Chapter 135: Anti-Dog: What, I beat Spider-Man?
The train jolted forward with the rumbling sound of the engine.

Ke Mingye sat in one of the compartments of the sleeper car, on the bottom level, with his head lowered, quietly playing with his spare mobile phone.

He was browsing the relevant information about tonight's hunting target, "Hime Wind Warrior". On the official website of the Japan Super Hero Association, promotional videos of Hime Wind Warrior can be seen almost everywhere.

It is written on the promotional page that the main feature of Jifeng Warrior, which distinguishes it from other superheroes, is that it can manipulate four suspended ghost hands to defeat opponents unexpectedly in battle.

In a series of battle scenes released by the official, the Jifeng Warrior used seven swords to fight against the super criminal.

He held a handful in his mouth, a handful in each of his hands, and a handful in each of the four ghost hands hanging in the air.

He looks majestic and fierce, as if he could chop down even Zeus in a rage. But if you look closely, you will find that every time he strikes out with his sword in his promotional video, the speed of the video is adjusted.

It's very watered down, just like celebrity photo-editing marketing.

Then the official bought some traffic to control the comments and deleted the questioning comments, so no new fans would notice that the video was tampered with. They would just shout: "Mr. Ji Feng is so handsome. He fights with seven swords and swings them so fast!"

To be honest, Ke Mingye was really curious about what the knife in his mouth was for. He would never use it normally, so maybe he was just trying to look cool.

In addition, every time the Hime-style warrior appears, he is basically wearing a light purple kimono and covering his eyes with a black cloth. His appearance is very pretentious, like a hermit who is not popular with the public.

After a battle, he once uttered a popular line to a criminal kneeling on the ground, "The blade is my eyes." Combined with his cold and stern personality, he captured the hearts of countless ignorant girls in just one year.

When the Hime-feng warriors have nothing to do, they will start a live broadcast on the official website of the Japanese branch. They will kneel on a cushion, holding a cup of hot tea, and verbally promote Japan's Bushido culture with a solemn and righteous face.

Thinking this way, perhaps the Japanese authorities will market him as the association's flagship hero, partly for the purpose of cultural output.

Like Moxiejia, he is an example of successful marketing.

However, Mo Xiejia's marketing is marketing, and he is much more talented and practical in various aspects than the Japanese guy. After all, he is the man who can hold his own against Ke Yinzhi after he became a hit.

But it’s hard to say about the Jifeng warriors.

According to the information given by the number one gigolo, Ji Feng Warrior's combat power is at level C+, and he is a typical superhero whose reputation far exceeds his strength.

Ke Mingye actually wanted to say that he had defeated the C+ grade ninja Haldong last time. Why did we need to make such a big fuss over a mere C+ grade superhero?
But after thinking about it carefully, if the other party was not careless, then the five of them combined would not be a match for Haldong.

Although the Jifeng Warrior is notorious, he is nothing compared to Zeus. After all, it was Zeus who massacred everyone in the entire superhuman prison during the Paris riots. The only reason he was not banned by the authorities was thanks to the association's protection.

In comparison, the bad things done by Jifeng Warrior are really not good enough. Of course, this does not affect him becoming the target of players.

After a moment, Ke Mingye turned off his phone and turned to look out the window.

The scenery reflected on the car window flows by like a waterfall.

Sometimes you can see the high towers around Beijing, sometimes you can see the Big Ben in London, and sometimes you can see the Empire State Building in New York. The train seems to be running in a chaotic time and space, making a "clang clang" sound.

Ke Mingye's gaze stayed on the scenery of Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, for a second.

The famous Pearl Building is like a transparent crystal ball, embedded in the central area of ​​Reykjavik. Under the cold sky, it radiates brilliant lights, which is beautiful.

Just as he was lost in thought, he received a message from the anti-dog.

[Anti-Dog: I almost forgot to tell you, you are in trouble. ]

[Failed Man: What's the trouble? You are a cultured person sitting in a nearby cubicle, can't you come over and talk? ]

[Anti-Dog: According to my observations when I was watching the live broadcast the night before yesterday, when you put on the Blue Owl uniform, your information panel will appear in my eyes.]

