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Chapter 276 Your Suppression Is Beyond Your Imagination
Generally speaking, a person's luck always has its ups and downs. Even someone as unlucky as Detective Chu has moments of leisure amidst his busy schedule, and the luck of ordinary people is unlikely to be too bad.

Unfortunately for Mr. Hillland, he unfortunately encountered a combination attack that was sure to ignite his passion. The insidious combo of "Wrist of Calamity" and "Hypnosis" was enough to turn any lucky person into a hapless wretch wallowing in the mud for a short time. Even more coincidentally, the Seagull Shopkeeper, who was feasting upstairs, was a Level 5 Mystic Eye—his Mystic Eye was particularly adept at observing Qi, and his dice relic could subtly influence the direction of Qi.

And so, after the sea lion's few dice rolls, Mr. Hilland, by sheer coincidence, acquired a captivating scent. He was now facing the most terrifying and horrifying scene he could remember: several muscular gentlemen were loosening their cuffs and ties, while a loyal underling rubbed against his back.

"What did you rub against?!" Hilland turned around and slapped him. "Damn it, what did you rub against?!"

The younger brother covered his right cheek, looking aggrieved: "Boss, you...you seduced me first..."

The younger brother's words sent a chill down Hiland's spine, the cold intensifying only by his lower body being reduced to just his underwear. His first instinct was to fire and stabilize the situation, but in the chaos, his pistol had fallen into the dining area opposite. Several robust, muscular, hairy, and odorous orc customers had just removed their outer garments, eagerly flashing masculine smiles.

Hiland's aura intensified dramatically: "You've got it wrong! This isn't my scent—"

The orcs nodded in understanding, and a muscular man with a tiger's face said in a magnetic voice, "Don't be nervous, sweetheart, this happens all the time."

"What the hell did you call me?!"

“Although society is much more open these days, there are still many people who hold conservative views on love.” Wolf Head Bro next to him looked at you with great sympathy. “I understand you, Sweetie. You’ve been suppressing your feelings for far too long. This excessive suppression has clouded your judgment, making you act rashly and think irrationally.”

The old man with the horse-headed head, dressed like a classic gentleman, shouted to his underlings, "If you really care about her, don't indulge her! Go and satisfy her!" His words showed great respect for the self-identity of the people on the other side.

The underlings lowered their heads, their faces full of shame: "Boss, we misunderstood you... but you really don't need to hide it. You just have a different orientation than most people, but it's never something to be ashamed of..."

"I told you you've got it wrong! This is ink! Can't you smell ink?!" Hilland shouted hoarsely.

“We can smell it clearly, darling.” “Relax, leave it to us.”

The muscular orcs strode over enthusiastically, and Hiland's shouts sounded like a squashed chick. He was an Ascendant on the Path of Light, and without his armor, his physical strength was nothing special... while these orcs' physical strength was definitely higher and tougher than his!

The thought of fighting a group of muscular orc men filled Hiland with terror. He turned and ran in a panic, ignoring the fact that he was only wearing his underwear as he fled out of the restaurant. However, the moment the sunlight hit him, he realized he had made a terrible mistake. The instant he stepped outside, every citizen on the street turned to look at him, their senses twitching in unison, followed by a deafening scream that exploded like firecrackers.

"You pervert!" "You're a pervert!" "How can you go out like this in the street!" "Indecent and shameless!"

A small group of like-minded individuals, who could understand the situation, looked embarrassed and hesitated whether to offer assistance. After all, even in the city-state of Jingsha, such an undisguised attraction was extremely rare. Just as they hesitated, the orc brothers ran out of the restaurant, their faces grave: "Citizens, please help! This lady has been suppressed for too long; such pressure has driven her to violence!"

Citizens exclaimed in surprise, and people with a strong sense of justice, insects, birds, and various small animals whose names they did not know all stepped forward, their eyes filled with a surging sense of duty.

