Chapter 135: Ready to charge, the shady little raccoon showed his shady little claws...

Putting aside the eyebrow dispute between the raccoon and the cat, the gangsters below seemed to be negotiating in a very serious and solemn manner - at least the moment Gin's leather shoes stepped into the hall, the surrounding members of the Hyakkikai tensed their backs as if they were facing a great enemy.

Although they said "there are guests coming", Gin didn't know whether he considered himself a guest or not. The members of the Hundred Demons Society naturally would not welcome the man who had just killed the young master as a distinguished guest.

Although some people looked afraid, they still held their knives and waited for their boss's order to hack him to death.

Even though this man codenamed Gin is a notorious criminal in the underworld, and the organization behind him is almost completely omnipotent in Japan...but the Hundred Demons Society is no pushover! They should let these newcomers see the spirit of the underworld! The passion of their brothers and the backbone of the Hundred Demons!

Thinking of the glory of conquering all corners and collecting protection fees in the past, even the fear in the eyes of the Hundred Ghosts Society's younger brothers faded a lot. They all looked eagerly at their boss and waited for his orders.

But their leader, the old man sitting at the top, just sat there with his back bent, looking at the visitor with a cold gaze, as if the other party was just an ordinary "guest" who came to cause trouble.

Gin didn't seem to be aware of the deep hatred he had with the other side - he casually extinguished his cigar on the tip of the knife of his younger brother who was holding a knife at the side, and stepped into the hall on the wooden floor while the latter stared at him for a moment.

His long, silvery hair, like brocade, swayed slightly behind him as he walked. He ignored the dagger-like gazes around him and spoke in a calm tone, without a hint of regret: "The organization deeply regrets the accident that happened to your young master."

The attitude that the organization wants to express is quite clear - if they can kill the younger ones today, they can take care of the older ones tomorrow as well. Let the old man Hyakkishiro think about it himself, and if he is not afraid of death, he can continue to oppose the organization.

Chaomu tiptoed into the main hall and looked down to see veins bulging on the knuckles of the old man Baigui who was holding the teacup. When he heard the word "deep regret", he became even more furious and squeezed the teacup into a small crack.

For a moment, she thought the old man looked like he wanted to throw tea on Gin's face and say, "It's a good thing it's a pity. Don't regret it next time."

But the old man just held the teacup tightly, his knuckles turning white. He did nothing else except keep his back bent in endurance.

It looks a little strange.

When she had this feeling, Chaomu herself was slightly stunned: after all, she had never actually seen this old man, she had only seen his last name on her resume.

The next moment, the hall in her sight seemed to be drawn into some deep vortex, faded and distorted, and she seemed to be sucked into another scene.

It seemed like an annoying midsummer, with the cicadas chirping shrilly and even the air feeling hot.

...Did I enter a cutscene? Did it trigger some kind of plot recap?

The player thought calmly.

At this moment, she had turned back into human form. Looking down, she was wearing a uniform that was very consistent with the traditional design of the two-dimensional world. The only difference was that the hem of the school uniform was stained with ink, and the white socks had holes in them, revealing the bruises on her knees.

Although it was supposed to be a memory, Chaomu didn't seem to be a controlled puppet in the plot and could still move. She stretched out her hand and clenched her fist, feeling that her strength seemed to be much weaker than before - but it probably had nothing to do with being powerless.

There was a long cut on her palm, unbandaged and still bleeding. But she had a vague feeling that the person who had inflicted these wounds on her must have been hurt worse than she was.

Blurred high school NPCs came and went around her, none of them speaking to her, as if she, a living being, had no presence at all. Chaomu glanced around, seeing no signs of direction, only a door ahead, so she took a tentative step forward.

The door opened a little.

Through the half-open door, a middle-aged man in a suit was nodding and bowing to the old man in a black haori, with cold sweat on his temples.

"Don't worry, Mr. Baigui, we will deal with this matter seriously..." The middle-aged teacher's voice was like a chicken with its neck strangled. "Ms. Chaomu did have some conflicts with your son, and the school has already punished her... These are just ordinary frictions..."

When the word "ordinary friction" entered my ears, some subtle memories were revived.