[Anti-dog: This should be a sleight of hand set up by the system to prevent other players from disrupting your plans, but this also has a risk. It is very likely that other players will mistake you for a superhuman and kill you by mistake.]

【Failed Man: Oh my god, why didn’t you say so earlier? 】

[Failed Man: When I'm not wearing the combat uniform, is there a panel on my head? ]

【Anti-dog: No. 】

[Failed Man: How high is the combat power of the Blue Owl according to the information panel in your eyes? ]

[Anti-dog: D-class superhuman species,]

[Failed Man: Haha, I thought the system would give me a higher score. ]

【Anti-dog: So what are you going to do? 】

[Failed Man: Actually it's okay. My range of activities is only around Beijing, and you are the only players around Beijing. Qingmeng and Piansuan will guess that the dice freak is me sooner or later, after all, they all know that I have a dice skill. Even if they don't know about it, they will not listen to you and will not act on their own.]

[Anti-dog: There may be anti-superhuman organizations targeting you, and secondly, players from other cities may also target you. ]

[Failed Man: Small problem, they can't beat me. In the worst case scenario, I have prepared a fallback. It's better than being disrupted by stupid teammates.]

[Failed Man: By the way, when you watched the live broadcast, did the dice monster have a panel on his head? ]

[Anti-Dog: Yes, the introduction says that he is a small villain with unknown origins, and seems to have supernatural powers triggered by dice. Cai Bing said that she was so amused that she almost laughed. ]

[Failed Man: So it took you two days to tell me such an important thing. ]

As they were chatting about this, the train arrived at the station.

"The train has arrived at the abandoned Tokyo Shiba Park train station in Tokyo, Japan. Passengers are requested to get off as soon as possible." A female voice as distant as disinfectant echoed in the carriage.

Ke Mingye followed the two people off the train and turned around to look around.

It was still the same dark and cramped train station. On the old platform that never sees the sun, there was a sign posted on the pillars and walls that read "Tokyo Shibakoen Station No. 7 Observation Window".

Then, they took the JR train to Kabukicho in Tokyo and entered the Black Tengu Gigolo Club.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

As soon as I entered the door, a handsome young man in a suit came over. He had light eyeshadow on the corners of his eyes, his eyebrows were straight, and his face was lightly made up.

Although he is a man, his temperament is as pure as a delicate calla lily. He stands out among the many "Shamatte" guys in the club and is a refreshing sight.

Qing Meng hugged her shoulders and squinted her eyes as she looked at the cowherd.

Ke Mingye stared at the handsome face, leaned close to Fanquan's ear and said, "No, who is this person?"

"Maybe...orange peel."

Anti-dog's tone was less certain.

Ke Mingye was stunned at first, then his expression changed quickly, tears almost coming out of his eyes: "Lao Ju... I miss you."

He hugged the orange peel tightly and whispered, "In the past half month when you were away, do you know how that strange man irritated my nerves?"

"What did he do?" asked Orange Peel.

Ke Mingye complained: "He is a bloodthirsty, perverted macho man who transformed into a magical girl right in front of us."

"It's hard to say. I feel that Magical Girl Little Red Riding Hood is more impactful." said Fanquan.

"You should be the person with the least qualification to say this..." Qing Meng also complained to Ke Mingye.

Ke Mingye suddenly had an idea, so he asked Fanquan: "Can you transfer Piansuan to be a cowherd, sir? I apply to transfer Laoju to Huanjing!"

Anti-dog asked: "Do you want him to suddenly lick a knife and turn into a magical girl in the middle of chatting with a rich woman?"

"Maybe someone would like this?"

"Wait, let me go first. We are still open for business and there are female customers watching us." Orange Peel said in a low voice, sweating profusely.

Ke Mingye then remembered that he was in a public place, so he let go of the orange peel.

