My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 122 - 103 Gu Wenyu: Brother, my sister says she’s an

Morning of July 17, Roppongi Grand Hotel.

After inquiring about the "Mirror World" from Blue Arc, Black Cocoon seamlessly slipped back into his hotel room. He took off all his restraint belts, closed his eyes and lay on the bed for a while.

Before long, there was a knock at the hotel door, followed by the hoarse voice of Gu Zhuo Case:

"Wenyu, do you know where Qiye went?"

Ji Minghuan turned over, lying face down on the pillow, yawned, smacked his lips, and pretended to be half-asleep as he said, "Big brother? He should have gone for a morning run; he usually has the habit of jogging in the morning."

Yeah, yeah, morning jog, the kind that sparkles with lightning, scared the hell out of .

He added in his mind.

Gu Zhuo Case was silent for a while: "I see." He paused, "When Qiye cos back, tell him I have sothing to say to him, let him wait for at the hotel."

"Oh, oh..."

Saying this, Ji Minghuan thought to himself: "Dad, you don’t plan to reveal your identity to big brother, do you? Don’t affect morale now. If big brother knows you are Ghost Bell, how can he focus on preparing for the auction a few days later?" As he thought this, new footsteps echoed down the corridor.

"Big brother?" Relying on the restraint sensing, Ji Minghuan quickly identified the owner of the footsteps.

In the corridor, Gu Qiye looked up from his phone screen, seeing Gu Zhuo Case standing at the door of the room.

Gu Zhuo Case blinked in surprise, turned his head to look at Gu Qiye, a glimr in his eyes.

After a mont of silence, he slowly said, "Qiye, do you have ti? I want to... talk to you."

Gu Qiye gazed silently into his eyes, then looked away, and spoke.

"I don’t have ti, I’m eting a friend, we’ll talk when we return to China."

He paused, then sarcastically added, "Provided you haven’t gone missing by then."

Gu Zhuo Case opened his mouth but couldn’t think of a response. He put one hand on his hip, looking down, a hoarse voice coming from his throat:

"Alright, then we’ll talk after we return."

But just then, with a "click," soone popped out from inside the room, jumping between the two.

"Dad, big brother, want to go eat sushi?" Ji Minghuan held up his phone, showing the two a sushi place on the little red book app.

"I..."

Gu Qiye was taken aback; he had just lied to Dad, saying he had plans with a friend, but he didn’t want to refuse his brother.

"What do you an ’you’?" Ji Minghuan said languidly, "You’ve been gone all day, ca all the way to Japan, and only had one al with . I was counting on you treating to a few more als."

"Alright."

Seeing his brother’s mischievous expression, Gu Qiye couldn’t help but laugh.

"Okay... then let’s go have sushi, Dad’s treating."

Gu Zhuo Case said, forcing a smile onto his face, and gently touched Gu Wenyu’s hair.

"Uncle Ghost Bell, can you stop touching my head? The other night’s incident has left with trauma, I’m really afraid you’ll smash my head against the wall in the next mont."

Ji Minghuan clicked his tongue, silently muttering to himself.

His feeling was akin to: the Tathagata Buddha’s huge hand rubbing Sun Wukong’s head, fearing that the monkey’s hair would be plucked off, and being trapped under the Five Elents Mountain for a goddamn few hundred years.

"Xiaoyu, where is that shop?" Gu Qiye asked.

Ji Minghuan put his phone into his pants pocket, answering, "It’s nearby, just a few steps away. I’ve been there with my friends before, know the way, no need for map navigation."

"Friends?" Gu Qiye asked curiously.

"The young lady you guys saw on the street before, rember?"

"Oh, that girl..." As he spoke, Gu Qiye suddenly halted, montarily stunned.

He sharply recalled glancing from a distance at Wenyu’s so-called friend one night when he first arrived in Tokyo. He had only given the other person a cursory look, barely rembering their outfit but not their face.

But recalling now, that friend’s outfit, trench coat, beret, was clearly...

Ke... Qirui?

That na slowly erged in Gu Qiye’s mind.

He slightly widened his eyes, thoughts racing.

Is Ke Qirui Wenyu’s friend?

Why... would my brother know her?

For soone maintaining a double life for so many years, this feeling was like two worlds that should never intersect suddenly colliding, so kind of order was collapsing, like two parallel trains about to crash into each other...

The whole world seed drowned in the sound of the train’s whistle.

Gu Qiye, feeling greatly astounded, looked up towards Ji Minghuan, who had already reached the elevator.

"Big brother, what are you daydreaming about?" Ji Minghuan waved at him, not too kindly, "Dad’s treating, aren’t you going? When will you get another chance?"

Gu Qiye hesitated for a while, managing to force a sowhat unnatural smile:

"Coming."

The three of them took the elevator downstairs, left Roppongi Grand Hotel, and after about a ten-minute walk, arrived at the sushi place.

This sushi joint was nestled among the gray-tone buildings behind Roppongi Hills, a 30-centiter-wide hinoki wood plaque hung above the stone steps, with the ink-black lacquer characters "すきやばし次郎" inscribed on it.

With a "clatter," they pulled the cypress sliding door, sliding it half a ter to the right, the three entered the shop.

Ji Minghuan led the father and son to sit at the hinoki wood bar counter seating ten people, then took the nu, skillfully checking off items with a pencil, and soon finished ordering.

He knew in his heart that Ghost Bell and Blue Arc were very wealthy, one a super villain, the other a popular idol, and their assets were estimated to be able to buy ten of such sushi restaurants.

So when ordering, he was not at all frugal, as if the words "stingy savings" didn’t exist in the dictionary.

