Ayase Origami was stunned.
At that mont, Xia Pingzhou slowly closed his heavy eyelids, and his body gradually tilted forward.
In the empty yet magnificent pupils of the kimono girl, a long wound stretching across more than half of his body reflected, with a clear blood trail scattering through the air, staining a corner of her pale cheek red.
She stayed still for a mont before reacting.
At this mont, only Ji Minghuan knew that the wound on Xia Pingzhou’s back didn’t co from the attack of the Ghost Train Corps or the Salvation Squad...
Instead, just before the second unit left the ga world, Ji Minghuan ordered the Queen’s Statue to carve it into his back with a dagger.
Perhaps only in this way could make the mbers of the White Crow Travel Brigade slightly believe that he was dragged into this battle.
After this, it would rely on the hacker’s testimony. From the hacker’s viewpoint, it would appear as if he guided Xia Pingzhou into this underground bar, thus causing him to be involved in a series of events.
Jack the Ripper sheathed the small knife in his left hand inside his clothing, then passed by the dazed kimono girl and lifted Xia Pingzhou from the ground.
She slowly said, "I know an underground private hospital nearby; they can help take care of him. Good thing we’re in London."
"Hurry up."
"You don’t have to tell , I already know." Jack the Ripper shrugged, "I can’t let him die, I still have to get so answers from him."
Snow-white pages fluttered from the cuff, becoming soft and enveloping the wound on Xia Pingzhou’s back, preventing any further blood from gushing out.
The school uniform girl led the way out of the underground bar, carrying Xia Pingzhou to the nearby private hospital.
Watching the two from the brigade leave the underground bar, Black Cocoon quietly hung upside down under the ceiling for a while, until London police arrived at the scene. Only then did he start to act, blending his presence into the crowd and slipping away amidst the chaos.
He concealed his aura, maintaining a transparent form, and soon drifted to a corner of London, stopping above an empty railway platform.
This was the train station from yesterday’s arrival.
Black Cocoon hung upside down under the eaves, peeling off the restraint belt on his right hand, glancing at the phone wrapped inside.
[Gu Qiye: Where have you been? How co you’re nowhere to be seen this morning and afternoon, and not replying to ssages.]
[Gu Qiye: Rember to reply when you see this, I’ll be cooking dinner at ho tonight.]
Black Cocoon rubbed his forehead in frustration.
It was 7 a.m. on July 26th, London ti, while in Li Jing’s zone, it was almost 2 p.m., aning in Gu Qiye’s eyes, his brother had already disappeared for a morning.
"After I get back, I’ll think about how to brush off my brother."
Black Cocoon shrugged, ignoring Gu Qiye’s ssages, and returned the phone to the restraint belt, maintaining in the form of a huge cocoon, quietly waiting for the Ghost Train Corps to arrive.
At this mont, the red traffic light was still in Ke Qirui’s hands.
And next... as long as Black Cocoon could successfully reach the red traffic light, it would an Ji Minghuan’s first substantial approach to the truth of the Salvation Society. Regardless of how much or how little intelligence received, whether important or not, it was undoubtedly a groundbreaking accomplishnt.
....
....
anwhile, in another part of London, inside a cargo ship on the Thas River.
In the pitch-dark cabin, Sun Changkong sat on the Sorsault Cloud, awkwardly floating in mid-air like a statue. Her fiery red eyebrows raised, her right hand still stretched forward, with her mouth agape.
A mont later, the girl’s expression slowly changed from panic to dazedness, and her small tiger teeth stopped trembling.
Until Mario opened the window, allowing the morning sunlight to drive out the grass-like darkness in the cabin, Sun Changkong finally fully reacted.
Her cheeks were bathed in the halo, she tilted her head, blankly surveying her surroundings:
"What’s going on?"
At this mont, inside the cabin was soone even more dazed than her.
A white-haired girl spread her arms wide, staring with red eyes, protecting Ji Minghuan like a penguin. She didn’t even know who her enemy was, just maintaining a vigilant state always.
Filio’s beast-like eyes glowed brightly in the darkness. Holding his head, curled up in a corner, it took him a long ti to calm down and for the changes in his body to stop.
Finally, Mario spoke up to break the silence of the cabin.
He said faintly, "Calm down, we’ve been brought back by the ntor’s people."
Ji Minghuan sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, staring dazedly at Kong Youling’s back, then slowly lowered his head, gazing at the rhombus pattern heating up on his wrist.
He took a deep breath, the back of the patient’s gown already soaked with cold sweat.
"Finally back..." he thought, "The dogs of the Salvation Society, their hearts are truly big to dare to go this far to test my abilities... well, this ti I’ll just take it as an early confrontation with the final boss of the Salvation Society. My sister and her female co-leader should have also gained so insight."
Ji Minghuan hunched his back, closed his eyes, his mind filled with the earth-shattering scene when Sun Changkong unleashed her power in the ga world.
He couldn’t help but gasp.
Honestly, Ji Minghuan couldn’t imagine if Sun Changkong stood on the side of the Salvation Society in the future, just who would he have to bring to challenge such a monster?
Lake Hunting? Or Rainbow Wings? But how could he enlist these top organizations to work for him?
With his own power alone, due to the effect of the Superpower Inhibitor, at the current growth rate, within a month he could have at most four Catastrophe Level units simultaneously.
Although his Catastrophe Level units were completely different from ordinary ones. Because of the Skill Tree’s existence, the chanism is absolutely overwhelming at the sa level, but even so, it is not enough.
By himself alone, he certainly can’t break through the Salvation Society’s defenses.
However... if it goes on any later, the Salvation Society might probably find ans against him, and by then, the difficulty would visibly rise.
As he lowered his head in thought, suddenly a clear voice interrupted their attention:
"Your task is completed."
Ji Minghuan was stunned for a mont, then looked up and was greeted with the sight of a man wearing a light gray kimono.
At first, he thought he was mistaken, thinking he saw the leader of the White Crow Travel Brigade—"Urushibara Osamu", but the man before him, while only extrely similar in appearance to Urushibara Osamu, had a completely different temperant.
Urushibara Osamu’s temperant was calm and deep, his eyes mostly vacant, making it hard for people to fathom what he was thinking;
While the man in front sat cross-legged, a smile on his lips, with the kimono’s collar open, revealing muscles. On his thigh lay a Tachi, his brows and eyes as sharp as the blade, drawing attention.
His temperant was bold and flippant, despite looking similar, giving a feeling distinctly different from Urushibara Osamu.
Ji Minghuan raised his eyes, silently observing him, secretly thinking:
"If I’m not mistaken, this should be the Catastrophe Level superpower user from Rainbow Wings—’Urushibara Ryuri’... how interesting, is this the first mber of Rainbow Wings I’ve t?"
Under everyone’s gaze, the man in the kimono smiled slightly and slowly spoke:
"Nice to et you for the first ti, kids, my na... is ’Urushibara Ryuri’."
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