Click, click! Some female guests immediately raised their phones to take photos of the scene. They shouted “キスして (give me a kiss)” in Japanese. One of the older women covered her mouth and laughed awkwardly, saying that our “Orange” is popular with both men and women. Some people also said that it was normal for men to cling to our cute little orange.
Qing Meng held the leather bag in one hand and held her stomach with the other hand while laughing. Then, when she had no more strength to laugh, she hunched over, raised her hand and patted Ju Zipi's shoulder.

She said: "Oh my god, he's really talented, and he became the top girl in a gigolo parlor in just half a month?"

"Good luck, good luck." Orange Peel laughed dryly.

Ke Mingye looked up and saw that the cover of the No.1 gigolo in the Black Tengu Gigolo Club was occupied by Orange Peel's delicate and youthful face.

His code name is "RottenOrange";
However, the guests all call him "Orange Sauce" (little orange);

His colleagues call him "Mr. Orange".

Not only that, the big screen embedded in the club was playing several photos of Orange Peel in a loop - the picture of him wiping his lips with his hand, the picture of him drawing his sword, the picture of him closing his eyes and smelling the rose.

Perhaps, Japan's wealthy women feel aesthetic fatigue surrounded by a group of voluptuous sluts, and suddenly when they see such a young boy as green as a high school boy, it is hard not to have a good impression of him.

For example, it is easy for a man to feel pity for a pure-looking hostess, and speculate why she has fallen into such a situation, and imagine many things in his mind, such as "both parents died, leaving a huge debt, and a younger brother who just started elementary school";

The same is true for women. When they see such a pure and beautiful boy reduced to the situation of being a gigolo, they will naturally feel pity for him.

"Hey, you guys are here?"

A blond man wearing sunglasses walked over, his left hand in the pocket of his bartender's uniform and a cigarette in his right hand.

The player with the ID "No.1 Cowherd" put his arm around Orange Peel's shoulder and walked out.

At this time, a female customer walked over angrily, hugged her shoulders and said, "I made an appointment with Orange Peel a week in advance. Could he not be here tonight?"
The number one gigolo turned his head, sighed and said, "Madam, we are just going to have a meal and will be back in the evening. Don't worry, our gigolo club never disappoints our guests."

Ke Mingye didn't understand what bird language they were speaking, but he could feel how hard Orange Peel was working here, so he patted his shoulder and sighed.

Soon, the number one gigolo brought the four men to a nearby cafe and sat at a table.

Sitting across the table was a girl wearing a blue JK skirt and long straight black hair. Her complexion was sickly pale. There was a Band-Aid at the corner of her eye, and half of her hair was tied up with a headband.

The top gigolo introduced in Japanese: "This player's ID is 'Azhe', you two can get to know each other, she can speak Chinese."

Fanquan repeated his words in Chinese, then handed a blue and white chest badge to the top cowherd and said, "Then you can use this thing to speak."

"What is this?" asked the number one gigolo, cigarette in his mouth.

Anti-Dog explained: "This is a small toy I bought from the system mall. It can help you understand other languages ​​without any obstacles and use this language proficiently."

He paused and said, "You are the only one here who doesn't speak Chinese, so it's just right for you to use it."

The number one gigolo sighed upon hearing this and pinned the badge on his chest.

Ke Mingye nodded and looked at the JK girl: "Hello."

"You, hello."

Azhe spoke softly and hesitantly, with his eyes lowered, as if he was not used to speaking in front of so many people.

The anti-dog asked the top cowherd: "Didn't you say that there were two local players in Tokyo besides you? How come there is only one?"

The top gigolo explained: "The ID of the other player is 'Ye Su'. He was born as a novelist and his parents are his agents. He happened to have a signing event today and was watched by the editor and couldn't get away, so he couldn't come."

Ke Mingye was startled, and his reaction was as if he heard a primitive man speaking.

He asked: "No, how come he can speak Chinese suddenly?"

"It's because of the badge." Fanquan adjusted his glasses, "I spent a thousand mall coins to buy it."

Qing Meng raised an eyebrow: "It sounds very useful. I'll see if I can get one in my store. It will be easier to cooperate with foreign players in the future."

