I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

This game is so realistic!

Zhu Yu simply gave up and started pretending nothing had happened.

until--

The siren pierced the air like a sharp knife, and a police car was hot on their heels.

Chapter 67 Please pull over

As Zhu Yu was pondering the likelihood that the police car was there to chase them, she heard the police car behind her shout through its loudspeaker: "Pink motorcycle ahead, please pull over, you are speeding!"

Seriously? I didn't know speeding would actually get you arrested by the police and military...

The silly bird caught a glimpse of the flashing police lights in its rearview mirror, suddenly let out an excited squeal, and slammed on the accelerator—

"Hold on tight—"

The acceleration instantly threw her violently backward in the back seat, but fortunately, the vines held her in place.

Otherwise, she might perform a flying act.

The silly bird lowered its body even further, tires sparking blue as they scraped against the bend. It laughed into the wind, its voice tinged with childlike boastfulness: "Yo-ho~ Goodbye, soldiers and police—"

After rounding the bend, he suddenly changed lanes, and his motorcycle sped onto the narrow road, leaving the police car far behind.

In the rearview mirror, the police car had become a distant little dot of light.

Every bump during the ride gave Zhu Yu a thrilling feeling of soaring inspiration. She treated it as an immersive experience of high-speed driving and even waved excitedly at the police car behind her.

Then, the military and police NPCs sitting in the police car, whose neutral yellow color had turned red, were seen.

Zhu Yu innocently stated that she had done nothing.

*

The waves surged, and the blinding sunlight shattered into mirror-like fragments on the surf.

The Port Mafia's transport ship was gradually approaching the smugglers' cargo ship. This was an extremely arrogant act. Without any covert operations, they brazenly approached their target, almost as if they were shouting through a megaphone, "Listen up, you people on board, you are surrounded! Surrender immediately!"

As the main person in charge of this mission, Zhu Yu naturally formulated the action plan himself.

Her plan was simply to do it without any plan.

She has never liked to bring subordinates along, since in this game, green-named enemies are just unkillable, not incapable of being harmed.

To avoid a surge in casualties at the Port Mafia medical ward that would lead to her being summoned by Boss Mori, she waved her hand and ordered all her subordinates to stay on the ship and wait to clean up the mess.

Of course, she wouldn't admit to the dark idea that she wanted to keep the experience to herself :P

Once the boat had traveled a reasonable distance, Zhu Yu signaled it to stop.

[Battle Mode Now Activated]

The combat systems in the app version and the holographic version are quite different. In the app version, you only need to control the character and press buttons mindlessly. The holographic version, perhaps to cater to players like her who have no real-world combat experience but still enjoy fighting, features a user-friendly combat system.

Once you enter [Battle Mode], your body will automatically gain additional stats based on your level, instantly making you a peerless master. In fact, to avoid the game being too gory and affecting the player's mindset, the game can censor excessively bloody and violent parts.

The specific details of the combat system are set by the player according to their own preferences.

Because the game was so realistic, and Zhu Yu himself wasn't a violent person, he quietly switched the open view of the [Battle Mode] to "Teenager Mode". Without the visually polluting blood and flesh all over the ground, his vision instantly cleared up.

The salty sea breeze, carrying the smell of diesel fuel, wafted towards us.

Zhu Yu stood on the deck, waved his hand, and several seeds were flung out. They stretched in the air, quickly thickened and coiled, like green pythons, and swiftly wrapped around the smuggling ship.

With a push of his feet, he landed instantly on the makeshift bridge made of plants, and effortlessly leaped onto the boat using the vines.

Meanwhile, A-Dai-Niao and a group of Port Mafia grassroots members waited on the transport ship, hoping that the Port Mafia's "Senra Oni-Hime" would bring them victory.

*

The people on the cargo ship had already noticed the group of pursuers from the Port Mafia, and each of them gripped their guns, ready for battle.

They just didn't expect that the main force of the Port Mafia pursuers consisted of only one person, and that he boarded the ship in such an unusual way.

They were stunned by this sudden turn of events. When they came to their senses, they all raised their guns and fired wildly at the newcomers.

The bullets whizzed through the air, but only left bullet holes in the tough vine shield in vain.

