This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 270 - 211. No Different from Usual (Achieved 4000 Word Target!)

Chapter 270: Chapter 211. No Different from Usual (Achieved 4000 Word Target!)

In the cold basement, the stench of formaldehyde mingled with the smell of rotting corpses, the bodies and blood painting a scene no less than Hell itself.

"Beichuan Master, you surely didn’t expect this," Suzuki Fumi remarked as he pulled out the glass again and poured himself another drink, laughing, "Director Shangyue checks this place every day, I only came because she heard noises at the entrance and notified me."

In fact, it was perfectly normal for the other party to have accomplices since transporting homeless patients wasn’t something one could do alone.

Furthermore, from the surveillance room, it could be seen that this area of the office building had no security cameras, coupled with strange sounds at night—it was like a ghost story—

Beichuan Si’s expression remained unchanged as he blandly looked at these two and asked, "Armed?"

"Although Director Shangyue doesn’t have a gun license, getting such a weapon isn’t a big deal if you have the resources," shrugged Suzuki Fumi, unfazed.

Indeed, in Japan, even if you’re licensed, you’re only allowed to possess hunting rifles and air guns, yet this gun clearly didn’t fall into either category.

"Things have turned out this way, Beichuan Master, I don’t want our relationship to be strained like this. How about we both step back? You bury this matter in your heart, and I’ll continue to treat you like I did before—after all, I really admire someone as capable as you," Suzuki Fumi said, chuckling.

He had been calm from start to finish.

He knew about Beichuan Si’s physical abilities, but could they really be more powerful than modern firearms?

He didn’t think so.

Thus, he had controlled the situation from the very beginning.

To Suzuki Fumi’s proposal, Beichuan Si simply lifted his eyelid and asked simply:

"Where, then, is Kawakami Nami, the last person Dean Suzuki favored?"

This simple question visibly upset Suzuki Fumi. He took a deep breath, and his voice finally turned cold:

"So... we can’t reach an agreement?"

"Why ask a question when you already knew the answer from the start?" Beichuan Si retorted coldly.

"This place is fifteen meters underground, and it’s also soundproofed," continued Suzuki Fumi.

Beichuan Si remained silent.

"Ah, too bad. I still had hopes for you, Beichuan Master."

Suzuki Fumi shook his head helplessly and gestured to Ugetsu Ka before closing his eyes—

Bang!

The sound of the bullet was particularly harsh.

Amid the smoke, Ugetsu Ka’s voice echoed, shocked and frightened:

"How is this possible?"

In Ugetsu Ka’s line of sight, Beichuan Si’s upright spine remained rigid; the chilling cold in his eyes made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The black mist... it was spreading—

"How is this possible? What are you doing, Ugetsu!" Suzuki Fumi opened his eyes, too, and saw the same scene of Beichuan Si unharmed.

"I don’t know! I really don’t know!" Ugetsu Ka cried out in fear: "The bullet clearly fired! It should have hit!"

Yet, why hadn’t Beichuan Si fallen?

Why did Beichuan Si’s expression remain unchanged?

Under Ugetsu Ka’s gaze, Beichuan Si’s eyes were dyed black by the mist, showing no whites, his dark pupils fixed piercingly on her face.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three more shots were fired, and this time not only Ugetsu Ka but also Suzuki Fumi beside her saw clearly.

The bullets were fired and immediately collided upon contact with the thin black mist that formed instantaneously—and—

Were they deflected?!

The bullets sizzled as they hit the ground, and soon their casings were completely corroded.

The black mist was like a strong acid, terrifying to behold.

What kind of monster was this...

"You... you’re not human..." Ugetsu Ka stepped back, trembling.

"And you have the nerve to say that?" Beichuan Si was somewhat dumbfounded.

This massive underground corpse-processing factory was her and Suzuki Fumi’s masterpiece.

These utterly inhumane vile creatures had the audacity to say such things?

As they aimed to shoot again, Beichuan Si’s hand shot out, directly snatching the handgun from her hand.

Yes, snatched it.

Ugetsu Ka’s finger still on the trigger, it twisted painfully with a crisp sound of snapping bone when he pulled it away.

After casually taking the handgun, Beichuan Si moved, directly kicking Ugetsu Ka into the fleeing Suzuki Fumi.

"Ah!!!"

Ugetsu Ka screamed, spitting out blood.

Beichuan Si’s kick had broken who knows how many of her ribs.

And Suzuki Fumi’s head had knocked against a shelf, leaving his mind dazed, utterly unable to muster any strength.

The two lay intertwined, hands on feet, feet on hands, their faces filled with terror towards the unknown.

Yes.

They weren’t afraid of Beichuan Si, the man.

But of the unknown force he embodied.

Originally, they thought they had control over the entire situation from beginning to end, yet they never envisioned that their actions would seem so powerless under Beichuan Si’s gaze.

It was just a simple shaping of deathly energy by Beichuan Si.

Since advancing from basic proficiency to a higher level of control over deathly energy, handling it had become increasingly intuitive for him; such manipulations were child’s play.

Beichuan Si, his eyes emitting a cold light, walked towards them.

"You, what are you going to do?!" Ugetsu Ka cried out in terror, her face losing all color.

What was he going to do?

Beichuan Si paused, a smile appearing on his face:

"Do you want to know what color your brain matter is?"

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.