Chapter 41 – 035 Secret eting
June 19, night, the Superhero Association branch building.
Qing Ya stepped out of the rest room and boarded the elevator reserved exclusively for Round Table Council mbers. He took an ID card from within his cape, swiped it through the card slot, and at once, the silver-white cabin started moving upward with a low hum.
Shortly after, the elevator stopped at the 99th floor, where the most secretive and secure eting room of the entire Association’s high-rise was arranged.
He exited the elevator and walked for a mont down a corridor that seed endless until a door-shaped gap opened slowly in the tallic wall on his right side, and a cool-toned light brushed over him.
Qing Ya stepped into the eting room and sat down beside the technologically advanced circular table at the front, silently waiting for the arrival of his guests.
According to the ssage, the three giants of the Magic Girl troupe from the Alliance had already reached the 79th floor of the branch and were waiting downstairs for him. However, the Anomaly Control Bureau’s agent had stated a desire for a one-on-one conversation, so here he was, alone in the eting room.
The official status of the Anomaly Control Bureau was slightly above the Superhero Association. Their work differed from the Association’s—the forr was responsible for investigating anomalous phenona, while the latter dealt directly with disasters and superhuman criminal incidents.
But that was only the official story. In actuality, the United Nations had created the “Anomaly Control Bureau” organization with the fundantal aim of thoroughly preventing any possibility of an uprising within the Superhero Association.
Experts within the Anomaly Control Bureau studied the abilities and characteristics of each superhero day and night, devising countless counterasures against them. Should any superhero show signs of losing control, the Managent Bureau would subtly issue a warning. If ineffective, they would then intervene directly.
Most of their ti was occupied dealing with “out-of-control superheroes,” “rule-breaking superheroes.” The number of superheroes who died at their hands or were imprisoned in the Managent Bureau was in the hundreds, if not thousands, although to the outside world, these superheroes were either already dead or had vanished without a trace.
Therefore, they only took action in two scenarios: first, when a significant bizarre event occurred that was difficult to explain, and second, when it was ti to warn or handle a superhero.
Ke Youqing hoped it was the forr.
Because if it were the latter, it ant that the Anomaly Control Bureau’s visit from the “Black Judge” was a clear sign that it wouldn’t be long before they moved against him.
But he was well aware that as “Qing Ya,” he had been ruthlessly attacking criminals for nearly decades, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he caught the attention of the Managent Bureau.
At that mont, a series of footsteps could be heard slowly approaching along the corridor outside the eting room.
With his eyes closed behind his mask, Qing Ya slowly opened them as the wall in front of him opened a door-shaped gap, and a narrow, tall figure slowly walked into the eting room.
The newcor was dressed in an all-black tailcoat and wore a sharply contoured mask. At its center was a prominent blood-red “V,” while the rest was covered in pitch black. That unique and eye-catching V-shaped mask alone was enough for Qing Ya to identify the other’s identity.
“Black Judge,” the monster rookie of the Anomaly Control Bureau.
Within just two years, he had risen from E-class to the highest rank of S-class in the Managent Bureau, becoming a much-discussed figure. He was almost universally known.
Black Judge approached the tallic round table and, without ceremony, pulled a swivel chair and sat down, resting his elbows on the table surface, his fingers interlaced just below his jaw.
His V-shaped mask faced Qing Ya as he said mockingly, “Wow, what an honor to actually et the famous ’Qing Ya.’ I thought the Association’s Chinese branch would send ’Ink Writer,’ ’Tai Chi Custor,’ ’Liquor Sword Feng,’ or so other people of empty fa to et .”
“No, if it weren’t for your specific request to see , I wouldn’t have co here,” Qing Ya said slowly.
In the eting room, both n’s voices, altered by their masks, echoed. Qing Ya’s voice was hoarse and sinister, while Black Judge’s had a tallic magnetism, resembling machinery.
“Yes, but I didn’t expect to et you,” Black Judge chuckled.
“Ti is precious,” Qing Ya glared at him with piercing eyes, “For what urgent matter has an agent of the Managent Bureau taken the trouble to co here?”
“You misunderstand, I’m not here for you,” Black Judge shifted his head, the blood-red V on his mask tilting as he spoke, “Mr. Qing Ya, have you ever heard about ’players’?”
“Players?”
“That’s right,” Black Judge smiled, “Just yesterday at dawn, I was shopping in a supermarket chain in New York when I happened to encounter two ard robbers. I was in a bad mood, so I hacked off their hands and feet, captured, and beat them up. Guess what they confessed?”
Qing Ya remained silent, staring intently at Black Judge’s mask.
Black Judge let out a tallic snicker, raising his voice, “They actually thought this world was a ga and all of us were NPCs, so they could act as they pleased without being bound by the law. So, the first thing they did when they ca here was to try out an ard robbery. Ridiculous, isn’t it?”
“They’re delusional?”
“No, don’t be hasty, you’ll understand,” Black Judge shook his head and continued with a smile, “Initially I treated it as a regular robbery case, as you said, anyone else might consider their confession to be the ravings of a schizophrenic or soone with a persecution complex, but I was intrigued by what they confessed, so I had the Managent Bureau’s people use the latest brain-imaging equipnt to replicate their vision of the world into a series of images.
Guess what I found then?”
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