The short girl snapped her fingers lightly, and countless seeds fell onto the deck like activated springs, instantly growing and covering the entire deck, layer upon layer, leaving no gaps.

More vines sprouted from the cracks in the deck, quickly binding the smugglers' hands and feet. The smugglers struggled desperately, letting out screams, but like trapped beasts, the more they struggled, the tighter the bindings became.

The vines twisted and rolled, like a group of angry pythons, whipping them until they were staggering and helpless. In just a few minutes, the once noisy and chaotic deck was filled only with the groans of the enemy.

When the last smuggler was hung upside down in the cabin, the entire ship had turned into a green cage.

Outsiders could not see what was happening inside; only the sounds of pain echoed on the vast sea.

The Port Mafia members stood on the transport ship, watching everything from afar. They saw that the enemy ship was covered by green vines and sharp wooden spikes, resembling an island of death.

After a long while, until the commotion subsided, the cage slowly shrank and dissipated.

Their [Kawakami] stood tall and straight in the only clean open space, his long hair flying wildly in the wind, slowly walking out from the backlight.

"ended."

The crowd seemed to snap out of their daze, responded in unison, quickly dispersed, and cleaned up the scene. The whole process was quiet and orderly.

Having witnessed a battle that was as spectacular as fireworks but ended swiftly, the silly bird was still in a daze for a while.

He had seen strong people, but never anything like this—elegant tyranny.

Kawakami, who had previously acted like an ordinary little girl, simply shook her hands lightly when they were accidentally stained with blood, as if brushing off non-existent dust.

She noticed that she had accidentally splattered blood on her clothes, and she even opened her mouth slightly, as if she was quite distressed.

"..." The silly bird opened its mouth, but found that it could not make a sound.

This is really...

She seemed to notice her gaze, tilted her head slightly, and looked past the large number of Port Mafia members, precisely locking onto him hiding behind the crowd.

Her eyes remained calm, even languid, as if everything that had just happened was merely a pastime.

Then, she waved to him.

—Just like when they first met not long ago, she unceremoniously got on his motorcycle and urged him to start driving as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Ah-Dai Bird's breath hitched, his fingertips went slightly numb, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

This is really——

Chapter 68 A Small Gathering—

So exciting!

*

"—Then she 'whoosh' raised her hand, and the entire ship was under her control with her vines. She effortlessly annihilated the enemy!"

As the silly bird repeated the battle scene of his newly acquainted [Kawakami] for the seventh time, the person opposite him finally couldn't take it anymore and slammed his coffee cup heavily on the table, the bottom of the cup making a crisp sound as it hit the metal surface.

The man opposite, the founder of the "Flag Society" and nicknamed "The Pianist," had been harassed to the point of losing all patience.

"Can you be quiet for a second?" His temples throbbed, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "From yesterday until now, besides 'Kawakami-san is so amazing,' 'Kawakami-san is so strong,' and 'As expected of the Demon Princess of the Forest,' can you utter any other words?"

Completely ignoring the pianist's death stare, the silly bird gestured with its hands as if controlling vines to whip away the enemy, almost spilling its coffee: "Didn't you see! She even waved at me at the end, only to me~ We're friends."

The pianist took a deep breath and began to seriously consider the feasibility of stuffing the silly bird into the trash can.

“You know what?” the pianist said with a “kind” smile, “Although my piano strings may not be as powerful as her superpowers, they can still easily sever your head.”

As he spoke, a cold glint flashed from his fingertips, and the piano strings sliced ​​through the air at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, hurtling towards the silly bird's throat, producing a subtle tremor.

At the critical moment, the silly bird tilted its head, and the piano string grazed the tip of its hair, cutting off a few strands of its flying hair.

"Wow. Don't be angry~" The silly bird finally paused his passionate speech, raising his hands in surrender. "I was just so excited because I finally found a promising talent who could be recruited into the flag association..."

"Anyway, the surgeon has been in contact with her, so he should agree with my idea!"

“She is indeed very good.” The surgeon, who had been quietly leaning against the corner of the wall, silently raised his head. He first affirmed A-Dai Niao’s thoughts, but then his selfishness was revealed as he changed the subject. “But her talent in treatment is clearly stronger than her talent in combat.”

