The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 404 - 235: It’s Over, He Evolved.

Chapter 404: Chapter 235: It’s Over, He Evolved.

"Do you feel like you’re chicken wings in an oven?" Clo swept the floor with gasoline, but suddenly he straightened up and asked all the hostages present.

A minute had passed since he hung up the phone with the police station, and during that minute, Clo hadn’t been idle. He diligently brushed the oven, turning the hall into a terrifying oil barrel ready to ignite at a touch.

He wasn’t in any hurry, because he knew that whether it was the police, the Terrorism Control Bureau, or the black-clad Hunter Organization, none could breach the hall quickly, and while killing him was easy, rescuing all the hostages was hard.

At least until Jiang Shu arrived, he would be safe.

Yes, Jiang Shu would definitely come.

Just a five-minute phone call could save the forty or fifty people present, and Clo couldn’t think of any reason Jiang Shu would refuse.

And now, he was despicably using Jiang Shu’s magic fans as leverage. If Jiang Shu really wasn’t willing to spend five minutes to save his own fans, Jiang Shu would be spontaneously boycotted online.

That would completely ruin his career as a magician.

So this was pressuring Jiang Shu using the social properties of a magician. As a performer of the Entertainment Series, he couldn’t let his reputation be completely destroyed here.

"Here, tell me, don’t you think you’re like chicken wings?" Clo approached a group of five seated together and asked one of the young men, then helped him remove the cloth in his mouth.

The composition of these five was clear at a glance: a family of four plus a passerby. The passerby was now the one Clo was asking.

"We are, we are chicken wings," the young man nodded repeatedly, echoing Clo’s words.

"Don’t be nervous, I won’t hurt you," Clo tried to calm the young man’s emotions.

"You’re right, Lord Clo," the young man even used a respectful title.

But suddenly, Clo’s expression turned serious, "You know me?"

"...Yes," the young man swallowed, frantically conjuring up Clo’s glorious deeds and flattering sentences about him, "You are... you are the best rebel of Lonely City, you’ve successfully changed the corrupt atmosphere of Lonely City, you..."

"Shut up!" Suddenly, Clo burst into a furious rage, grabbing the young man by the collar, and shouted, "Don’t mention that man’s affairs in front of me, I am me, he is him, he has left this place forever! Now, I stand here! I am Clo!"

The sudden outburst made the young man tremble with fear, not knowing what he had said wrong, but he still kept apologizing: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

Then, Clo took out a gun from his pocket, pointed it at the father of the family of four, and continued with a somber face, "I said I won’t hurt you, but you’ve still angered me, so I’ve decided to let him die."

He turned his head towards the children of the family and told the two little ones, "Now, please close your eyes. If you’re going to blame someone, blame this guy for saying the wrong thing."

As the children looked on in terror and the father made frantic "mmph mmph" sounds, Clo’s trigger finger tensed slightly.

"Piu—" only a weak splash of water came out from the gun.

"Hahaha!" Clo burst into laughter as well, patting the father on the shoulder, his body shaking with laughter, "Did I scare you?"

"Don’t worry, I really won’t hurt you," he declared to the entire hall, "As long as Jiang Shu is willing to spend a mere five minutes to come see me."

With that, he suddenly pulled out another gun with a cold expression, and shot himself in the hand.

A bloody hole immediately appeared on his hand, blood pouring out, and the pain invaded Clo’s brain in an instant.

He couldn’t bring himself to be truly cruel. Clo, oh Clo, you really fall short compared to him.

But now...

Now he should be able to harden his heart.

Pain twisted his features, but his eyes, calm as a wild beast’s, remained fixed on the closed doors of the hall.

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"Change for me!" Jiang Shu pointed at a sheet of paper towards Xiao Yi and said.

Yi: How about changing little Tang into a limited-edition Aishania Bunny Girl?

"Ugh, forget it. Not everyone has special tastes like you," Jiang Shu also earnestly refused Xiao Yi.

Yi: All right.

With that, Xiao Yi, uncharacteristically, stopped bantering with Jiang Shu, connected the charging cable, and folded the piece of white paper in front of him into the shape of Aishania. Jiang Shu had once looked through the suicide case file of the flower seller, so it naturally had recorded her photo and appearance.

Derivative Entry · Rebirth Technique activated.

Like Xiao Bing, Xiao Yi turned off its screen and disabled nearly all functions that would cause extra energy consumption, dedicating all its computational power to the operation of the Rebirth Technique.

In a virtual dark space, Xiao Yi saw a point of light. After hesitating for a moment, it headed toward the light.

It was an overhead view of Lonely City, below was a vast gray churning ocean made up of countless vague, gray spiritual bodies. And upon closer inspection, each spiritual body had a name tagged above its head.

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