A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 305 All evil will be brought to justice!
How to tell if a suit is a mass-produced item.

Look at the cuffs.

If the cuffs do not deform or shrink back due to tightness when you raise your hand, bend your elbow, or extend your arm forward, it means that this suit is not a factory-made product bought according to standard size, but a handcrafted item that has been measured closely by a tailor with a tape measure and cut to fit perfectly.

A good fit isn't enough. How do you determine if a suit is expensive?

We look not only at the materials, but also at the craftsmanship.

The fabric was smooth and velvety, its color like lacquer, and it accentuated the man's upright posture, broad shoulders, and naturally strong lines. "Well-dressed" meant good posture combined with exquisite tailoring. Whether judging by experience or influenced by Ankuya's meticulous attention to clothing, Quinn could tell that the man's clothes represented the highest level of luxury tailoring in Temurian.

The man was dressed in a navy blue fitted suit, with a silver ring on his left thumb that was somewhat similar to the one on Quinn's hand. He was extremely handsome, with a composed and noble air about him. His cool brown, slightly wavy short hair was clearly carefully styled, complementing his rugged face.

What was most striking was his eyes—the man had a pair of sapphire blue pupils, and even the cashier who was handling his cashier was captivated by these deep and mesmerizing eyes, staring at them in a daze for a while before hurriedly searching for the money.

The man didn't seem to mind; he seemed quite used to his charm.

Quinn had to admit that this guy was actually just as good-looking as him.

It is not inferior even to Ankuya.

“Delicious food.” He took the change, then winked at the waiter and said, “I hope to enjoy your service again next time I come. I will keep these three silver coins as a tip for you next time.”

Because Amamiya Nene, who was accompanying the man, was so outstanding, the female waitress timidly refrained from responding to his flirtatious tone. Was she in a good mood? She had only changed his napkin; was she really that good?
With a fluttering heart, the waiter watched them leave and walk into the heavy rain.

"You're quite skilled, aren't you? How many waitresses have you flirted with?" Amamiya Nene asked casually.

"It's just that I'm happy to see a cute girl. It's far from flirting," the man replied gently.

"So what counts as flirting?"

The man took the umbrella handed to him from behind, and opened the black umbrella with a graceful gesture, like waving away a curtain of rain. The sound of raindrops pattering loudly rang out, but his arm, which was holding the umbrella against the rain, did not sway at all, making one subconsciously feel that it was impossible for the first drop of rain to leak under this umbrella.

He held an umbrella in one hand and bent over with the other hand on his chest.

"Madam, may I invite you to enjoy the rain with me?"

His pronunciation had a classical beauty; it wasn't a question, but rather a declarative wait.

Amamiya Nene hesitated at the door for a moment, but still walked under the umbrella.

"So-so," she said listlessly.

Although there was a slight distance between their shoulders, and holding the umbrella for her would get half of his shoulder wet, David didn't mind. He smiled and said, "I actually hate rainy days."

"You can sit for a while before you leave."

"But right now I wish this rain would last a little longer."

Normally, if Quinn said this to Amamiya Nene, he would probably be met with a glare.

But now Quinn can't see the little witch's expression; he can only see her walking into the rain under that umbrella.

She had been frightened by Shelby's face once at home, but now, with a pair of large glasses and the tall Ike blocking her view, Amamiya Nene didn't recognize him at all.

Even when Ike paid, the cashier still had that fluttery expression on her face.

"That rascal"

After leaving the store, Ike frowned slightly as he looked at the group of people who had already walked away into the rain.

"You know him?" Quinn asked.

"do not know."

Ike shook his head. "They're someone important. When did such a person arrive in the city?"

Quinn thought to himself, "The daughter of Lord Cavendish, how could she not be someone important?"

If you want to sell the hero's sacred artifact, her mother is among the potential buyers worldwide.

It's normal that Ike doesn't recognize Amamiya Nene, since the little witch never participates in Aiswell's social activities and usually only goes between the academy and home. The only people who probably know her identity are a few neighbors on the lakeside path.

A knight sent by King Ron?
"Never mind, where are you planning to go next, back to the academy?"

