A Hero Saves the Beauty

"London, the largest financial center, the largest banking, insurance, futures and shipping center, the most influential international metropolis, a legendary place, world-renowned."

The reporter's pleasant and elegant London broadcasting voice filled my headphones.

"Seventy percent of the residents have a college degree or above, nearly three trillion US dollars are traded in foreign exchange every day, it has the world's best companies and the best universities, and it is home to the world's largest number of wealthy people—elites, elegance, and aristocratic air. This is the impression outsiders have of this city."

Alina said, "But the beautiful impression is a myth woven by the media. Only people from afar can see the surface. People here know that London produces not only elites who have studied in Europe, but also the working class, legal and illegal foreign immigrants, and—gangsters."

"And that's exactly why I came here."

Following Alina's directions and markings, Kang De arrived in the North London area, Camden-town, an old town with a diverse population, outdated infrastructure, and relatively chaotic security.

Since the Olympics, the notorious slums of East London have been completely redeveloped, and North London is increasingly showing signs of taking over as a new crime hotspot, as evidenced by a continuous increase in violent crimes, and even occasional shocking shootings and armed robberies that scare the entire city.

"Actually, East London hasn't gotten much better," Alina explained, describing the London's security situation. She then complained, "Less than a year after the Olympics, East London has become a hotspot for sex crimes. There are sex offenders who have committed over ten crimes without being caught, and there's even a case of a victim being sexually assaulted three times in one hour by strangers. It's practically become like India."

Kang De surveyed the increasingly dilapidated neighborhood, where buildings were becoming lower and it was rare to see anything more than two stories high, and the number of people of all races was increasing.

He casually remarked, "It seems that after this matter is resolved, I could work as a vigilante in this international metropolis, assisting the London cops in their fight against crime."

The reporter smiled and said, "Then could you reserve an exclusive interview for me?"

Before Kang De could answer, Horus whispered in his ear, "Answer 'It is my pleasure, Louise.'"

This sentence was spoken in English.

Kang De was used to his Iron Son's translation machine—he could manage simple daily conversations with his broken English, but when it came to complex sentences, Horus had to translate them to ensure accuracy and fluency. When he heard his son's prompting, he subconsciously uttered these simple words.

The next moment, he realized what he had said.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the headset, then Alina exclaimed with a complex tone, "... Wow."

--You unfilial son! You schemed against me!

Kang De was inwardly agitated, and then he heard the reporter's somewhat flustered voice. "Should I take this as a mysterious man's Chinese humor, or some kind of ulterior motive test?"

Oh shit.

Kang De's mind raced—although the reporter was very beautiful and he had some acquaintance with Kang De, it was definitely not romantic attraction. After all, Kang De had seen a lot in the world and wouldn't feel any urgent desire because of her appearance. Both were Western women, but Tina was stunningly beautiful and had an unparalleled appearance. Whether it was her figure, looks, or skin, she far surpassed Alina.

He said awkwardly, "This..."

Alina casually changed the subject. "Oh, boy, you're like that clumsy guy who's just entered puberty, overestimating his own masculinity and instinctively infatuated with the opposite sex, trying to take the first step and date a girl... it's so cute."

--Incidentally, Horus translated this passage with great detail, vividness, and malice.

"--Hello!"

The protest elicited a soft chuckle from the reporter, but the matter was quickly dismissed. "Alright, the coordinates show you're very close. You can start searching for your target now."

Kang De composed himself and observed the hurried pedestrians and aimless wanderers.

Previously, when Kang De landed at the London Eye, the surrounding area was the core political district of London. Further out, the area was the heart of commerce, academia, fashion, and entertainment, the central area of Greater London. The buildings were magnificent, the skyscrapers were towering, and the area was developed, prosperous, advanced, and beautiful. It was the city's calling card and looked extremely high-end... But that was only the most beautiful side of London.