First, a desk appeared. If you looked closely, you could see densely packed harsh words on it. Compared with some vulgar words that were mostly effective only on women, words like "orphan", "pauper", "go back to your rat's nest", and "trash belongs in your trash can" all seemed like jokes between children.

This magical desk that suddenly appeared in the memory is not only special in this way, it is also a blind box that makes people full of surprises. Today there may be a bloody dead mouse in the belly of the desk, and tomorrow there may be glass fragments or even blades - this is a desk with a big belly that can accommodate all the dark malice, hiding them all in the belly of the desk, and the teachers can naturally pretend not to see them.

After all, what Chaomu suffered was just a little grievance that seemed like a joke. This desk is also movable. At most, she can just get a new desk. If she makes Master Baigui unhappy, the school leaders will lose their jobs!

As for those common scrapes, they were simply playful encounters between classmates. The victim's own thoughts, or whether or not he was unhappy with the term "scuffing," were irrelevant. The injuries themselves were minor matters, and they would heal with time, seemingly without fatal consequences.

The economy is in recession now, and everyone has their own difficulties... The news in the newspapers is already bad enough, and if they report more negative news, how can ordinary people live?

However, the school leaders did not expect that not only the victim was dissatisfied, but the old man in the black haori was also extremely dissatisfied with the term "ordinary friction".

"What's just a common scrape? That little mouse bit off two of my son's fingers this time!" He slammed his ghost-head cane against the ground, his face filled with surprise. "He also broke a few ribs in the surprise attack. What on earth are you thinking, the school?"

The school leaders also felt a little bad - after all, that gray-faced student did cause a lot of trouble to the school.

What kind of gangster brats, what kind of high-ranking official brats, they bully people whenever they want, but why is the bullied student so stupid that she doesn't know how to endure it? What good will it do for her to go against them? Isn't it okay to just endure it?

Now that the steel plate has been offended, the gang leader has come to our door. Who knows if they will drag that stupid student away and turn him into a concrete pillar and sink it into Tokyo Bay!

Unexpectedly, Mr. Baigui's temper seemed to be better than they imagined.

"According to common sense, that crazy girl's life wouldn't even be enough to pay for my son's death..." As he spoke, the old man's face revealed a hint of superficial kindness. "But now we live in a society ruled by law, and I'm certainly not a devil..."

"Just let her drop out of school, come to my house and apologize to my son, pay some compensation, and this matter will be over."

"An orphan? No money? Then she must be of some other use—"

In the bright office, an old man in fine clothes and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie are discussing the fate of others.

In the dark corridor outside the door, Chaomu's knuckles were cracking, and he wished he could smash Lao Deng to pieces with his left punch and beat Zhong Deng to a pulp with his right punch.

But the plot didn't seem to allow her to do this. She stayed in that thin body, looking down at her thin wrists. Malnutrition and years of violence had left this body with explosive power but no endurance. She couldn't get used to the shaky feeling after just a moment, let alone fighting.

I guess I just had a fight...my stomach is growling.

So Chaomu staggered back like a wandering soul, intending to find something to eat in the trash can. As she passed by the window, she saw herself reflected in the glass. Her short hair, with long bangs, half-covered her golden eyes, made her look particularly pale and dark.

The gloomy little raccoon was still at level 0 at the time and could only retreat gloomily into her little trash can.

And now...

The flashback CG was over. A giant ball of gray mold, its tail in its arms, crouched on the beam, looking down at the solemn and majestic main hall of the Hyakki family. Beneath the giant Prajna mask were several tablets, and a familiar name hadn't been added yet.

She suddenly discovered that there was a coffin inside the room. A certain young master from the player's memories was lying peacefully and imaginatively on the board. The coffin was not closed, and Chaomu could spit in it if he moved closer.

The old man who once protected his son as if he were his own eyeballs, now stood beside the body of Haoda'er. He no longer looked tall and sinister, and did not look very dangerous. He looked like she could knock him down with one punch.

"So what your organization wants is..."

"...For your...sincerity..."

While negotiating in the ancestral temple, Grandpa Baigui probably wanted to borrow the power of his ancestors or remind himself to stick to his dignity. Unfortunately, his dignity was obviously not worth mentioning when it came to his life. Gin on the opposite side had already gotten the promise he wanted, and he raised his hand slightly, signaling his subordinates to take back the spoils they "deserved".

