landbeastnovel Chapter 109 - 95: Bodyguards at the Auction (Additional Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2
Chapter 109 - 95: Bodyguards at the Auction (Additional Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2
Chapter 109: Chapter 95: Bodyguards at the Auction (Additional Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2Black Cocoon dispersed the gravity onto the restraint belt, tying up a giant Yaksha statue in front of the villa. He held onto the restraint belt and landed on the top of the statue.
Then, he leapt off the statue’s head and slipped inside the window of the second floor. The second floor was empty; all the guests were gathered on the first floor in the living room.
Like he was at home, Black Cocoon sat down leisurely.
With his back leaning against the redwood railing, he held his breath, keeping the restraint belt transparent. Turning his head, he silently observed the scene in the first-floor living room through the gaps between the railings.
At this moment, a total of nine figures were gathered in the first-floor living room.
Apart from Blue Arc, Ke Qirui, and Su Zimai, among the other six people, Black Cocoon recognized two of them.
One of them wore a kendo outfit, had a high ponytail, and appeared as a valiant young girl, looking no more than 20 years old, her eyes bright and sharp—she was the "Dragon-Level Mutant" known as "Sakurabu," who was in a standoff with the Winged Man at Tokyo Tower last night.
The other was a member of Ke Qirui’s Ghost Train Corps: Xu Sanyan—the unlucky exorcist who failed to track Gu Wenyu last night and was instead followed.
The remaining four people in the living room, Ji Minghuan did not recognize.
But he guessed that most likely these people were from the exorcists’ side—if they were famous Mutants, they would certainly appear on the Japan Mutant Association’s website, and a quick phone
Lastly, all eight gazes fell upon Blue Arc, who hadn’t spoken a word from the start.
Blue Arc crossed his arms, raised a finger clad in metal gloves, and curiously pointed at himself.
Even though he didn’t speak, it seemed he was saying: Do I still need to introduce myself?
All eight shook their heads, giving him face. Who doesn’t know this superstar from China, even in Japan Blue Arc’s popularity is ever-increasing, his merchandise and posters are sold in store windows across shopping malls.
"Then that’s it..." Blue Arc crossed his arms, a low laugh emanated from behind his helmet, "Looking forward to working together, hope we can capture the White Crow Travel Brigade in one go."
At this moment, Black Cocoon, sitting by the redwood railing on the second floor, listened to the dialog through the restraint sensing, his vision darkened.
He thought to himself, "No way... Are these Japanese people joking, they really plan to use these small fry to go up against the White Crow Travel Brigade? Seems like even the Longevity Love-Chasing Old Lady could wipe them out alone."
Black Cocoon sighed silently, "Indeed, Japanese can’t be relied on... Good thing I had foresight and found Dad beforehand."
He initially hoped to see some eye-catching figures within the core bodyguard team.
But seeing this, either the Japanese had something hidden or lacked clear awareness of the White Crow Travel Brigade’s combat strength, in any case, it’s unnecessary to hold expectations for them, self-reliance is key.
"May I ask a question, Mr. Blue Arc," Sakurabu gazed up at Blue Arc, suddenly spoke.
"Of course," Blue Arc replied, "Is there something you need?"
Sakurabu placed her hand on the sword hilt, hesitating for a second.
She clearly was still puzzled about last night’s events, when the mysterious bandaged figure appeared suddenly, saving the hostages, afterward painting a picture of "Swallowing Silver" during a nationwide news broadcast, and casually remarked "Blue Arc and dogs not allowed."
Evidently... This mysterious bandaged person called "Black Cocoon" shares a good relation with Blue Arc and Swallowing Silver.
With this in mind, Sakurabu asked, "May I ask what your relationship with ’Black Cocoon’ is?"
Black Cocoon felt drowsy, but was invigorated hearing his name, he perked up his ears under the restraint sensing.
"Good friends... Good friends... Good friends."
Black Cocoon clenched his fists, enheartened Blue Arc to acknowledge their relationship within his heart.
He sent a text to Blue Arc.
After a moment of silence, Blue Arc’s pocket vibrated suddenly, he took out his phone and glanced.
[Black Cocoon: Good friend, Good friend, 友達.]
Seemingly worried Blue Arc didn’t know how to express "good friend," deliberately marked in three languages: Chinese, Japanese, and English.
Blue Arc scanned the text content, then spoke in a voice chilled to minus thirty degrees, slowly but firmly:
"Not familiar."
He paused, hesitating: "Hmm... This kind of talentless rascal who likes playing tricks can’t even be considered a criminal, more like a stray dog on the roadside, seeing it tempts one to kick."
"Agreed," Su Zimai, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
Upstairs, Black Cocoon found himself lonely, bowing his head, drawing circles on the floor with his fingers.
He seemed to already be planning how to torture this damn sibling pair after returning home.