A prince from a certain American comic book

Giving money will only embolden those who take it, and they will become increasingly brazen.

Chris understood this principle deeply.

As Chris watched Tai Nan's retreating figure, her expression slowly darkened, her clear eyes growing increasingly deep and... terrifying.

Ten minutes later.

Ike, who was still standing on the raised deck at the three-and-a-half-level position overlooking the entire area, heard the noise behind him, looked at Chris walking up, and smiled, saying, "Where did you run off to just now?"

Chris smiled and took Ike's arm, saying, "Let's go to the bathroom."

Ike nodded.

As usual, the students were on the deck watching the modified ice hockey game.

On the deck, Tai Nan, who was walking past boxer Julius with a faint fragrance, looked up at Chris next to Ike and once again revealed an undisguised mocking expression.

Beneath Chris's long, drooping eyelashes were deep eyes that shimmered like black crystals.

Ike saw it too.

So Ike asked, somewhat puzzled, "I thought you and Tai Nan had become friends?"

Chris smiled and said, "She and I are just ordinary classmates."

Ike habitually stroked his chin and said, "That's not right. Yesterday, when Aini was looking for her dog, she said you and Tainan were holding hands and chatting."

Chris raised an eyebrow and said, "Aini?"

Ike, oblivious to Chris's gaze, nodded and said, "Yes, I was the one who found Annie's Dalmatian."

Chris nodded.

After a day and a night of sailing, the ship is now less than a day's journey from the port of New York.

night.

While eating in the cafeteria, Ike suddenly remembered something and looked up again to find that Jesse, who dreamed of becoming a guitarist, had mysteriously disappeared once more.

Ike sighed.

No need to ask.

The question is about the equipment compartment.

Ike reluctantly put down his knife and fork. After Chris asked him a question, Ike simply said something and got up to walk out of the dining cabin.

Not far away, Julius, a boxer with a bruised and swollen face, looked up.

Without him.

In the afternoon, Julius challenged Ike, and even issued a boxing challenge without protective gear.

Ike wasn't planning on accepting it.

He would never participate in activities that didn't earn him academic credits.

But Julius mentioned the commotion last night, which prompted Ike to accept.

later?

That's it. A combination of punches with less than one level of skill would knock out even a tenth of Captain America, let alone Julius, a boxer who developed too early and had a chuunibyou mentality.

Chris also used her fork to pick up the steak on her plate, her head down and her eyes darting around.

When Freddy came out, Ike was staring at a certain spot with the same nervous expression. And now?

Chris turned and glanced at the ball queen, Tainan, who was sitting with the island nation's little follower.

Inside the equipment compartment.

Seeing Jesse still engrossed in her own world in the same spot, Ike shook his head helplessly and walked over again, just like yesterday, to remove Jesse's headphones.

Jesse made a frustrated face as the music played, turned to Ike and said, "Don't you have anything else to do?"

Ike shrugged and said, "I have absolutely no problem with you practicing in the restaurant."

"It's quiet here," Jesse said.

"Heh." Ike chuckled, "It's quiet here, and if some serial killer were to run in, you'd die just as quietly."

Jesse rolled his eyes at Ike.

This guy.

They can't speak at all.

Jesse thought for a moment, deciding that he could just hide in the small room like yesterday, so he packed up his gear, glared at Ike, and then went up the stairs to leave.

After Jesse left.

Ike sighed and took a cigarette out of his pocket.

Click on it.

These days, to be a nanny to this extent, he is truly the first person in history to do so.

only.

Ike's ears suddenly twitched slightly.

next second.

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

Chapter 069: A Joint Attack

Ike quickly dodged to the side.

With a loud bang.

Where he had just stood, a sharp axe, piercing straight into a steel plate, stood upright.

Roar!

Ike immediately looked into the darkness.

next second.

A figure wearing a bizarre hockey goalkeeper mask, dressed in clothes that resemble those worn by a butcher, and carrying a broken axe, emerged from the darkness, dripping wet.

Jason Voorhees.

Ike's dazzling azure eyes stared at Jason, the Crystal Lake serial killer, who emerged from the darkness, and he uttered Jason's full name.

Jason, hidden beneath the hockey goalkeeper's mask, also stared at Ike with his already rotting eyes.

In Jason's ear.

His emotional support also stemmed from the constant intrusion of his mother Pamela Wohrs' voice into his mind.

Jason.

It's this guy right in front of you.

Kill him.

He has committed countless evil deeds and deserves your punishment. Your mission is not over yet; kill him.

Kill him quickly.

Jason looked up and his movements were instantaneous.

Bang!

Ike cursed under his breath and quickly retreated.

Very simple.

In such a confined space, how could he, an unarmed king, possibly go toe-to-toe with a murderous maniac wielding a sharp axe?

Ike isn't stupid.

As long as they went to an open space, he was sure he could teach Jason what true strength was, and that without skill he was just a brute.

Just then.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly came from the doorway of the equipment compartment.

Jesse, who was thinking of returning just like yesterday, heard some noise from inside the equipment bay and wondered what Ike was doing. But what she saw next made her scream in terror.

Jason, who was about to chase after Ike, looked up at Jesse at the hatch.

Shit.

Ike cursed again, feeling a bit annoyed. He looked up, grabbed the railing with both hands, and scrambled up to the first floor, running towards the hatch while saying, "Hurry up and get out of here, don't fucking go over there."

Ike's shouts did not bring Jesse back. Jesse was already pale, his eyes fixed on Jason, who had killed a crew member when boarding the ship. Jason's body was covered in blood and water, and he was trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Jason, who was closest to the cabin, also moved.

Holding a sharp axe, he strode straight and unhindered toward Jesse at the door with thunderous steps.

Just then.

Bang!

Upon seeing this, he jumped down again, kicked Jason's Ike hard, and without even checking if Jesse was in a normal state, he pushed Jesse out and then instantly slammed the hatch shut from the inside.

Clang!

Ike ducked down and, at the same time, punched Jason in the chin from behind.

How much force does Ike exert when he swings with all his might?

Jason's ability to be propelled into the air by that punch and then land heavily explains the answer to this question.

Ike shook his aching right fist.

This is not a dream after all. Although his physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people, his opponent Jason cannot be categorized as an ordinary person either.

Ike turned around and pulled out the axe that Jason had fixed to the hatch.

Weapons in hand.

Ike stretched his neck and said to Jason, who had just pulled himself up from the floor, in an almost playful tone, "Now, let's play a game. Freddy, you come out too."

Jason remained silent.