Chapter 15 The Phantom Troupe Leader of Meteor City 15 (Feitan has been repaired...)

The already unstable garbage mountain collapsed with a roar, and almost everything in its path fell down, crashing down on the motorcycle and the two teenagers, burying their bodies.

Ayana's tense body finally relaxed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Pfft, hahahahaha!"

The person lying on the ground suddenly burst into laughter, habitually slapping his thigh, momentarily forgetting that he was covered in injuries.

The already bleeding wound was pulled so hard that the tear widened further, and pain came from several parts of his body at the same time. Uvogin's lips stiffened, his smile vanished instantly, his expression changed drastically, and he gasped several times.

"Don't move!!"

Ayana immediately turned to check on Uvogin's condition. Her expression was tense as she examined Uvogin from head to toe. Her heart seemed to be hanging by a thread, and she asked questions with great suspicion.

"Can you still stand up?"

"If you can't manage, I'll help you up—no, I'll carry you back!"

"Forget it, don't move, I'll just carry you!"

"After we get back, you will..."

Her pink lips opened and closed incessantly, babbling away, leaving Uvogin speechless and completely bewildered.

Not getting a reply, the girl thought he had been beaten senseless, so she immediately made a decision, frowned, squatted down and was about to carry him on her shoulder.

Ayana was indeed incredibly strong, but due to her extreme nervousness, she completely ignored the fact that her small frame was many times smaller than Uvogin's.

Therefore, if she were to actually carry Uvogin away, the scene would be quite terrifying.

Fortunately, Uvogin stopped Ayana in time, preventing this terrible scene from actually happening in the real world.

"Cough...cough cough."

Uvogin coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, but his extraordinary recovery ability allowed him to gradually regain his strength. He pressed down on Ayana's hand, revealing a set of snow-white, even teeth, raised an eyebrow, and teased her with a wicked smile.

"Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid I'll die...?"

His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost gone, the remaining words stuck in his throat.

His eyes were filled with shock as he stared dumbfounded at the person in front of him.

The girl's face was deathly pale, her nostrils twitched slightly, her eyes flickered with tears, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Why?"

Recalling the image of Uvogin's arm detaching and hanging limply, Ayana was still shaken. Her fingers trembled, tears welled in her eyes, and she kept asking questions.

"Do you know that I don't need you to do this at all? You're already covered in injuries, this will only make them worse."

Do you know...?

"etc!"

Uvogin couldn't stand the emotional scene. His temples twitched, and he looked utterly bewildered: "I won't die. What's a little injury?"

His intention was to comfort her, but it only made Ayana angrier.

She glared angrily at Uvogin, her eyes filled with accusation, and was about to speak again when she heard a voice coming from not far away.

The blond boy rummaged through the trash, revealing his head.

He had several large bumps on his head and his body was buried in the garbage, making him look quite comical.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..." The boy stretched out another hand, rubbing his head and complaining, "What kind of weird strength is this?"

"So why drag me into this?" A deep, still somewhat childish voice came from the buried garbage heap, sounding rather irritable.

Immediately following, a thunderous roar erupted from the flat ground, and the pile of garbage burst open, revealing a black-haired boy with a gloomy face.

His once pristine white vest was now filthy, patchy with gray and black, and other unusual colors. Only a few patches of white remained, and it emitted a foul odor.

The boy's gaze fixed on Ayana, his black eyes dark and deep, like the bottom of the ocean, devoid of any light, just pitch black.

With a dark expression, he asked, "Hey, what's your name?"

When the black-haired boy first saw the girl, he noticed that she was spotless, her clothes were clean, and her eyes were bright. He thought she wouldn't live more than a month in Meteor City, so he had little interest in her and even felt a bit disgusted.

The black-haired boy became interested in it after being tossed around like that.

Although this is not a good thing.

"Hey, Feitan!"

He was buried again.

The blond boy struggled angrily to his feet, looking even more disheveled and reeking than the black-haired boy he called "Feitan."

The boy's face turned ashen: "Couldn't you at least pay attention to me standing right next to you?!"

But Feitan did something that angered him even more.

Feitan pinched his nose, disgustedly moved to the side to keep his distance from the blond boy, his words full of undisguised disdain: "Stay away from me, or I'll punch you, Phinks."

Phinks ground his back teeth and took a step closer to Feitan: "You think you smell so good?! Come on, let's fight!"

Feitan didn't reply to him, but just snorted, turned his face away, pinched his nose, and took a few steps to the side.

"Hey, Feitan, I'm warning you, don't go too far, or I'll really get angry." Phinks' forehead veins bulged, and he ground his teeth, barely managing to suppress his anger.

He closed his eyes with suppressed emotion, then shifted his gaze to Ayana, his tone unfriendly:

"Hey, you."

Ayana's expression suddenly changed. She quickly stepped in front of Uvogin, staring hostilely at Phinks, her eyes filled with wariness and caution.

At this moment, Ayana was like a hedgehog that had sprung up, with all its quills standing on end.

If Phinks dared to come even a step closer, she would rush out without hesitation and use both arms to hold Phinks's throat.

“Don’t be nervous.” Finks raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

He took a few steps back, coughed twice in a mock manner, and adopted a serious demeanor: "We just want to make friends with you."

The black-haired boy's face remained stern. He turned his head and interrupted, "It's you. Don't drag me into this."

Phinks almost lost his smile after being directly exposed. He pretended not to hear Feitan's words, but his face turned noticeably greener. He raised an eyebrow at Ayana: "How about it? Let's be friends. What's your name?"

Finks was wearing a coat that was reasonably well-fitting, but it was tattered and patched up everywhere.

He had blond hair, and his eyes, like Feitan's, had very small pupils, with most of the whites showing. His lips were upturned, and he always wore a wicked smile, giving him an aura that made him seem unapproachable and lawless.

Ayana had no liking for Finks. She didn't change her posture, still looking like a protector, with visible indifference and hostility in her eyes. She didn't reply to Finks at all, just stared at him.

"Tsk, why can't we communicate?"

Finks' smile gradually faded, three black lines appeared on his forehead, and he clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "It seems we have no choice but to have a fight."

Ayana's eyes grew increasingly cold, filled with hostility and murderous intent. Her heart was pounding, and her brain was congested with blood due to tension and overthinking, but she showed no sign of letting up and was already prepared to attack.

"Hey, Finks."

The taciturn black-haired boy finally spoke. His dark eyes gleamed, and his composed face showed a change in expression. He looked at Ayana with interest and said in a cold voice.

"let me."

"Huh? That's rare."

Phinks' eyes lit up. He seemed to be looking forward to Feitan's performance. He shrugged, took a few steps to the side, giving Feitan the main stage, and casually said with a smile, "Remember to go easy on him."

Feitan didn't respond. He didn't seem to have the "smile" expression that all normal humans possess. His youthful face was always sullen, as if someone owed him eight million and he was always unhappy.

Ayana and Feitan met eyes, and the tense atmosphere intensified. She stood up, took a step forward with her right foot while her back foot remained on the ground, and a blue flame seemed to ignite within her, ready to burst forth.

This time, Ayana is prepared to strike first.

Feitan sensed her intention, his expression turning almost icy, his eyes fixed on Ayana without blinking.

But just then, that wretched mechanical voice sounded again.

[Congratulations on unlocking the character [Feitan]! This character will have a significant impact on the storyline, so please be friendly with him!]

…ha? ?

Are you kidding me??