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Chapter 416 Even Crazy Diamonds Can't Save Your Cheap Cow Dung Croissant Bun

Han Zhuli is an exclusive assassin for the Shadow Luo branch "SIN". Her fighting style is mainly based on Taekwondo leg techniques. She has a twisted and cruel personality and often appears as an assassin.

With Han Zhuli's order, all the guards who were originally scattered throughout the hall gathered together and surrounded Cheng Tian and December.

"Spider, you've overstepped your authority."

However, faced with this situation, December's already expressionless face remained unchanged, and she simply looked at the other party coldly through the mask.

"Huh? Overstepping your authority? Someone like you should only be hiding in the shadows! Dog!"

To appear here openly and honestly is the biggest overreach of authority!

Han Zhuli leaned to one side, deliberately emphasizing the word "lackey," which was enough to prove how much she disliked Vega's personal guard.

In fact, although the SIN department is a branch research institution of Shadow Luo, the composition of its personnel is very problematic. The department head has long harbored rebellious intentions and even wants to replace Shadow Luo and Vega.

As the saying goes, a subject cannot serve two masters, and Han Zhuli, who belongs to the SIN department, obviously never regarded Vega as her real boss.

Han Zhuli paused here, her gaze shifting to Cheng Tian, ​​or more precisely, to the mask Cheng Tian was wearing.

"Hey, what's this guy doing here wearing a mask? And it's a man? What, are you as ugly as this guy, too ashamed to show your face?"

While it appears to be a denigration of Cheng Tian, ​​it is actually a further provocation of December.

Han Zhuli habitually provokes others with words. This behavior of enraging others and inducing them to make the first move, and then kicking the opponent's nose and breaking it, is simply too fascinating!
But Cheng Tian's next words made Han Zhuli pause in surprise.

"If you ask me, those two croissants on your head are the truly hideous ones. Do you need me to stuff some cow dung inside to make them look like chocolate croissants?"

Upon hearing this, December couldn't help but glance at Cheng Tian sideways. Although she still maintained a poker face, the glint in her eyes revealed her surprise at Cheng Tian's words.

But what's even more interesting are the guards and staff around them who also heard everything clearly.

As Cheng Tian finished speaking, the group of people trembled violently, and then, almost simultaneously, they began to slowly retreat, trying to distance themselves from Cheng Tian.

The staff members, their faces filled with terror, forced themselves to hide and began to flee.

It wasn't that Cheng Tian's counterattack created any strange pressure, but rather that they clearly knew that Han Zhuli, who had been verbally attacked and whose hairstyle had been targeted, was about to lose her temper.

Han Zhuli's pupils dilated in shock, her face contorted, but she quickly regained her composure, and then—

The kick, as fast as lightning, was aimed straight at Cheng Tian's face!

At this moment, Han Zhuli's facial features were distorted in an unprecedented way.

Cheng Tian accurately hit one of the things Han Zhuli cared about most, besides their deep-seated hatred: her croissant hairstyle, which was obviously ugly, but could be somewhat presentable if she relied solely on her looks. However, because Cheng Tian was a master of facial expressions, it became even more unsightly.

If you don't really like it, why would you bother to style your hair into a croissant shape that looks like it could burst open if you squeeze it?

Just as Cheng Tian's nose was about to be destroyed on the spot by this kick, an orange-gold figure appeared out of thin air and delivered a heavy punch straight to meet Han Zhuli's angry attack!
Bang!
The impact of their fists and feet created a shockwave that spread outwards, shattering the glass in that small area.

Han Zhuli, whose kicks were thwarted, was not surprised at all. Instead, she became even more excited and began to attack Cheng Tian from all directions with her feet flying.

Cheng Tian, ​​wearing a mask, was difficult to recognize, but the iconic Stand, World, served as a focal point, much like the opening ceremony of the King of Fighters '97 tournament qualifiers, successfully capturing the attention of many spectators and fighters. Although Han Zhuli hadn't watched the entire match, she still recognized the Stand.

As for why Cheng Tian was here, how he was hanging out with December, and what their purpose was, Han Zhuli didn't consider any of these questions at all.

All she wanted to do was kick Cheng Tian's face, which was hiding behind the golden mask!

Han Zhuli's fighting spirit form has a black and white ink painting style. It is not only incredibly fast, but also powerful. The gusts of wind from her feet are enough to destroy the surrounding debris.

However, none of the powerful kicks that an ordinary fighter might not be able to block even once actually landed on Cheng Tian.

"What's wrong? Did I hit a nerve? This mere croissant head is nothing more than a copy of Jolyne Kujo... and a very poor copy at that!"
It's unbearable to watch someone who has failed at imitation using Taekwondo, the martial art with the least practical combat value!
Even the Crazy Diamond can't fix your Cow Dung Croissant! WRYYYYYY!!!

He left all the fighting to Cheng Tian, ​​who was standing by with his arms crossed, strolling leisurely, but his mouth never stopped moving.

With each sarcastic remark, Han Zhuli's anger visibly escalated, and this was only the beginning.

Cheng Tian was petty and would take revenge on the spot. Since Han Zhuli had a foul mouth, he naturally wouldn't tolerate it. He immediately started to precisely step on every landmine of this assassin from the Great Universe Country.

After spraying the hair, I started spraying the body.

Taekwondo has no practical value and is only good for forms; kimchi's ingredients are all imported from Shandong; and the traditional dish Army Stew is just reprocessed swill picked from the garbage cans of the US military base.

Han Zhuli actually agreed with Cheng Tian's denigration of Taekwondo deep down, because she knew better than anyone that Taekwondo was only strong in her own hands. It was she who made Taekwondo show its strength, not the other way around.

However, Cheng's continuous slander of kimchi and army stew is second only to the insult of a croissant's head!

Among Han Zhuli's favorite spicy foods, kimchi and army stew occupy the first and second positions!
Unforgivable!

Incidentally, Han Zhuli's third favorite thing was "huge breasts," but this was removed from Capcom's subsequent promotional materials...

Han Zhuli, whose anger had been pushed to its limit by Cheng Tian, ​​began to physically glow in her left eye!
This eye is SIN's most powerful prosthetic creation to date—the Feng Shui Engine!
A black and white vortex, reminiscent of Tai Chi ink painting, began to spin and condense rapidly from Han Zhuli's left eye, quickly expanding throughout her entire body.

With strength and agility both reaching their peak at this moment, Han Zhuli's aura had reached its maximum.

But at that moment, a purple dome suddenly enveloped Han Zhuli completely.

Outside the shield, the world, which had suddenly turned completely black like the original body, had already opened its arms, making a gesture as if to embrace the entire world, and an unusual wave spread out rapidly.

"Smash! Varudo!"

Han Zhuli only heard Cheng Tian shout out a strange roar in a language that was so difficult to understand, before realizing that the person in front of her had disappeared, and—

The pain in my left eye is excruciating!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

And her left eyeball, which had been lost for the second time, had already appeared in the hands of the world not far behind her.

(End of this chapter)