A prince from a certain American comic book

dong dong!

Ike looked up at the second floor of the room again.

Claire's parents also gave him a thumbs-up.

Ike remained silent.

This whole family is a bit unconventional.

come on?

Diesel or gasoline?

funny.

Ike snapped out of his reverie, glanced at the Jaeger-LeCoultre watch on his wrist—the one he'd switched with at Claire's request—and asked Claire, "It's so late, aren't you asleep yet?"

Chris shrugged and said, "Tomorrow's a holiday, didn't you forget?"

Ekpi chuckled twice.

Ha ha.

If I have a day off tomorrow, what excuse can I use to get rid of her?

and also……

Damn, he just showed off his amazing power of King's Wrath this afternoon. Could this woman have taken some kind of drug and suddenly become infatuated with him?

Ike's mind was racing.

Back in his previous life on Earth, Ike did have girlfriends, but he adhered to a very simple principle.

If he doesn't feel any attraction, he'd rather not settle. If he needs something, he'll just pay for it so as not to hurt his feelings.

Unfortunately, during those thirty years in the Origin World, Ike spent all his money but still couldn't find a girl who could make his heart race.

This time?

Ike glanced at Chris.

Ok.

There was a slight feeling, but it still didn't reach the threshold of attraction that Ike had set for himself.

next second.

Ike snapped out of his daze, patted the head of Tom, who was now the size of an Alaskan Malamute, and then said to Chris, "It's late, go back to sleep."

Done.

Ike walked to his own house, which was three houses away, without paying any attention to himself.

If he's not interested, Ike would rather pay than settle, and this time is no exception. If he talks to Chris again, who knows if it might make Ike break his own principles.

He's different from his best buddy Mark in Beijing.

That guy claims to only talk about feelings and not money, but that's just a cover for his impoverished heart.

When he was reincarnated, he heard that the guy went mountain climbing and disappeared while being investigated by the organization.

Could this guy have taken a huge sum of money and fled to some country to be with a bunch of women?

Ike thought to himself.

Chris, who was standing still watching Ike's back, was slightly taken aback.

Claire, who was hiding by the kitchen window, ready to watch the show, couldn't help but slap her forehead when she saw what was happening.

That silly boy, amidst the flowers and the moon, his youthful restlessness, it was the perfect opportunity, how could he not seize it?

Claire felt a little annoyed as her gaze drifted to the gift cards her friend had given her for the Natural Forest Hotel that day...

Just then.

"Ike!"

Claire paused, then looked out the window.

"Meow!" Tom the cat, who was walking home with Mark, couldn't help but bristle and stare straight at the entrance of Elm Street.

Ike frowned slightly.

Chris, who was behind him, also ran over and stood next to Ike, looking towards the direction from which the sound had come.

next second.

Ike's eyes narrowed sharply, and he grabbed Chris, who was standing next to him, and pulled her aside.

With a loud bang.

A bullet exploded directly where Ike had just stood, the bullet colliding with the ground and sending up sparks that were quite bright in the darkness.

Clayton, startled, quickly left the kitchen and headed outside.

A click.

Claire's father, wearing glasses and carrying a loaded shotgun, also came down the stairs.

Claire was taken aback at first, then hurriedly rushed out of the room.

"Ike, come out here."

"Oh!"

"Meow!"

"what!"

...I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book"~

Chapter 046: The Nightmare of Elm Street (Seeking Recommendations for the New Week)

A flash of blue light streaked through the darkness. (Ice#Fire@Chinese www.bhZW.cc)

Talking Tom leaped forward and instantly bit Jesse's arm, who seemed to have gone completely mad.

Talking Tom whimpered and tried to pull the arm holding the shotgun away from Jesse, who was on the verge of going crazy.

Bang!

The shotgun misfired and hit the ground with a bang.

"Ike".

"I'm here."

Claire ran out of the house and called out nervously towards where Ike had just been. She was only slightly relieved after receiving a response from Ike.

Claire hugged him and watched as Ike, who had fallen to the ground and was tightly protecting Chris, stood there.

Ike said with a gloomy look, "Well, it seems my bad luck hasn't completely passed yet."

Claire's expression was somewhat serious.

Claire's father, however, had already pointed his shotgun at the completely deranged Jesse and shouted, "Son, put down the gun!"

Jesse's entire body was being torn apart and dragged by Tom the cat, who was whimpering and biting.

A ding sound.

Jesse dropped his shotgun, and Talking Tom immediately grabbed it and flew back to Ike's side like a blue lightning bolt.

Ike raised an eyebrow as he looked at the shotgun that had landed in front of him.

This silly cat.

Having lost his shotgun, Jesse stood there, head bowed, swaying unsteadily.

Claire's father watched Jesse with a wary expression, wondering what he was up to.

now.

The gunshot woke up the residents of Elm Street.

When Chris's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Seifer, saw Chris under the streetlight, they also rushed out of the house.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Don't come any closer."

"Don't come any closer."

"Ike, I'm not afraid of you, I'm going to kill you."

"..."

Surrounded by the adults who rushed over, Jesse seemed to have gone mad, brandishing a dagger he had somehow acquired and roaring as he charged toward Ike's location.

A fierce glint flashed in Ike's eyes.

Are you looking for death?

He had already decided that he wouldn't get involved in Freddy's mess; let whoever dies, die, it's none of his business.

But what about now?

Clearly, Ike's statement seemed to Freddy to be a sign of weakness and a desire to escape.

Do you really think I have absolutely no way to deal with you?

Ike's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Meow!"

Before Ike could make a move, Tom, who was firmly protecting Ike, attacked again. The Tom cat, who looked like a big Alaskan Malamute, pounced on Jesse, who was clearly still asleep after being lured by Freddy, and knocked him to the ground.

one more time.

Talking Tom, with the dagger that had fallen to the ground in his mouth, ran back to Ike's side.

With a clang.

There were already two lethal weapons, a shotgun and a dagger, in front of Ike.

Ike looked at Talking Tom with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

This silly cat is definitely lacking in education.