This phenomenon exists in major cities all over the world. Every major city has a picturesque and developed side that is almost like science fiction, but behind that, there are also dark areas that are dirty, dilapidated, backward and poor. This is a common phenomenon, stemming from the nature of commerce. The more developed and prosperous a region is, the more extreme the gap between the rich and the poor exists. Wherever there are people, there is a difference between the rich and the poor.

If there are areas in a city where the rich gather in large numbers, then in some dark corner there will inevitably be poor people huddled together, rotting and stinking.

The area that Kang De was referring to was roughly the urban area of London excluding landmarks such as the Palace of Westminster, Hyde Park, the London Eye, and Big Ben.

The buildings are low, pedestrians hurry by, the paving stones on the street are covered with dust, and an unpleasant smell wafts from the trash cans. In one section, the paving stones have even disappeared, but there are no construction teams working there. The black soil is exposed to the elements, and no one cares... It looks very familiar.

In stark contrast to the sunny, bustling, and commercially vibrant central area, this place appears desolate and bleak, clearly making it a breeding ground for crime.

Kang De asked in a low voice, "Tell me specifically, what action do you suggest?"

"If you want to find Albania, you'd better go directly to Albania gangsters."

Alina, being a native London, knew this quite well. "So you need to choose your targets carefully. Albania are Europe, but their appearance is similar to that of Middle East, making them easy to identify."

"And in London, the most numerous and troublesome group is the child gang—notorious white kids aged five to seventeen. They roam the streets, often insulting passersby for no reason or begging for cigarettes. They have a particular fondness for targeting Asians; they are racist little scum..."

"Wow," Kang De said, "That's wonderful, I also quite enjoy insulting these kinds of people."

Alina paused for a moment, then sighed, "Alright, let's not let things get out of hand, okay? Don't forget our primary goal is to rescue your friend... In the United Kingdom, juvenile delinquents are the most troublesome because they're all minors. If they get into a conflict, or even a fight, the adults are always the ones who suffer..."

Kang De nodded and said, "I know what I'm doing."

He looked around, searching for suspects who resembled the "Albania gang," but this was no easy task, since there was no spell as effective as "Detect Evil" in this other world.

On the other hand, if such magic for Detect Evil truly existed, it would probably be of little use on Earth and wouldn't help users find evil criminals more effectively.

Why?

The Dungeons & Dragons rules define evil as black-hearted, selfish, cruel, bloodthirsty, and vicious. So if you use this spell on Earth, you'll be blinded by the profound aura emanating from tycoons, businessmen, entrepreneurs, and politicians before you can even identify the super criminals among the crowd.

"So..." Kang De asked, "Are there any other tips or techniques? Wandering aimlessly like this seems unlikely to help us find what we're looking for."

Alina said with difficulty, "Although the BCC has a lot of intelligence, it's not enough to pinpoint their hideout... After all, we're not military intelligence."

She thought for a moment and said, "How about I come to your place now? It's hard for an Asian man walking around North London to be targeted by Albania who specialize in kidnapping women, but a young, innocent blonde is a different story—I can be the bait."

Kang De refused, saying, "That's too dangerous, and besides, you're still at work."

"A little risk is worth it, and besides, you'll protect me, won't you?" Alina wasn't too bothered by this small adventure; she'd faced even greater dangers before. "Don't move here, I'll..."

"Wait a minute," Kang De said, "I have an idea."

"What?"

"It's a secret... but I do have a way."

In a hidden area beyond the reach of cameras, Kang De retrieved something from the White Mist World.

"Aha."

He held the floating Mist Crystal in his hand. The essence of this power, Extraction from the God of the Star Palace, seemed to be very close to the temperament of London, the foggy city, and it radiated active power fluctuations.

With this thing, Kang De orchestrated the biggest fraud in Earth's history—he obtained, for free, a firepower offensive sufficient to launch a medium-sized war, and... thermonuclear weapons with a total yield of nearly ten million tons from the most powerful hegemonic nation in the history of this world.

This legend level is practically maxed out.

