Chapter 88 Performance (I)
"Brother, you are Blue Arc, right?" Su Zimai said.
Facing his sister's burning gaze, Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes at her and slowly said:
"Tell me, did you lose to your teacher in the game of truth or dare?"
Without waiting for Su Zimai to answer, he looked away indifferently, glanced at the Japanese around him, and muttered:
"First it was about the exorcist, then it was about me being Blue Arc... If the Japanese couldn't understand us, they would have thought we were a bunch of psychopaths doing a team building. We should be careful and they would call the police and arrest us."
Su Zimai looked him straight in the eyes and whispered:
"You haven't answered my question yet."
"Aren't you bored?" Ji Minghuan met her burning gaze and replied helplessly: "I'm not Blue Arc, are you satisfied?"
"Then..." Su Zimai lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head, still unwilling to let him go: "Brother, swear in front of me."
Hearing this, Ji Minghuan swore a series of oaths without hesitation:
"If I were Blue Arc, I'd step in dog shit when I went out tonight, and I'd fail every course in college and not be able to graduate. Even if I did graduate, I wouldn't be able to find a job!"
Su Zimai frowned and said aggressively:
"What does it have to do with Big Brother? What I want is for you to swear."
"Big brother is not brother?"
After saying that, Ji Minghuan stopped paying attention to this clingy sister and turned to look at Ke Qirui.
He sighed, put his hands together in a prayer gesture, and begged for mercy in a long voice: "Please let me go, I just came out to get a free meal, is it necessary for my sister to torture me like this?"
"I will start a new life and never slander you as lesbians again."
As he was chattering, the waiter came over with a plate and placed a large bowl of steaming ramen in front of him.
As if turning his grief and anger into appetite, Ji Minghuan picked up the chopsticks and began to eat heartily, no longer paying attention to the three people next to him.
Seeing that Gu Wenyu no longer paid attention to him, Su Zimai's expression became complicated, with a gleam in his eyes.
After a moment's silence, she and Ke Qirui looked at each other; Xu Sanyan was quietly looking at the TV above her head.
"The situation is really dangerous..." Xu Sanyan said casually as he looked at the news on TV.
Hearing this, Ji Minghuan slurped his noodles while looking upwards following Xu Sanyan's gaze.
On TV, Tokyo News Channel is broadcasting a sudden incident in Shiba Park area. The serial killer "Wing Man" is in a stalemate with the Japanese weirdo "Sakura Takeshi" on the exhibition stand of Tokyo Tower.
Reporters and photographers on a small helicopter were broadcasting the emergency to the people of Tokyo. The wings were vibrating at high speed, making a buzzing sound in the dark.
"Yingwu" is a dragon-level psychic who serves the Japan Psychic Association; she looks like a tall girl.
She was wearing a kendo uniform, with a scabbard at her waist and holding a katana. The blade was a light cherry color, and the scabbard reflected the moonlight falling from the sky.
This person's special ability is to turn anything she touches into cherry blossoms, but they retain their original properties - she uses this trick in swordsmanship. She often transforms the blade of her katana into thousands of sharp cherry blossoms, in order to achieve the effect of strangling her opponent invisibly.
At this moment, the "wing man" standing ten meters opposite her was a little weird:
This is a middle-aged bald man wearing a yellow raincoat. There is a long metal bar on his head, and a helicopter wing is connected to the long bar, like a creature made of a combination of human and deformed industrial products.
"Wing Man", this is a serial killer.
His special ability is to transform his body into "helicopter wings", so he can always take the victim away from the scene and kill them inhumanely in a place where no one can reach him.
At this moment, the wing man was putting the five fingers of his right hand on the neck of a female hostage.
He threatened the other person in a stern voice not to get close: "Don't come near me!"
"If you kill her, you will have no way out." Yingwu said word by word.
She suddenly had an idea and immediately imitated the speech of the famous person "Black Pupa": "Think about it carefully, if she died, who would be in a worse situation between the two of us?"
"Tell your people not to catch up first." The wing man said coldly, his yellow windbreaker fluttering in the evening breeze at high altitude.
The five fingers of his right hand curled together and transformed into an ultra-small helicopter wing, spinning at high speed.
"Ah--!" the hostage screamed. She also knew that this small wing could cut a bloody hole in her neck.
If nothing goes as expected, the live broadcast footage is going to be cut.
However... at this thrilling moment, a dark shadow suddenly emerged from behind the wing man and pounced towards him like a snake.
A pitch-black belt stretched out from the cuffs, pulled the wing man's arms apart, and suddenly grabbed his wrists.
Then, the black shadow gently pushed the hostage in the wing man's arms, causing him to fall towards Yingwu.
Yingwu was startled for a moment, then he jumped forward to catch the hostage, raised his eyes, and looked forward in surprise.
Inside the ramen restaurant, the moment the black restraints appeared on the TV screen, Ke Qirui raised his eyebrows.
She couldn't help but curl her lips and sighed: "Our collaborators are really active."
"Big moth..." Su Zimai stared at the black shadow on TV and frowned.
I saw Hei Pupa's figure slowly exposed in front of the camera. He was wearing sunglasses on his face and squatting on the railing of the Tokyo Tower exhibition stand like a black cat. The restraints wrapped around his body, slowly rotating like water.
"Who are you?!"
Before the wing man could come to his senses, the pitch-black restraints wrapped around his body from behind, turning him into a black dumpling in an instant.
"Asshole! Let me go!"
The wingman growled.
With a loud humming sound, the helicopter wing attached to his head began to rotate at high speed! He wanted to use the huge kinetic energy of the wing rotation to get rid of the restraints and rush into the night sky!
But in the next moment, the restraints suddenly emitted a strange faint light, and then the wings on his head suddenly shrank and turned into a sparse hair, returning to his bald head. The amount of hair was shocking and sigh-worthy.
"Why? Why!"
The Wingman grabbed his nearly bald head and roared in disbelief.
"Who knows? Sir, this is the first time I've seen someone use their powers at the cost of hair volume... Maybe God felt that you have too little hair and couldn't bear to see you continue to trample on your pathetic amount of hair, so he took back your powers."
Black Pupa shrugged his shoulders and teased while tightening the Wing Man's neck with a restraint belt, pressing him to the ground, and then gently pulling him until he fainted.
After loosening the straps, the wing man collapsed like a lump of mud.
Watching this scene, Ke Qirui in front of the TV speculated: "Does his restraint belt also have the function of suppressing supernatural powers?"
Xu Sanyan took a puff of cigarette: "It seems to be the case, otherwise there is no way to explain why the wing man's ability has failed."
Su Zimai breathed a sigh of relief and admitted the strength of the big moth for once: "He is still somewhat useful... although he is still a troublemaker after all."
"Just a big fluttering moth."
Ji Minghuan controlled the restraint belt incarnation and casually interjected while holding his cheek.
At this moment, the cameraman in the helicopter cabin focused the camera on the black pupa.
Hei Pupa sat on the railing of the Tokyo Tower exhibition stand, turned his head to look at Yingwu behind him, and said:
"Take the poor hostage to the hospital. She won't last long due to the amount of blood she has lost."
Yingwu originally had many questions, but seeing the hostage's situation, he no longer cared about anything else. He picked up the hostage, jumped up from the moonlight like a ninja, and disappeared from the camera.
So at this moment, the only conspicuous bag in the camera is the black pupa.
Black Pupa retracted the restraints onto his body, slowly sat down on the railing outside the exhibition stand, bent over, lowered his face slightly, and waved at the camera of the reporter on the helicopter.
It seems... he is planning to perform something.
(End of this chapter)
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