Vodka trembled with fear for a long time, but now that he saw no fight, he grew braver. He was always obedient, and when his elder brother gave him a look, he honestly went forward to move the boxes. However, today's victory was quite successful. Not only did the other party not pursue the death of their young master, but they also presented the old man's coffin with both hands. It was a bit too much for Vodka to move alone.

Strange, where's Lei? Wasn't Lei also very smart before? Why didn't he see the look in his brother's eyes...

He turned around and found that the sniper with long black hair who was standing at the back like a statue had actually become like a statue - among the swords, Lei was actually distracted.

In fact, you couldn't tell from Lei's expression that he was distracted. The black-haired man had a mysterious and cold temperament. His expression at this moment was no different from when he received a sniper mission in the past. The murderous intent in his eyes seemed to be even stronger than before.

But Vodka winked and called out softly, his gaze still suspended in some empty place, his cold green eyes like the surface of a frozen lake, with a little undercurrent showing through the cracks.

It was not until Vodka couldn't help but pull him twice that the sniper codenamed Lei came to his senses. He responded softly and stepped forward to move the last two boxes.

At this moment, he had no mission or plan in mind, only the wounds on that white body. The suppressed anger from another person resonated with his heart, vibrating in his chest like a drum.

…How dare they treat her like this?

"I've got a rough idea of ​​the situation—what are you going to do?" Mimi Moroboshi asked her "master" in her heart. She considered the grudges between the Hyakkikai and the organization, knowing that dealing with the declining Hyakkikai would be a piece of cake for him. If she wanted revenge, he could definitely help her with a little "favor." "Regarding Hyakki Shiro, we'll have to wait and see..."

Players don’t understand what the future holds.

She lay on the beam, expressionlessly sharpening her claws. The quest had been accepted, the CGs had been released, the atmosphere was already building, so wasn't this boss battle imminent? She was going to spit in the coffin today... and hammer a few more punches into the already bent back of the Hundred Ghosts old man, making him unable to get up again.

Although there were quite a lot of people down there, besides the elite mini-boss, there was also Gin, who had been unbeatable before... But Chaomu wasn't the Chaomu she'd been when the server launched. Now she'd been trained by Teacher R, had a full stomach before coming here, and was holding a hot Sky and Tyrant experience card she'd just drawn. She had countless skills and boxes...

And she wasn't fighting alone, Mimi was there too. Mimi seemed pretty strong too, even carrying a submachine gun.

Before she knew it, her claws had become very sharp.

The shady little raccoon showed her shady little paws.

"I'm ready to charge." The player declared this to his tacitly understanding little cat, Mimi, in his heart. "I'll take a Leap of Faith later, and Mimi, you can give Gin a righteous backstab—oh no, not yet. Gin isn't completely my enemy today."

As she was saying this, an idea suddenly struck her: they say the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and Gin could definitely be considered her friend today. She could first help Gin clear out the monsters, then think about dealing with Gin and letting Mimi surprise him.

She had one idea after another, but Zhu Xingda below didn't understand what she was trying to do at all: What did she mean by ready to charge? What was she preparing for?

Before he could come to his senses, with an ominous premonition, the large gray mold mass above him suddenly stretched and grew larger, casting a shadow that belonged to a human, or more like a female ghost.

"Now that the enemy has handed over what we want, I can take action, Brother Gin!" The female ghost descended from the sky on a heavy motorcycle with a rather cyberpunk appearance, smashing the coffin with a clang, and said with emotion, "Brothers, go! For the sake of the organization, take down the Hundred Demons Society!"

She rode on a motorcycle, holding up her golden upgraded giant toilet plunger, and smashed the plunger on the head of Black Old Deng. For a moment, she looked like a knight holding a high flag and charging into battle - coupled with the slogans she shouted like "For Brother Gin, for the organization", it seemed even more loyal to the king... She would do anything to protect the organization.

The cigarette burned the fingertips of the Gin brother she mentioned, but he seemed unaware of it.

His green pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the familiar girl: "......?"

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The author has something to say: Gin:...Ah?

I've been stuck on this for a long time... Anyway, let's end it for now. The fight will start in the next chapter.