The essence of the power Power of the Fire Thief from the God of the Star Palace descended to the Mortal World crystallized, absorbing almost all the Magic Power reserves of the entire Azure Fleet. Having faced the powerful offensive of a hegemonic nation from another world and been thoroughly tainted by Paradox Element, it has now become extremely eerie. The core of the Mist Crystal seems to have countless illusions flashing by, unpredictable and lifelike.

"It's still controllable, isn't it, Father?"

Horus's voice was somewhat solemn.

Kang De nodded slowly. "Yes, although it has become a bit strange now... but I can assure you that everything is still under control. It has been completely tainted by the Paradox Element, and everything eroded by the Paradox Element is 100% under my manipulation and suppression—I haven't figured out how to deal with it yet."

"At least it still works for now," Horus replied. "Then, begin your performance, Father. It is said that only the dreamlike imagination of a virgin can create a flawless woman."

"Shut up."

"Yes."

Kang De took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The Mist Crystal rose into the air, surging and deforming, extending and expanding, transforming from illusion into reality.

Having enrolled in a sketching course, watched beauty bloggers on Bilibili for a while, and even taught himself craniofacial morphology informatics, a forensic technique, Kang De has become a dominant figure in the gaming world when it comes to character creation. His shared save files and tutorials have received countless sincere blessings from gentlemen.

The pure-hearted boy's boundless imagination and the battle-hardened straight man's aesthetic sense combined to create a beautiful physique that is both pure and alluring—this is the image he dreamed of.

Besides being beautiful, she must have a youthful appearance, a bit of baby fat, a delicate but short nose, a slightly receding chin, and a round face, otherwise she will look too mature. Her hair cannot be pure, long, straight black; it must be slightly curly, thick, and layered. As for her figure, which is responsible for the sensuality aspect, she must have a large bust, a small waist, a perky bottom, long legs, and a small frame, but with a bit of plumpness...

Her exquisite face gradually became more detailed, and her perfect figure, which could only theoretically exist in anime, gradually came into place. Her toes, which had been floating in the air, slowly touched the ground.

Just like in the Sailor Moon transformation anime, a flash of light appeared, and slender, crystal-clear jade feet were encased in pure white stockings, then stepped into white shoes. A white dress covered her alluring body, and the lace at her chest concealed the cleavage that sparked endless imagination. Kang De waved his hand lightly, and the stunningly beautiful girl put on large sunglasses, almost completely obscuring half of her small face.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Horus said, "Father, shall I excuse myself for a moment? Will three minutes be enough?"

Kang De retorted angrily, "Bullshit!"

He glanced at his creation and subconsciously swallowed hard—when playing Skyrim and Illusion games, it wasn't unusual to create a character that would directly trigger your XP, and it wasn't uncommon to take off your pants and have some fun during the game. But games are just games, separated by a screen. Now, however, it was within reach.

But this rebellious son is always watching from the sidelines. If he does anything outrageous, it will become a handle for him to use for endless extortion and coercion.

You ask why Kang De was so skilled?

Since acquiring his first filming equipment, Kang De had repeatedly filmed his Engineer Kang's acts of secretly hiding money and stealing inappropriate video materials. He righteously promised his father that he would never tell his mother, which deeply moved his father, who then gave Kang De an excessive amount of Engineer Kang's money every year—ensuring that Kang De still had money to use after handing over his New Year's money.

Thus, Engineer Kang also obtained evidence that Kang De had secretly hoarded and squandered his New Year's money. The father and son formed a nuclear bond, the deterrence was neutralized, and Kang De had no choice but to look for the next nuclear warhead.

But clearly, Kang De has yet to find any fault with Iron Son.

Hold.

He was furious but helpless, so he waved his hand to signal the start of the plan.

Kang De's figure vanished into nothingness, while the perfectly formed girl, dragging a conjured red suitcase and carrying a mobile phone, walked into the desolate and dilapidated streets of North London with an innocent and beautiful demeanor, like an elf fallen to earth.