A wild hammer snake with a moon tattoo on its head was the first to crawl out, its face full of righteousness: "I've come to lend you a hand!"

"Citizens who meet the criteria, please step forward." "We cannot allow repression to lead to tragedy!"

The kind-hearted citizens of the city-state began to undress, and Hiland screamed as he sprinted towards his dimensional wheel. His legs were made of metal, a prosthetic that granted him immense propulsion and jumping ability, allowing him to take the lead. However, the kind-hearted citizens were no pushovers; many possessed strong muscles and, with all their might, gave chase.

Hiland ran while trying to pinpoint the pursuers by sound, only to find that their movements seemed to be getting louder and louder. In desperation, he turned around and nearly exploded with rage at what he saw. Among the many muscular pursuers, a surprise force was leading the charge—it was none other than the director, who was personally carrying the camera lens! This dedicated media worker had unleashed 300% of his potential, starting from the restaurant and overtaking the others, dragging his bulky frame to the front of the pack to bring viewers a firsthand, live report!
"Stop filming! Damn it, don't film! Don't film!!" Hilland shouted, his voice cracking.

"Film it! Film it! Don't stop! The host is reading his lines!!" The director's voice cracked as well. "The live viewership ratings are breaking all the station's records. Even if the Speaker came today, we can't stop filming!"

The ghost host, suspended by a thin thread from the camera lens, spoke rapidly: "Dear viewers, due to a series of emergency situations, this program has been temporarily transformed into a K-X marathon chase. Parents watching from the water screen, please take your minors away immediately. Children without guardians, please change the channel and do not watch any violent scenes!"

Even in such a terrifying emergency, it didn't forget to give a reminder, demonstrating the professionalism of the ghost host. Holding the gold coin, it enthusiastically explained: "Okay, we see Miss Hiland, in her X-phase, running ahead! Although she is an Ascendant of the Floating Light Path, her speed is quite astonishing. Many kind citizens have expressed their willingness to help her, but she hasn't made a choice yet. Why did she act so abnormally after releasing the scent? Here we randomly interview a lucky audience member!"

The ghostly host handed a gold coin to a beholder spectator who happened to be watching the spectacle from the crowd. Vande stroked his tentacles and spoke methodically: "This female contestant's actions seem abnormal, but they are actually reasonable. Everyone might think about it: our Divine Tree City-State has many races and an open atmosphere, so why is she suppressing herself until now?"

"That's really strange," the ghost host chimed in.

"Because she's picky!" Van der concluded decisively. "Her orientation is rather niche, and her standards are too high; she looks down on most suitors. While everyone else has a partner, she's been single for years. She's lonely, she's restless, and it's this accumulated, unspeakable pressure over the years that has caused such insane sexual repression!" "I see. We thank the helpful citizen for their answer." The ghost host nodded repeatedly. "It seems this marathon is essentially a premeditated matchmaking plan. Let's wait and see which outstanding gentleman will win Ms. Hilland's heart. Our reporter will continue to bring you updates!"

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Inside the seafood bookstore, Ji Huaisu slammed her hand on the table: "Film the main show! Film the main show! What's so interesting about Van der Rohe? I want to see the real-time rankings!"

"That's terrifying," Gulibo trembled. "How come they got involved in this kind of thing after only being here for half a day?"

Manager Bangbangji stared wide-eyed: "I never imagined I'd see a chaotic free-for-all in a 3 PM livestream..."

The editor, Poison Otter, drew a rainbow with his wine glass, beaming, "Then why are you still watching? Do you have unusual sexual orientations too?"

"The competitive element, ah, that's the focus of this kind of show." Bangbangji said with a righteous expression, "The camera cuts over, it's time to decide the winner!"

·
Hiland was plunged into deep despair. After all, he was an Ascended Being of the Floating Light Path, and he had been running frantically towards his Boundary-Opening Wheel ever since he left the restaurant. But the damnedly enthusiastic citizens kept coming, and in his panic, his escape route became erratic and he didn't know where he had gone. To make matters worse, his mental signals inexplicably received no response, like a stone sinking into the sea. No matter how much he roared at his Boundary-Opening Wheel, there was no reply.

