Dragon Raja: I started out as Erii's older brother

"Oh! My back!"

Immediately afterwards, he picked up Erii and placed her steadily on the bed.

"Brother?" Erii tilted her head, seemingly curious about the new environment.

Finally, Su Mo turned back, picked up the dragon bone cross that had been smashed into the wall, and with all her might, threw it into the carriage.

"Boom!"

The entire truck shook.

"drive!!!"

Su Mo shouted at the driver and climbed onto the car using both hands and feet.

Just as he had half his body climbed into the truck bed, the truck roared and lurched forward.

When Takeda Genzaburo led his men to the backyard, all they saw was the truck speeding away, and Su Mo hanging on the back of the truck, waving frantically at them.

Goodbye!

Su Mo rolled into the carriage using both hands and feet, lay down in the garbage heap that exuded a captivating aroma, spread out in a starfish shape, and gasped for breath.

Although his body ached all over and he was covered in an unknown liquid, he felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.

He raised his fist high, facing the dark night sky, and delivered a victory speech.

"Goodbye, cage! Hello, free trash!"

At this moment, the garbage truck rampaged through the streets of Tokyo under the cover of night, its engine roaring like a beast, as if mocking the magnificent cage that had been left far behind.

Inside the carriage, Su Mo felt as if he had been thrown into a testing ground for top-tier biological weapons.

The sour smell of fermented kitchen waste mixed with the fishy stench of an unknown liquid, plus the pungent odor of disinfectant that tried to mask everything but only made it more obvious.

This resulted in a complex toxic gas capable of causing devastating damage to the nasal cavity.

"Ugh... I can't take it anymore..."

Otacon has completely given up resistance and lies paralyzed in the garbage dump.

Erii silently took out an N95 mask from her duck-shaped backpack, put it on, and then took out another one, looking at Su Mo with her pure and innocent eyes, and handed it to him.

"I'm devastated!!! Sis, you actually carry this thing with you everywhere?! Did you already predict we'd be running away in a garbage truck?!?!"

Su Mo was so moved that tears streamed down her face o(╥﹏╥)o. She hurriedly took the mask and put it on, feeling as if the whole world had become fresher.

He looked at Erii, then at the dragon bone cross he was carrying, and felt a surge of pride.

Although the process was a bit tortuous, I finally managed to escape with my sister and the artifact!

This script is a classic tale of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress and a triumphant return!

"boom--!"

The truck braked sharply, screeching as it came to a stop in a quiet, deserted back alley.

The driver leaned out and growled in a low voice, "Get out of the car! This is the only way we can take you! There are roadblocks set up by the Snake Clan ahead!"

"Alright! Thanks, bro!"

Su Mo regained some strength and was the first to jump off the car.

He first threw down the half-dead Otacon like a sack of potatoes, then carefully caught Erii, and finally, with great effort, carried down the heavy clothes hanger as well.

The garbage truck sped away.

In the alley, only the three of them remained, along with a lonely moon hanging in the sky.

"Okay, we're safe now."

Su Mo dusted off his hands, let out a long sigh, and began to think about his next plan.

Go to Tokyo Tower, hold a ceremony, and boost the WIFI signal!

However, he hadn't even had a chance to speak.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat, pat-pat."

A series of unhurried footsteps came from the shadows deep in the alley.

"Who?!"

Su Mo jumped, shielding Erii and Otacon behind him, and warily stared into the darkness.

Three figures slowly emerged from the shadows.

The leader was a young man wearing a long black trench coat, with multicolored hair and a red contact lens.

The two henchmen behind him, dressed in the same style of energetic young men, were trying their best to put on a "we're fierce" expression.

Su Mo looked at the outfit and inwardly cursed it.

[Help! Are these hairdressers, a group of Tonys from some salon, out soliciting customers late at night?]

The leading chuunibyou youth, who was also the next generation sent by Bronze and Fire, was very satisfied with Su Mo's shocked expression.

He raised his hand and, in a tone that sounded incredibly cool and aria-like, slowly began to speak.

"The gears of fate have begun to turn."

His voice echoed in the quiet alley.

"Mortal, hand over the key you hold!"

After he finished speaking, he struck a pose that he thought could charm countless young girls, gazing at the sky at a melancholy 45-degree angle.

The whole scene was so awkward, the air seemed to freeze.

Otacon trembled with fear, while Erii tilted her head curiously, seemingly examining whether the other's glowing eye was some new game merchandise.

Su Mo remained silent for three seconds.

He first looked down at the strangely shaped dragon bone cross he was carrying on his shoulder.

Then he looked up and saw three young men in matching uniforms staring intently at the pile of tattered clothes.

Su Mo understood instantly.

He looked as if he had just realized something, and then revealed an incredibly sincere, even somewhat tearful, friendly smile.

Hey bro!

Su Mo took a step forward enthusiastically, startling the three people opposite her into retreating.

"Oh, we're in the same industry! My apologies for not recognizing you!"

He said with a big smile, "You guys are out collecting recyclables too? Business must be tough this late at night, right?"

The handsome smile on the face of the second-generation succulent froze.

"What... collecting scrap metal?"

"What are you pretending for! Look at your matching uniforms and professional team, you must be from some large waste recycling company, right?"

Su Mo pointed to the dragon bone cross on his shoulder and asked with a sincere expression.

"You've got your eye on this thing?"

"Let me tell you, this is an old item. Although it looks like a broken clothes hanger, it's surprisingly heavy! It's definitely solid!"

He patted the cross, making a dull thud, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"One price, 100,000 yen! No bargaining! But since we're in the same business, I'll give you a 2% discount!"

"..."

The expressions on the faces of the second-generation swarms of animals were as colorful as a palette.

His two henchmen behind him were also dumbfounded. They looked at each other, their faces full of question marks.

Weren't we here on a sacred mission of plunder? How did we end up at a junkyard?

Seeing that they were silent, Su Mo assumed they thought it was too expensive.

He sighed, giving me a look that said, "I knew you guys were going to try and lower the price."

"Alright, alright, 80,000! That's the lowest I can go! I risked my life to get this from a wealthy family; the cost was very high!"

"You...shut up!!!"

The second generation of the species finally recovered from its petrified state, and he felt that his personality had been insulted like never before.

His image of wisdom and might! His meticulously prepared lines! His long-cultivated aura of dominance!

They treated us like scrap collectors!

"boom--!"