behind us.

So, Mr. Kanchef, did I pass my entrance assessment?"

Kanchef, pipe clenched between his teeth, frowned, "Although this isn’t the roleplay we had prepared, your observation and deductive skills have earned my approval. Congratulations, Brian, you’ve passed the entrance assessment. Did Ms. Susan give you a heads up?"

Brian adjusted his glasses and shook his head:

"You told me. When I asked you about the arrangements, you didn’t reveal your identity, just directly said you’d take me to the training camp. That’s not normal, signaling that in your subconscious, I didn’t deserve to know your identity yet.

After getting in the car, I habitually checked around and noticed these somewhat conspicuous bugs.

I am representing NW training personnel; whether it’s for face or something else, the Night Demon Organization wouldn’t harm me.

So I inferred that there must be some sort of assessment next.

It’s too troublesome and too passive.

Better to just show my abilities outright, it’s easier for everyone."

Ever since his "Spirit" reached a strength of 1.3, his thought processing speed had increased three or four times compared to before the Blood Moon, becoming increasingly superhuman.

...

"All right, I am the verifier after you have passed the assessment, and you have been assigned to the next group of recommended personnel, usually a one-month period, with the top three earning the right to exchange for rare reagents," Kanchef knocked out the ash from his pipe and packed it away neatly.

"Does everyone have this assessment?"

"No, only those who are temporarily joining, but your recommender, Ms. Susan, is very confident in you. In fact, you performed even better than she said. At least I can’t understand how you knew about the woman troubles I’ve been having recently."

Kanchef looked at Brian wordlessly, "Mate, that’s my biggest secret, which you just blurted out, now I don’t even know how to explain it to my daughter!"

Brian chuckled lightly:

"The external signs of your medication intake are obvious, indicating severe anxiety and insomnia.

At that point, I actually didn’t know what was causing your anxiety.

After all, in our line of work, it’s normal to have a lot of worries.

But when I deduced your involvement with a woman from the unfitting new tie and spoke of it, your eyes frequently darted to the rearview mirror, so I knew the reason for your anxiety."