"Eh—[Kawakami]-san can also heal?" Adobird blinked, then his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "As expected of her."

"No, it's clearly their combat talent that's stronger," the man who had been hiding in the shadows suddenly interjected.

The Port Mafia assassin, codenamed "Cold-Blooded," lay silently in the shadows of the room like a statue, a burning cigarette between his fingers, its red glow rhythmically flashing in the darkness.

A silly bird asked curiously, "Cold-blooded, how can you be so sure that you've met [Kawakami]-san?"

Leng Xue slightly raised his head and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "...I ran into him three days ago when I was on a mission."

Then silence fell again.

"...And then?" Unable to bear his half-finished sentences, Ah-Dai-Niao quickly pressed for an answer.

"..." As if anticipating that if he didn't continue, he might be bothered by that noisy guy, Leng Xue hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Her mission overlaps with mine."

"Her mission was to obtain intelligence on the enemy organization, and my mission was to assassinate a leader of that enemy organization."

"That day I sneaked into the target's office, and I was about to pierce his brain with the pen on his desk, but then..."

Leng Xue paused, as if recalling a scene he didn't want to remember. After hesitating for a moment, he lit another cigarette to calm himself down before continuing, "She stopped me directly."

In fact, Leng Xue embellished the story somewhat, because he didn't want his fellow members of the Flag Society to know that what he meant by "stopping" him was actually that Zhu Yu had used his supernatural abilities to tie him up completely...

"She said this was her prey." Then, in front of him who was unable to move, she subjected his assassination target to severe torture, causing the target to cry out in agony and reveal all the information.

The cold-blooded man, who witnessed her expressionless face as she whipped people with vines and then ransacked the room and the people inside, thought: ...Why is she so skilled at this?

"She left after receiving the intelligence, and I successfully completed the mission." Yes, having successfully "openly killed" the dying target, Leng Xue, who pursued the art of assassination, felt no joy whatsoever and could only grit his teeth and complete the mission.

This was one of his rare "Waterloo" moments in his mission.

The last time he failed was when he tried to assassinate Nakahara Chuuya during the "King of Sheep" era.

Regardless, the fact that she could instantly suppress this top-tier assassin and render him incapacitated shows that she is definitely a highly skilled fighter.

He acknowledged her abilities.

Sitting next to the pianist, a handsome young man with refined features watched his companions' conversation with a smile. He turned to the pianist, lightly touching the beauty mark at the corner of his eye with his fingertip: "So, you and I aren't the only ones who haven't met Ms. Kawakami, are we?"

The pianist didn't speak, but continued on his own: "I wonder what kind of young lady she is? Perhaps she's seen one of my movies and already knows me..."

The young man, codenamed "Public Relations Officer" within the Port Mafia, serves as a negotiation window between the Port Mafia and the world of Light. He is thrust into the public eye and eventually becomes a superstar with countless fans.

He believes that there are very few people who haven't seen his work.

"So it seems that only you, the pianist, haven't been recognized by Ms. Kawakami~"

The PR person jokingly refilled the pianist's coffee.

"is it?"

The pianist lightly lifted his fingertips, picked up a new coffee cup he had found in the cupboard, and moved as if he were picking up a flower.

Recalling Chief Mori's recent hints, he chuckled softly, his tone cheerful: "Who knows, we might get to know each other soon?"

"Hahaha, anyway, wouldn't it be quick if Chuuya introduced you two?" Adobird laughed heartily, seemingly oblivious to the situation. Then, realizing Chuuya wasn't with the Port Mafia lately and couldn't help with the introductions, he pointed to himself, "But Chuuya's been traveling a lot lately, so I can act as the middleman!"

The pianist glanced at him, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, leaving the silly bird scratching its head in confusion.

............

After a long while, someone suddenly made a suggestion in the small room where all the members of the Flag Association were gathered, except for Chuuya Nakahara who was on a business trip.

"Speaking of which, it's almost that time of the month, isn't it?"

"Which one?"

"Idiot...it's our one-year anniversary!"

"Oh, yes."

"Don't worry, just proceed according to plan."

"Ok!"

...It was impossible to tell who was answering whom, but the cacophony of noise, like a chaotic symphony, always managed to achieve a wonderful harmony at some point.