The upbeat music and lively rhythm instantly drew a crowd to the third floor of the mall, phones out, snapping away.
“Yo, this guy’s wild.”
“Pretty stylish.”
“No shame, doing this in public.”
“Don’t look, darling, you’ll be corrupted.”
Sun Sheng was about to explode.
What the hell was going on?
Why was his body out of control?
Why was he dancing like this?
[Resentment points from Sun Sheng +1000.]
The petite girl hid behind the crowd, covering her face.
I don’t know him.
This was beyond embarrassing.
Just then, the crowd gasped.
Sun Sheng did a sudden split, a perfect one-legged stretch.
A stunning move.
“Ow!”
The excruciating pain twisted his face, his hair standing on end.
*Rip.*
The violent move tore his trousers at the crotch, revealing a flash of bright red.
“Bloody hell, his lucky year?”
“Tsk tsk tsk, isn’t that a bit much?”
“Brilliant, this’ll go viral online.”
The petite girl grabbed her bag and bolted. Too embarrassing.
She might suffocate from the awkwardness if she stayed.
Lin Chuqing struggled to hold back laughter.
Sun Sheng cried out, “Don’t… don’t go. Save me.”
Jiangnan crouched down, saying calmly, “So, how’s the Dynamic Light Wave? Dynamic enough?”
Sun Sheng’s eyes widened in terror, looking like he’d seen a ghost.
That nonsense Dynamic Light Wave was real?
Was that why he was dancing?
Bloody hell.
Dynamic. Too damn dynamic.
Was this guy really Ultraman?
But why’s there a zipper on your back?
“Big… big brother, I was wrong. Please.”
“Let me go.”
Sun Sheng, teary-faced, was still doing a Thomas spin on the floor.
With his trousers torn, his red lucky underwear was on full 360-degree display.
“If apologies worked, what use would Ultraman be?”
Sun Sheng: ???
“Big brother, I’m sorry. Please stop this. I’ll do anything.”
Jiangnan: “The sofa, the coffee table…”
“All on me. All on me.”
“Apologise.”
Sun Sheng, crying, said, “Lin Chuqing, I’m sorry, I was wrong. I’m not human, I’m an idiot.”
“I won’t bother you again.”
Lin Chuqing said nothing, but felt utterly relieved.
Her gaze towards Jiangnan was warm with gratitude.
She never expected the Dynamic Light Wave to be real.
Was he really Ultraman?
“Ultraman brother, can you tell me your name?”
Jiangnan broke into a cold sweat.
Are you kidding?
If I tell you, I’ll lose all face.
How would I survive at school?
“Uh, I… I have to go fight little monsters, so I’ll head off.”
He jogged away, leaving a baffled Lin Chuqing.
“Hey, big brother, don’t go. You haven’t undone the Dynamic Light Wave.”
[Resentment points from Sun Sheng +1000.]
Lin Chuqing felt disappointed. He wouldn’t even tell her his name?
Suddenly, her eyes lit up.
She looked at the order form Jiangnan signed.
There must be a name.
She glanced at it.
“Salted Egg Superman.”
[Resentment points from Lin Chuqing +333.]
After Jiangnan left, Sun Sheng collapsed powerlessly.
Close inspection revealed purplish bruises all over his body.
With his crotch torn, Sun Sheng didn’t dare act tough.
He paid quickly and fled.
Lin Chuqing, unable to contain her excitement, pulled out her phone and messaged her best friend on WeChat.
Sunny: Little Fish, Little Fish. I might be in love.
Little Fish: Wow, no way. Our campus beauty has a crush? Who?
Sunny: A super cool Ultraman.
Little Fish: ???
Yu Qingqing was stunned. In love with Ultraman?
What’s that about?
Sunny: You don’t know. He can shoot Dynamic Light Waves. My God. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
Little Fish: ᶘ͡°ᴥ͡°ᶅ
…
Jiangnan went to the warehouse, picked up a furniture set, and bought a pile of daily necessities.
He teleported home.
The side effects of the black garlic had worn off; the costume was stifling.
As he entered the villa, he called out, “Big Wolf, your chocolate ice cream.”
He froze. Bloody hell?
Why so many people?
Xia Yao turned. “Pfft…”
Wasn’t that the Salted Egg Superman from the TV prize claim?
That’s Jiangnan?
Everyone in the room turned, eyes nearly popping out.
What the hell?
A middle-aged man sat on the sofa, head bandaged, arm in a sling, hair messy, face bruised, glasses broken.
Beside him was a tall, ponytailed girl in cool clothing.
The rest were all middle-aged men.
Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao were entertaining guests.
Ye Ye was sulking in the girl’s arms.
The Ye family had come?
Jiangnan took off the costume to breathe.
The bruised man’s eyes turned red.
He leapt from the sofa, roaring, “You damned keyboard warrior, I’ll kill you.”
A group rushed to pin Ye Haitao back on the sofa.
“Taozi, calm down.”
“Third, behave.”
“Remember what Dad said?”
“Uncle, stop it. You’re injured.”
Jiangnan jumped back.
What’s with this rabid dog of a man?
[Resentment points from Ye Haitao +1000.]
What happened?
Ye Haitao nearly died on the road.
First, his father beat him black and blue.
He planned to drive to pick up his daughter.
Someone deflated his tyres.
The whole way, he kept getting attacked.
In 24 hours, he visited the hospital three times.
Believe it or not, someone threw faeces at him on the street, more than once.
Jiangnan, using Ye Haitao’s account, went wild on the dark web.
All the offences were pinned on Ye Haitao.
The Dark Night Army’s Sword-Drawing Operation hit the underground world hard.
Those big shots, with nowhere to vent, made Ye Haitao their punching bag.
He barely survived to pick up his daughter, unsure how to get back.
Seeing Jiangnan, he lost it.
Jiangnan glared. “Getting feisty, huh?”
“Your daughter tried to assassinate me. I haven’t settled that score.”
“The Sword-Drawing didn’t reach your house, did it?”
Ye Tianlong quickly smiled. “No, no, we didn’t mean that. We came to apologise.”
“And to take Ye Ye home.”
Ye Ye jumped from Ye Xingxuan’s arms, clinging to Jiangnan’s waist.
“I’m not leaving. I want to be an emotionless assassin. I want to apprentice under Brother Jiangnan.”
Ye Haitao’s teeth itched with rage.
In just a few days, he stole his precious daughter?
He cooked you in an iron pot, and you want to apprentice under him?
An assassin? If you go on a few more missions, your dad will die at home.