"Move, Boundary-Opening Wheel! Why aren't you moving?!" Hiland screamed in agony.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Chu Hengkong leisurely whistled. The Netherworld Annihilation Force Field transformed into a halo that expanded above Xiland's head, precisely suppressing all his mental energy fluctuations.

Hiland was completely unaware of this insidious ambush, or rather, even if he had, he would have been powerless against Imperial technology. At this moment, the muscle-bound men were closing in on him, and he no longer had time to consider better options. His immediate priority was to escape the perpetrators' pursuit as quickly as possible. In desperation, he fled to the nearest large building, attempting to hide inside to escape the chase.

A powerful urge to escape fueled Hiland's determination. He screamed and charged toward the building's entrance, but halfway there, he realized something looked familiar. The building resembled a piano, and for some reason, there was a puddle of yellowish-orange liquid on the floor that looked like some kind of familiar oil…

(Why did I come back?!?!)
However, Hiland ran too fast, far too fast. By the time he realized it, it was too late to turn back. At that moment, the lively citizens of the city-state, with their whimsical imaginations, gave him a unique surprise: a middle-aged man in beach shorts tied a rope to the back door of the restaurant, cupped his hands around a megaphone, and shouted, "Last three meters sprint! Go for it!"

"You think this is a track and field competition, you bastard—ooh ...

The moment he hit the rope, the terrifying impact nearly made Hiland's eyes pop out. The rope's resilience far exceeded his expectations; even though he crashed straight into it, it didn't break at all. Instead, he was sculpted into a shrimp-like U-shape!
Only then did he realize that the "rope" was actually an extremely resilient gun barrel. With a gentle flick, the barrel sent Hiland flying backward, landing in the enthusiastic crowd outside the restaurant.

It falls into well-developed muscles and colorful hair.

One after another, simple and kind faces filled Hiland's field of vision, and the deep voices of the honest citizens reached his ears.

"Sweetheart, come here..."

"No, no!" Hiland cried out in terror, "No!!!"

The director promptly lowered the volume and placed the crystal at the restaurant entrance. A rather unsightly scene flashed before the citizens of the city for half a second before being automatically blurred into a mosaic. To protect the citizens' innocent minds, the unscrupulous uncle who had just set up the finish line at the entrance squatted in front of the crystal, forcing everyone to look at his hairy legs.

"Alright, the X-Men Marathon has come to a successful conclusion. Congratulations to Miss Hilland for winning the championship! After enjoying her rewards, Miss Hilland will receive fifteen days of detention and a pair of handcuffs!"

The crystal was adjusted upwards so everyone could see Jastry's face. The Third Pulse leader casually picked up the cream puff he had used during the show and was happily munching on it.

"You might not be able to hear very clearly in front of the water screen, but the background noise here is quite exciting, it's almost making you lose your appetite," Trek said. "Kids and parents, did you see that? When X is suppressed for too long, such terrible things will happen. So whether you are single or in a relationship, married or unmarried, an adult or a minor, you should all actively learn from the aircraft pilots."

The ghostly host rushed in to chime in: "Captain Trek, what is the pilot's connection to this matter?"

"Being a pilot is a very passionate profession. Their yearning for the beautiful skies makes them take off every week, no matter how busy they are." Trek picked his teeth with a toothpick. "Their daily routine is takeoff and landing. Takeoff and landing. This regular schedule ensures they never feel stifled. So everyone should take off on time too, otherwise you'll become a terrifying adult running naked in the street looking for a mate!"

"Wow, Captain Trek's insights are as sharp as ever!" The host clapped enthusiastically. "That concludes today's surprise live broadcast. Thank you for watching, and we'll see you next time!"

(End of this chapter)