My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS
Chapter 99 - 088: Performance (Part 1)

Chapter 99: Chapter 088: Performance (Part 1)

"Bro, you’re the Blue Arc, right?" Su Zimai said.

Facing his sister’s burning gaze, Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes at her and slowly spoke:

"Go ahead, did you lose Truth or Dare to your teacher?"

Before Su Zimai could reply, he nonchalantly averted his gaze, glanced at the surrounding Japanese, and muttered:

"First it’s some exorcist, then it’s I’m the Blue Arc... If these people understood what we were saying, they’d definitely think we were a bunch of lunatics having a team-building exercise. They’d call the cops on us."

Su Zimai stared directly into his eyes and said softly:

"You still haven’t answered my question."

"Are you bored?" Ji Minghuan met her burning gaze and replied helplessly, "I’m not the Blue Arc, satisfied?"

"Then..." Su Zimai lowered her head, pondered for a while, then raised her head still not letting him off: "Brother, swear to me."

Upon hearing this, Ji Minghuan, without a moment’s hesitation, swore a string of vicious oaths:

"If I’m the Blue Arc, may my big bro step on dog poop tonight, fail all his college courses, not graduate, and even if he graduates, he can’t find a job!"

Su Zimai frowned, pressing him relentlessly:

"What does this have to do with big bro? I want you to swear."

"Isn’t big bro my bro?"

With that, Ji Minghuan no longer paid attention to his pestering sister and turned to look at Ke Qirui.

He sighed, put his palms together in a praying gesture, and dragged out his voice begging for mercy: "Spare me, I just came out for a free meal, do I have to be tortured by my sister like this?"

"From now on, I’ll be a changed man and won’t slander you two as lesbians again."

As he babbled on, a waiter walked over carrying a plate and placed a steaming bowl of ramen in front of him.

As if transforming sorrow into appetite, Ji Minghuan picked up his chopsticks and started devouring the ramen, ignoring the three beside him.

Seeing Gu Wenyu ignoring her, Su Zimai’s expression was complex, her eyes shimmering.

After a moment of silence, she exchanged a glance with Ke Qirui; Xu Sanyan, on the other hand, quietly watched the TV overhead.

"The situation is really dangerous..." Xu Sanyan said absentmindedly while watching the news broadcast on the TV.

Hearing this, Ji Minghuan slurped his noodles while following Xu Sanyan’s gaze upward.

On the TV, the Tokyo news station was live-broadcasting an incident in the Shiba Park District where the consecutive murderer "Winged Man" was in a standoff with Japanese mutant "Sakurabu" on the viewing platform of Tokyo Tower.

Reporters and cameramen onboard a small helicopter were broadcasting the incident live to the people of Tokyo, the helicopter blades hummed in the night.

"Sakurabu" is a dragon-level superpower user working for the Japan Superpower Association; she appeared as a tall girl.

She wore Kendo attire, with a scabbard at her waist, holding a katana. The blade emitted a faint cherry hue, reflecting the droplets of moonlight falling from above.

Her superpower was turning objects she touched into cherry blossoms while retaining their original properties—she frequently used this in swordsmanship, often transforming her katana blade into countless sharp cherry blossom petals to invisibly slaughter her opponents.

At this moment, standing ten meters opposite her, the "Winged Man" seemed rather bizarre:

He was a middle-aged bald man wearing a yellow raincoat. There was a long metal pole growing from his cranial cavity, connecting to a helicopter blade above, resembling a fusion between human and deformed industrial product.

"Winged Man," he was a serial killer.

His superpower was turning his body into "helicopter blades," allowing him to take victims away from the scene, brutally killing them where no one could reach.

At this moment, the Winged Man had his right hand’s five fingers pressed against a female hostage’s neck.

He fiercely threatened, "Don’t come any closer!"

"If you kill her, you’ll have no way out." Sakurabu spoke each word deliberately.

She cleverly mimicked the famous persona "Black Cocoon," saying, "Think carefully, if she dies, which of us will be worse off?"

"First, tell your people not to approach." The Winged Man said coldly, his yellow raincoat shook in the high-altitude evening wind.

His right hand’s five fingers twisted together, transforming into a miniature helicopter blade, spinning at high speed.

"Ah--!" The hostage screamed, aware that the small blades could carve a bloody hole in her neck.

As anticipated, the live broadcast camera feed was about to be cut off.

However... at this thrilling moment, a black shadow suddenly darted out from behind the Winged Man, flying toward him like a snake.

The black strap extended from a sleeve, pulling the Winged Man’s arms apart and clamping hard onto his wrists.

Then, the shadow gently pushed the hostage from the Winged Man’s grasp, causing her to fall towards Sakurabu.

Sakurabu was slightly taken aback but quickly bounced forward to catch the hostage, then raised her eyes in amazement to look ahead.

Inside the ramen shop, at the moment the Pitch Black Restraint appeared on the TV screen, Ke Qirui raised an eyebrow.

She couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile and commented, "Our collaborator is quite active."

"Big fluttering moth..." Su Zimai frowned at the shadow on TV.

Black Cocoon’s form was slowly revealed on the screen; he wore sunglasses and squatted on the railing of the Tokyo Tower viewing platform like a black cat, with the restraint belt rotating around his body like flowing water.

"Who are you?!"

Before the Winged Man could react, the Pitch Black Restraint tightly bound him from behind, encasing him in an instant into a black dumpling.

"Bastard! Let me go!"

The Winged Man growled.

Amidst the loud buzzing, the helicopter blade on his head began spinning at high speed! He intended to use the immense rotary energy to break free of the restraint belt and fly into the night sky!

But in the next moment, the restraint belt suddenly emitted a strange glow, and the blade on his head abruptly contracted, turning back into a sparse bit of hair on his bald head, leaving an overwhelming bare scalp, stunning to behold.

"Why? Why?!"

The Winged Man clutched at his nearly bald head, roaring in disbelief.

"Who knows? Sir, this is my first time seeing the cost of using a superpower being hair loss... perhaps the heavens took pity on your pitiful head and stopped you from further humiliating your sad hair condition by stripping away your superpower."

Black Cocoon shrugged, making a teasing remark as he tightened the restraint belt around the Winged Man’s neck, pinning him down, and gently tugged him into unconsciousness.

He let go of the strap, and the Winged Man collapsed to the ground like a heap of mud.

Watching this unfold, Ke Qirui speculated in front of the TV: "Does his restraint belt also suppress superpowers?"

Xu Sanyan took a drag of his cigarette: "It appears so, or else there’s no explanation for why the Winged Man’s superpower failed."

Su Zimai let out a small sigh of relief, conceding the prowess of the big fluttering moth for once: "He’s somewhat useful... though he’s fundamentally still a troublemaker."

"Just a big fluttering moth."

Ji Minghuan, manipulating the Restraint Incarnation, propped his chin and interjected absentmindedly.

At this moment, the cameraman on the helicopter focused on Black Cocoon.

Black Cocoon sat atop the railing of the Tokyo Tower viewing platform, turned his head to look at Sakurabu behind him, and advised:

"Take the poor hostage lady to the hospital; she’s lost too much blood to last much longer."

Sakurabu had many questions, but seeing the hostage’s condition, she no longer concerned herself with anything else. She carried the hostage, leaping into the moonlit night like a ninja and disappearing from view.

Now only Black Cocoon remained in the camera’s focus as the undoubtedly conspicuous figure.

Black Cocoon retracted the restraint belt into his body and slowly perched on the outer rail of the viewing platform, bent forward low, and casually waved at the cameraman on the helicopter.

It seemed... he was about to perform something.