My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS
Chapter 91 - 080 Tracking (Thanks to the leader "Inaba Rabbit" for the reward)

Chapter 91: Chapter 080 Tracking (Thanks to the leader "Inaba Rabbit" for the reward)

The moment he stepped into the crowd, Ji Minghuan synchronized his consciousness to two bodies.

Different perspectives overlapped like a kaleidoscope, forming a bizarre and beautiful scene in his mind.

It was like the symptoms of a drug addiction.

He focused slightly, and the two perspectives were instantly cut in half by a vertical bar, much like the screen in a cooperative video game.

This way, Ji Minghuan could differentiate between the views of different bodies, avoiding confusion.

Body Number Two, Xia Pingzhou, was on his way to the meeting point mentioned by Ayase Origami, taking a train along the way. He grabbed the handrail, closed his eyelids in the swaying train carriage, and took a short rest.

At the same time, Body Number One, Black Cocoon, left the hotel and was running above Tokyo’s Harbor District.

A slender black figure was completely wrapped in transparent restraint belts, chasing the direction where Gu Zhuo Case had just left.

Passing neon signs printed with Japanese characters, grabbing the restraint belt, swinging past below glass curtain walls and billboards, the Tokyo reflected in his eyes did not appear as thousands of lights as at night, but rather a kind of pure beauty.

In mid-air, he closed his eyes, and the sensory of the restraint belt spread out fully, like a large net covering the surroundings from above.

Moments later, Black Cocoon used the restraint belt to distribute gravity, landing atop a silver commuter train.

He didn’t forget to peel a slice of restraint belt from his cuff, leaving a "restraint trap" on top of the carriage—this trap could help him hear sounds from that vicinity, see the scene on that street.

The commuter train clattered forward, allowing the trap to hear all the movements along the way.

Five minutes later, Black Cocoon sat on the railing of a rooftop, looking down, seeing a tall but stooped figure in the alley below. That was undoubtedly Gu Zhuo Case. Whether in attire, hairstyle, or facial contour, the features matched.

Gu Zhuo Case slowly stepped deeper into the alley, knocked on a door of a house, outside of which was an iron grille that could be pulled.

A voice came from inside: "Password?"

Gu Zhuo Case placed his hand on the wall, thought for a moment, then recited three words in order: "White Shark, Black Tengu, Akaura."

The door opened a crack, someone squeezed out their head to look at him, comparing with a list on their phone.

"Guest number 15, please come in."

Gu Zhuo Case entered silently, and the door closed again.

Maintaining the state of color change, Black Cocoon descended into the alley, used the restraint belt to surround a billboard, hanging upside down underneath.

Extending the restraint belt, he heard voices from behind the door, continuous spreading of subtle movements: atmospheric music, guest chatter, the crisp clink of glassware—the door seemed to lead to an underground bar operating illegally.

It was illegal because supposedly every bar in this area was under shutdown investigation, so to operate otherwise now was probably not publicly accessible, solely serving some major underworld figures’ private bar.

And since Gu Zhuo Case could enter the bar, it showed he had some connections in Japan’s underworld, having stirred things abroad these past two years to investigate Rainbow Wings.

"A bit curious whom dad wants to meet, but I couldn’t possibly go in myself..."

Black Cocoon chose to bide his time, maintaining the color-changing state, quietly hanging upside down beneath the billboard, awaiting a lucky patron.

Moments later, a man wearing a floral shirt, sunglasses, humming a tune, walked into the alley. His hands were in his pockets, knees bending slightly, his posture quite sleazy.

As he stepped into the surveillance dead zone, about to use his pinky to pick his nose, suddenly a black restraint belt bound his wrist, followed by a wisp of voice from above:

"Sir, picking your nose is uncivilized."

Before the floral shirt man could give a shout, Black Cocoon wrapped his head in a restraint belt, tightened with a knot, gagging his mouth, then pulled his form upwards, leaping to the rooftop together.

With slight effort, Black Cocoon knocked the man unconscious. The floral shirt man lay on the ground foaming at the mouth, pitch black restraint belts stripped him of all clothing but his underwear.

"Uh... if someone asks why he’s been in the surveillance dead zone for so long, let’s say he got the urge, doing weird things there suddenly."

Thinking of this, Black Cocoon deployed a skill Body Number One just learned—"restraint incarnation," raised his right arm, a piece of restraint belt peeled out his sleeve and dropped on the ground, gradually assembling into a humanoid figure.

Following the naked man’s visage, Black Cocoon whistled while changing the appearance of the restraint incarnation, until it completely matched the man, then used restraint belt to put sunglasses on it, dress it in a floral shirt and trousers.

Thus a crime boss debuted grandly.

"I’ll leave it to you." Black Cocoon forked his waist with one hand, gently patted the restraint incarnation’s shoulder, handed over the voice recorder, then swaggered off.

At this moment, a new perspective squeezed into Ji Minghuan’s mind.