He lifted his head, originally intending to pass the nu to Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo Case, but seeing their preoccupied expressions, he rolled his eyes, bypassed these two somber folks, and extended his arm to hand the nu to the waiter.

The waiter took the nu, flashed him a sweet smile, and said:

"Sir, the two young ladies who accompanied you last ti didn’t co this ti, huh."

To fit the persona of this body, Ji Minghuan replied in clumsy Japanese he’d learned from TV dramas:

"Uh... Yoshi, those two... two flowers, those flower girls, are busy romancing, doing quite well!"

The waiter couldn’t understand what he was saying, rely chuckled, and then turned away.

Ji Minghuan admired his social skills, took a sip of hot tea, glanced at the gloomy fellow sitting on the left, then at the one on the right.

The father and son’s expressions were very similar.

At this mont, Gu Zhuo Case was contemplating how to bring up the matter of "Blue Arc" to Gu Qiye.

There was no way he could bluntly say: "Qiye, you’re Blue Arc, right?"

Years without communication with his kids left him unable to find an entry point for the conversation.

anwhile, Gu Qiye was wondering why Ke Qirui would know his brother; it was really strange. Could it just be a coincidence... In fact, Wenyu and the Exorcist world aren’t related, but this coincidence seems too far-fetched.

Seeing the two of them not speaking, Ji Minghuan generously stirred up so explosive topics to liven up the family atmosphere.

He said: "By the way, I need to tell you, my little sister was acting up again a few days ago."

"Xiaomai?" Gu Zhuo Case glanced at him.

"What’s happened to her?" Gu Qiye asked curiously.

Ji Minghuan sighed, raised his hand to support his cheek, and said nonchalantly:

"She suddenly sent a voice ssage, telling ’Brother, actually, I am an Exorcist,’ in a very serious tone. I suspect she’s gone silly playing gas."

He paused for a mont, turned to look at Gu Zhuo Case: "Dad, do you think we should take Su Zimai to so internet addiction treatnt center after returning to China, to cure her internet addiction?"

However, the response was a silence, a deadly silence; neither Gu Zhuo Case nor Gu Qiye spoke, their facial outlines were taut, expressions as stiff as iron.

Like two human statues flanking his sides.

Even Xia Pingzhou’s Queen’s Statue might not be as lifelike as the father and son—if there were a statue imitation contest, they would surely win first place.

A second later, the father and son snapped back to reality, their pupils revealing a flicker of astonishnt.

As if electrified, an unhideable surprise and shock simultaneously surfaced in their expressions—this was the first ti Ji Minghuan noticed a resemblance between Ghost Bell and Blue Arc.

"Pfft..." Ji Minghuan slightly puffed his cheeks, took a quick sip of tea, stifling his laughter.

"Exorcist?" "She said... Exorcist?"

After a mont of dead silence, the two broke the silence in unison.

Ji Minghuan was taken aback: "Co on, why are your eyes looking like you want to eat soone?"

He nodded, with a strange expression, and said: "Yeah, yeah... that’s what my little sister said, ’Exorcist.’ Seeing your reaction so weird, this isn’t sothing like a cult, is it?"

Gu Zhuo Case froze in place, his pupils shrunk to the size of needle points, then slowly bowed his head, raised his hand to hold his forehead.

His face was shrouded in shadow, thinking: "How could it be, how could it be... Exorcist? Why would Xiaomai know about Exorcists?"

On the other side, Gu Qiye was resting a hand against his mouth, lowering his face, eyes dazing as he focused on the bar counter’s surface.

He thought fearfully: "Ke Qirui and Wenyu are friends, and... Wenyu also said Xiaomai suddenly approached him saying she was an Exorcist? No, at this point, it can’t possibly be a coincidence."

Thinking this, Gu Qiye suddenly froze, his mind struck as if by lightning.

He rummaged through his pocket for his phone, opened the ssages, and looked at the chat record with Black Cocoon, finding a particular record.

[Blue Arc: Let ask you a question, what’s the story with that girl nad Ke Zinan, I find her weird.]

[Black Cocoon: Digging into a woman’s privacy isn’t a hero’s duty, you’ll find out sooner or later.]

His eyes moved up and down, repeatedly scrutinizing Black Cocoon’s line of text, as if the text reflected in his pupils was about to collapse.

At this mont, Gu Qiye’s mind flashed with the strange sensation he’d felt from seeing "Ke Zinan"...

Cold sweat trickled slowly down his forehead, he murmured: "Could it be... that girl is..."

At this mont, Ji Minghuan raised his eyes from the teacup, quietly observing Gu Qiye’s changing face.

He thought: "Now that’s better... using Black Cocoon’s identity to reveal my sister’s identity would seem like betraying a collaborator, but if I use Gu Wenyu’s identity, there’s no problem."

"Besides, if my sister didn’t act foolish and tell she’s an Exorcist, how could I, an ’ordinary person,’ possibly know about this matter?"

"My sister can’t bla ; after all, I don’t know what ’Exorcist’ even ans, casually ntioning it in front of my brother and dad isn’t a big deal, it’s not sothing important anyway."

Thinking this, Ji Minghuan held the edge of the tea cup in his mouth, happily looking around.

It was like entering a "victory settlent screen" in a ga, after checking Gu Qiye’s expression, he turned his head to appreciate Gu Zhuo Case’s expression.

At this mont, Ji Minghuan suddenly froze.

He saw Gu Zhuo Case holding his forehead with his hand, the elbow resting on the bar trembling slightly. His face was full of dark lines, the pupils within the shadow of his face glowing faintly red.

"It’s over, Dad’s not about to enter the second phase, is he?"

His heart shuddered.