Ke Mingye asked, "So what dungeon should the six of us play?"

The top gigolo replied: "Tokyo Port, Tokyo Bay Rainbow Bridge dungeon. The dungeon is called 'Rainbow Bridge Battle', suitable for players above level 10, and requires six people to start the dungeon, which is just right for us."

"A six-player dungeon?" Ke Mingye tilted his head. "Why does it sound so exaggerated? This is the first time I've encountered a dungeon that has a certain number of players required."

"There's no need to scare yourself. Just go over there and take a look. If you fail the challenge, you can try again next time."

Fanquan said as he got up from the coffee shop.

Later, the six took the tram to Minato Ward, Tokyo, passed the famous Tokyo Tower and Shiba Park, and came to the Rainbow Bridge built over Tokyo Bay.

If six people had blatantly stepped onto the pedestrian walkway of the bridge and then disappeared in the middle of the walkway, it would have been too outrageous and difficult to explain if it was captured by the surveillance camera.

So the number one gigolo took out a quasi-B-grade prop called "Invisibility Spray" and sprayed each person with it, making their figures invisible to outsiders for three minutes.

Taking advantage of these three minutes, the six people climbed onto the pedestrian walkway on the south side of the Rainbow Bridge, from where they could overlook the sea view of Tokyo Bay.

In the afterglow of dusk, the sea surface shimmers like a piece of flowing gold. Looking further away, you can see the hazy outline of Mount Fuji, with its snow-white peak connecting with the blue sky.

"Mount Fuji, this is my first time seeing it."

Qing Meng muttered to himself as he raised his phone, adjusted the angle and took a picture.

Ke Mingye watched this scene nonchalantly, then turned to ask the two Japanese players beside him, "I heard that there are countless bodies sunk in Tokyo Bay. Is that true?"

Ah Zhe scratched the back of his hand, his posture was uneasy, and he stammered, "Well, it's possible."

"It's usually the gangs that dump bodies into Tokyo Bay," the top gigolo replied, "We've dumped one or two bodies, too."

"oh oh."

At dusk, the flow of people is the heaviest. Office workers and students are crowded together, and the traffic and noisy horns are constantly coming and going.

The six figures shuttled behind the traffic, with Mount Fuji covered in snow in the background. Seagulls spread their wings dimly in the twilight and flew over their heads.

Amid the crisp chirping, they walked on the pedestrian walkway of the Rainbow Bridge for a while, and saw a huge copy panel in the middle part of the bridge.

[Congratulations, you have found the "Copy No. 12" in "Tokyo City", Japan. The copy has been recorded in your copy atlas. You can open the atlas at any time to view it. ]

[Instance Name: Rainbow Bridge Battle]

[Instance location: Tokyo, above Tokyo Bay, Rainbow Bridge]

[Dungeon Difficulty: E-level (it is recommended that players above level 10 form a team to perform the dungeon)]

[Dungeon requirements: minimum of six people. ]

The six people pressed their hands on the panel, and soon the brightness of the copy panel changed from dark to bright.

When I came to my senses, the space above the Rainbow Bridge was empty. Looking further away, the entire city was deserted, but a dark blue data wall blocked both ends of the Rainbow Bridge.

[This instance is a player civil war mode. The first round of civil war is 1V1 mode. The system will randomly select three groups of players to fight. The winning party can get 1 point. ]

[Note: The higher the score at the end of the instance, the higher the instance reward you will receive.]

[First round: Player "Anti-Dog" Vs. Player "Failed Man". ]

As the system finished speaking, Anti-Dog and Failed Man appeared in the middle of the Rainbow Bridge, facing each other, less than twenty meters apart.

Fanquan was stunned for two seconds, gradually realizing the seriousness of the situation. He adjusted his glasses with a serious expression: "What... I beat Spider-Man?"

"I beat up intellectuals?" Ke Mingye was stunned for two seconds before he reacted and instantly became excited, "Great, it's finally time to beat up teammates?!"

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