It was the perspective of the restraint incarnation—although its five senses were far sharper than ordinary people, because it only inherited thirty percent of the original properties, there was still a gap between them, like an inferior version of Black Cocoon.

"But it’s good enough..."

Ji Minghuan thought to himself, manipulating the restraint incarnation to tuck the voice recorder inside the floral shirt’s sleeve.

Over the railing, dropping from above, landing precisely into the surveillance dead zone in the alley, standing up, maintaining the sleazy posture with hands in pockets, knees slightly bent, moving forward to the underground bar’s first-floor entrance.

Then he knocked on the door.

"Password?"

"White Shark, Black Tengu, Akaura." Ji Minghuan altered the throat organ of the restraint incarnation, making a deep voice.

The door opened, someone peeked out, glanced at his face, and then said respectfully:

"Guest number 10, please come in."

The incarnation stepped inside, walked down a long corridor, where a man in a suit waited with a scanner. The man at the front looked straight at him, speaking slowly,

"Sorry, but you need to deposit your electronic devices before entering the establishment, which will be returned to you later."

Upon hearing this, Ji Minghuan walked forward calmly, extending the restraint belt from his wrist, wrapping the hidden recorder inside his sleeve within it, accepting the scanner’s full-body check.

The device did not sound any alarm throughout, with the restraint belt shielding the recorder from all detection.

The man in the suit nodded to him, gesturing an "enter" sign.

Walking to the end of the corridor, a woman in a cheongsam opened the door for him from inside, looking up, the interior was indeed a lavishly decorated underground bar, small and exquisite.

The restraint incarnation with hands in pockets slowly entered the bar, glancing around with a sly eye. The bar was not large, so it was easy to spot the figure of Gu Zhuo Case among the guests.

At this moment, Gu Zhuo Case was sitting at the bar counter, conversing softly with a woman in a red dress.

This woman had an extraordinary aura, seductive eyes, bright lipstick, but the rest of her makeup was very simple, creating a contrast. She seemed to be the boss lady here.

The restraint incarnation casually picked a seat, slightly extending the restraint belt from the sleeves of his floral shirt, using the amplified sensing to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"The things I left with you... Are they well-kept?" Gu Zhuo Case asked.

The woman leaned closer, smiling, "Of course, I kept Mr. Gu’s attire very well, regularly maintained by the technical personnel here. So, do you have time to join me for a drink or two?"

She suddenly paused, with a smile still on her face, but her tone somewhat disappointed: "Though it seems... you already drank before coming here, quite disappointing."

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Gu Zhuo Case asked.

The woman in the red dress slightly leaned over, propping her chin, approaching the opposite side of the bar counter’s Gu Zhuo Case, with a teasing smile.

She said: "There’s an auction in Tokyo in a few days, where the high-levels of my family will also attend. They are recruiting powerful bodyguards, and if a formidable one is found, it would certainly please them... If Mr. Gu is willing to help me, I’d be very grateful."

Upon hearing this, Ji Minghuan’s eyes brightened.

"Accept, accept, accept, please accept, old man, so you and your two sons can reunite in the bodyguard team," he shouted in his heart.

Unfortunately, Gu Zhuo Case’s answer was not what he hoped for: "Hiring Ghost Bell as a bodyguard... you’re insane."

"We’ve been associates for so many years."

"I refuse..." Gu Zhuo Case said expressionlessly, "I currently don’t want to get involved with Japanese organized crime, nor do I owe you anything." He paused, "I’m traveling with my kids, I just want to enjoy my vacation, don’t want trouble."

"Seriously, you are on vacation now?" Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow, "Quickly accept the boss lady’s request, or you’ll be enjoying your vacation while waiting for news of your son’s death."

The woman in the red dress leaned close to Gu Zhuo Case’s ear, speaking in a lowered voice: "Alright, I actually thought you might refuse, so let’s chat about something else... since you’re rarely here in Japan, wouldn’t you consider... going on a date with me?"

Gu Zhuo Case was silent for a moment: "We’ve discussed this before..."

"It’s a pity, it’s rare for me to fancy someone for so long." The woman paused, shifting her gaze from his face and laughing self-mockingly, "Live ones can’t compare to dead ones, can they?"

Unexpectedly, Gu Zhuo Case didn’t get angry, but pondered for a moment.

"My son... also told me the same thing." he said quietly.

"Because that’s just the kind of person you are..." the woman said, then slowly turned and walked away.

Seizing this moment, Ji Minghuan controlled the restraint incarnation to stand up, walking towards the bar counter.

He sat beside Gu Zhuo Case, took out the recorder hidden in his sleeve, placed it on the bar, and pushed it toward Gu Zhuo Case.

"Someone asked me to give this to you." he said softly.

In the dim light, Gu Zhuo Case frowned, looked at the recorder, then at the restraint incarnation:

"Who are you?"

"After listening to the contents of the recorder, you’ll know."

The restraint incarnation said shadowily, rising from the round chair, hands in the pockets of his suit pants, maintaining a rogue stride, he walked to the bar exit without looking back.