"No, I need to go buy items for disguise." Quinn said this, but his gaze was fixed on the direction where Amamiya Nene and her group had disappeared in the rain. He drew out his words: "...Disguising yourself as Reev is not that simple."

“Then I’ll wait for your good news.” Akton paused, looking at him with a helpless expression: “If you have any concerns, you can say them now. I’ve told you everything. We’re in the same boat now.”

"concern?"

Why put on a sour face if you have no qualms?

Quinn paused for a moment, then looked away and said:

"That lousy tea must taste terrible."

"Please, but I paid the bill. Can't I at least say something auspicious when the boss is treating?"

Although I was going to buy items for disguise.

But Quinn did not go to Broom Lane.

Instead, after going around in circles, they arrived at Cloud Avenue.

In Quinn's view, disguise is all about using whatever materials are available and being flexible. You don't necessarily have to go to Broom Alley to buy usable materials; Cloud Avenue will do too.

As for Amamiya Nene and the others ahead, they just happened to be going that way.

As for why he didn't go up and say hello, firstly, Quinn was still using Shelby's face and had just been hanging out with the most powerful mob boss lately, so it wasn't convenient for the bodyguards to see him. Secondly, Quinn didn't want Amamiya Nene to feel like she was spying on her private life. It was just on the way.

As for why they were hiding in the rain, who wouldn't seek shelter from the rain on a normal day?
With this self-righteous attitude, Quinn followed him openly and honestly all the way.

As for why some superhumans couldn't realize they were being followed, they should look at their own problems instead of mentioning the Sequence 7 assassins.

Quinn was wondering if this person was a relative, like a cousin or something.

But after looking at it for a while, it's clearly not like that.

The man named David carried an umbrella, and they walked from Mirror Lake Restaurant to the commercial street of Cloud Avenue as if taking an after-dinner stroll. The others followed at varying distances.

The two chatted the whole way. Quinn had never seen the little witch so accommodating before. If it were Quinn chatting, she would definitely only give half-hearted replies, but now she responded to almost every word David said, and not with perfunctory "uh-huhs". Even though they were talking about ordinary topics, it was clear that they were having a great time.

At least David was happy.

Because Wangcai was molting and asleep, Amamiya Nene hadn't gone home this week and had stayed at the academy the whole time. That's why Quinn was so surprised to see her at the Mirror Lake Restaurant.

He saw the two of them enter the clothing store. During this time, Amamiya Nene changed her clothes and seemed to ask David for his opinion when she came out. David didn't just flatter her; his analysis was quite reasonable and well-founded. It was clear that Amamiya Nene was very receptive to his flattery and actually bought the clothes he approved of.

This time, David didn't pay again, showing a clear sense of propriety. He knew that Amamiya Nene was not short of money, so he didn't do anything that might upset her by refusing to pay.

The group entered a dessert shop together. Amamiya Nene took a bite of a plate of delicate little cakes, then rested her chin on her hand and looked at the rain, while David was reading a magazine on the table, engrossed in the article about housewives' cooking.

They also went into a record store, and when they came out, David was clearly in much higher spirits, while Amamiya Nene nodded from time to time. The two Ron people seemed to have very similar tastes in music.

Next came the antique shop. Anyone with a little knowledge of antiques knows that these shops on busy streets either sell ridiculously expensive items or rip people off with fakes. But the little witch, who specializes in divination, was particularly interested in these shops that sold a mix of genuine and fake items. David, on the other hand, seemed to have a great interest in antiques as well. The group went inside and didn't come out until the rain stopped. Their debates could be heard coming from inside the shop from time to time.
Quinn, who was across the street, stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked into the alley behind him, deciding to take care of his own business.

He didn't want to watch anymore; he found his act of spying ridiculous.

Even if it's a date, what does it have to do with me?

He's just a colleague. Even if he saved my life, he's still just a colleague. We're different colleagues who have a working relationship. That night, he said "I have a girlfriend" himself. He felt the same way then as he does now, with a sense of awkwardness that he doesn't want to admit.

Perhaps it's because I've been making too many suggestive jokes lately; I need to always remember that it's not about flirting.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

Quinn thought irritably.

After all, he has a lot of things to do right now. Playing Reeve is a minor matter; praying to the Demon King at the hearing is the real trouble.

