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Chapter 88 Performance (I)

"Brother, you are Blue Arc, right?" Su Zimai said.

Facing his sister's scorching gaze, Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes at her and slowly said:

"Tell me, did you lose to your teacher in 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 definitely think we were a bunch of psychopaths having a team-building party. Be careful, they'll call the police and arrest us."

Su Zimai looked directly into his eyes and whispered:

"you have not answer my question yet."

"Aren't you bored?" Ji Minghuan met her scorching gaze and replied helplessly, "I'm not Blue Arc. Are you satisfied?"

"Then..." Su Zimai lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head, still unwilling to let him go: "Brother, swear an oath in front of me."

Upon hearing this, Ji Minghuan didn't hesitate for a second and swore a series of poisonous oaths:

"If I were Blue Arc, big brother, I'd step in dog poop when I went out tonight, and I'd fail every course in college and wouldn't 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? I want 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, clasped his hands together in a prayer gesture, and begged for mercy in a long voice, "Please spare me. I just came out to get a free meal. Is it necessary for my sister to torture me like this?"

"From now on, I will change my ways and never again slander you as lesbians."

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 his 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 glimmer in his eyes.

After a moment of 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 up following Xu Sanyan's gaze.

On TV, Tokyo News Channel is broadcasting a sudden incident that occurred in Shiba Park. 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 vibrated at high speed, making a buzzing sound in the dark night.

"Yingwu" is a dragon-level psychic who serves the Japan Psychic Association; she looks like a tall girl.

She wore a kendo uniform, a scabbard at her waist, and held a katana in her hand. The blade glowed a pale cherry-colored, and the scabbard reflected the moonlight falling from above.

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, thereby achieving the effect of strangling her opponent invisibly.

At this moment, the "wing man" standing ten meters away from her was a bit strange:
He was a middle-aged bald man wearing a yellow raincoat. A long metal bar grew from his head, with a helicopter wing attached to it. He looked like a hybrid of a human and a deformed industrial product.

"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 wingman was putting the five fingers of his right hand on the neck of a female hostage.

He threatened the other person in a harsh voice, "Don't come near me!"

"If you kill her, you will have no way out." Yingwu said word by word.

An idea struck her, and she immediately imitated the words of the famous figure "Black Pupa": "Think about it, if she died, who would be in a worse situation between us?"

"Tell your men to hold us back," the wingman said coldly, his yellow windbreaker trembling in the high-altitude evening breeze. His right hand's five fingers curled together, transforming into a miniature helicopter wing, which spun at high speed.

"Ah--!" the hostage screamed. She also knew that this small wing could cut a bloody hole in her neck.

As expected, the live broadcast footage was about to be cut off.

However... at this thrilling moment, a dark shadow suddenly emerged from behind the wing man and pounced on him like a snake.

A pitch-black belt extended from the cuffs, pulled the wing man's arms apart, and suddenly grabbed his wrists.

Immediately afterwards, the black shadow gently pushed the hostage in the wing man's arms, causing him to fall towards Yingwu.

Yingwu was slightly startled, 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 the TV and frowned.

Black Pupa's figure slowly appeared in front of the camera. He wore sunglasses on his face and squatted 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 wingman 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.

Amidst a loud humming sound, the helicopter wings attached to his head began to spin at high speed! He wanted to use the tremendous kinetic energy of the wings to break free from the restraints and speed off 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 superpowers at the cost of hair volume... Maybe God saw that you have so little hair and couldn't bear to see you continue to trample on your pathetic amount of hair, so he took your superpowers back."

Black Pupa shrugged his shoulders and teased as he tightened the wing man's neck with a restraint, pushed him to the ground, and then gently pulled him until he fainted.

After loosening the straps, the wingman 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 his cigarette and said, "It seems so. Otherwise, there's no way to explain why the Wing Man's ability has failed."

Su Zimai breathed a sigh of relief, acknowledging the strength of the moth for once: "He's still somewhat useful... although he's 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 on the helicopter cabin focused the lens 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 with the amount of blood she's lost."

Yingwu originally had many questions, but seeing the hostage's condition, 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 to the camera of the reporter on the helicopter.

It seems... he's planning to perform something.

(End of this chapter)