This pure and beautiful white seemed to illuminate this lifeless area. Car horns honked, whistles rang out from the roadside, and restless foreign men wanted to come over and chat, but as they got closer, they were stopped in their tracks by a strange feeling, similar to fear, rising in their hearts.

--In order to rule and manage mortals, there are numerous otherworldly mental interference spells, which are said to be strictly controlled, but it is well known that strict control often means abuse in private.

Kang De concealed his form and followed the illusory vision.

The passersby and thugs who approached him along the way were not the people he was looking for.

The elfin-like girl wandered the streets and alleys, deliberately venturing into dilapidated and desolate lanes. This was the most unreasonable form of entrapment, after all, humans are still animals at heart with extremely strong desires. And the outcome was obvious when such an alluring beauty walked in a dark area with chaotic public security, insufficient police force, and frequent serious crimes.

Aside from a few ragged homeless people warning her to stay away from the area, many more men were staring with lustful eyes at her alluring body, which was mostly covered by clothes. There were teenagers, listless drug addicts, burly black men, and even women. The women's eyes were mostly filled with jealousy, hatred, and growing malice.

Human nature is stirring.

"It has appeared."

Finally, a call rang out from behind the elfin-like girl.

A neatly dressed, charming young man waved from behind. He strode forward and said, "Miss, this isn't a place for someone like you. Are you lost? I can..."

"Alright, stop wasting your breath on her, pretty boy. She's come to us herself, we don't need to lie to her." Two figures, one tall and one short, emerged from the alleyway ahead, their faces bearing disgusting smiles, their eyes filled with wicked greed as they stared at the beautiful body. "Today is truly a good day."

"Don't act rashly. We'd better find out who she is—I heard someone got into trouble last night, we can't afford to pick up another hot potato."

The young man loudly stopped his companion, then forced a smile, "Madam, I won't hurt you. Please come to me. Don't worry, I'm different from them..."

"--Enough, stop with your tricks."

The short man revealed an ugly, greedy grin, disgusting drool swirling between his yellow teeth. He practically ran towards the phantom of the girl, stretching out his filthy hands. "Compared to her, the stuff we usually serve is nothing but filthy rotten meat—let me have a taste first!"

Just then, a righteous and furious roar rang out from outside the alley, "STOP!"

The three Albania were startled—damn it, were the cops fishing for them?

The young man instinctively raised his hands and shouted, "Officer, this is a misunderstanding! We are law-abiding citizens; we just saw this young lady was lost, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard his shorter companion shout, "What the hell is that?"

--The pretty boy turned around.

His expression changed from shock to astonishment.

A man stood behind, his figure straight and tall, seemingly embodying boundless will. He wore a suit made of extremely high-quality fabric, with a red tie adorning his white shirt. He exuded wisdom and erudition, giving people a certain feeling upon seeing him.

--He seems to know everything in the world.

The pretty boy gaped open.

"This... this..."

Because he saw the hood of the 58th President of America United States.

Yes, a man in an expensive suit, wearing A Chuan's hood, with such an angry expression and such a flamboyant hairstyle, looked like corn was roaring.

Trump yelled, "You're fired!"

--Neuropathy.

Since it wasn't a sting operation by the cops, the gangsters breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the other party was alone, they brandished their weapons. "Get lost, go fuck yourself!"

"A Chuan" let out a cold laugh.

The three Albania were simultaneously stunned.

It was a cold morning, and in a long, desolate alley, the three of them encountered Trump, who was trying to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.

Faced with their daggers and guns, the other party drew his own weapon from behind his back, like a Jedi Knight brandishing his lightsaber.

Several purple plastic toys, at least a meter long, swayed in the damp, cold winds of North London, their mysterious, vein-like protrusions clearly visible, exuding masculine power.

They stared blankly as the person wearing the A Chuan hood leaped over the right wall, raised his terrifying two-handed weapon high in the air, and let out a deafening roar.

No one understands crime better than me!

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PS1: I don't think I slept well last night, I'm so sleepy today... Goodnight.