He wasn't sure what would happen after the prayer. A few months ago, during the teaching assistant assessment, Quinn had used demonic prayer patterns to scare away the pen that drained spiritual energy; however, the academy was isolated by a spatial barrier, preventing any prayers to any deity from being transmitted. But the situation was different outside. He had to make arrangements in advance, ensuring he could extricate himself from the situation no matter what happened after the prayer.
Just as Quinn lowered his eyes to consider what solutions were available.

A faint sound of bricks and stones cracking came from the side.

This small path beside Cloud Avenue leads to the nearest entrance to Broom Alley. Located on the most bustling hilltop in Aishwell, the area is densely packed with high-rise buildings of four or five stories or more. The high walls enclose the road, making it quite narrow, and because of the recent heavy rain, he was the only pedestrian on the road.
Quinn narrowed his eyes. No, it wasn't until he entered this alley that there were no pedestrians!
The moment he realized this, Quinn lunged forward, and the high wall to his left collapsed in quick succession.

The imagined scene of bricks shattering and dust filling the sky did not appear. The wall, like a "net," tightly held the road surface in place. Its structure was exaggeratedly twisted but not damaged. If Quinn were still standing in the same spot, he would have already been captured by the wall!

He looked behind the fallen wall, which was the wall of a house. After the wall fell, the interior structure of the first floor of the house should have been exposed, but there was still another wall in front of Quinn, blocking his way as if it had always been there.

He glanced around.

The entrance he had just turned out of, and the exit he was about to step into, both turned out to be blocked by a wall.

An identical wall.

Even though the entrances and exits were blocked by high walls, the light inside the alley remained unchanged, creating a bizarre illusion.

"No wonder he was able to accompany Ike out alone."

The sound of footsteps came from behind, accompanied by the words.

Quinn initially thought he had been discovered by Amamiya Nene's bodyguards while he was following her, but when he heard "Ike," he subconsciously thought it was Vyacheslav, the leader of the Razor Gang. He was just feeling that he was having a bad day when he turned around and his eyelids twitched.

That was definitely not Amamiya Nene's bodyguard, nor was it Vyacheslav.

Because neither the knights of the Kingdom of Ron nor the fugitive leader from the Empire would wear a helmet made of women's panties and bra upside down on their face. He was wearing a leopard-print bodysuit, with a white sheet as a cape behind him, and a transparent, elongated rubber condom with a bow tied around his shoulders, dripping with lubricant.

This outfit looks like a Kamen Rider.

Quinn stared silently at his strange appearance for a long time before finally asking uncertainly, "Who are you?"

The strange man spoke in a clearly strained voice, like a eunuch: "Any evil will be brought to justice—"

Just as Quinn was about to ask what was going on, the floor beneath his feet suddenly became as soft as mud.

Like a swamp, the flat stone path turned into a muddy asphalt, as if someone was pulling Quinn down by his feet. He instinctively tried to pull his legs out, but was surprised to find that the ground had a shear-thickening effect, like quicksand, a non-Newtonian fluid. The harder he tried, the greater the force pulling him down on his legs!
Casting spells without chanting?
Quinn activated his Demon King's Eye, but there was not a trace of Mana in his eyes. The ground beneath his feet had been transformed into this state by another strange power—

There was no time to think. In just a few moments, his feet were about to be swallowed by the earth; any lower and he feared he wouldn't be able to pull them out. A blur of motion, and the katana appeared in his right hand. With a sound like cutting through wall, he thrust the sword horizontally into the still-intact wall, used his hands to push himself up, and pulled his legs out—

Shoes and a small section of trousers remained on the ground. Barefoot, Quinn used his katana to swing his body, leaping into the air before finally drawing his sword and landing steadily on the high wall, looking down at the strange man.

"This is your last chance before the fight begins," Quinn asked coldly. "Who is it?"

The strange man was clearly taken aback by Quinn's skill and strength, and immediately clapped his hands, saying, "I thought we'd just caught a petty thief, but we've caught the real culprit!"

"The main person?"

"Mr. Q, is that the one who spread the Abyss Characteristics in Axwell?"

Quinn: "?"

(End of this chapter)