Sing Sing Wins People Over with Virtue

Sing Sing, carrying Pig Butchering Knife upside down, clattered down the stairs.

Underground casinos are rife with unsavory and chaotic conditions.

The dealer stopped playing cards, and all the gamblers turned their heads.

A dozen or so burly men who were guarding the place stood up.

One of the bald black men reached for a gun. "Fuck! You're here to cause trouble?!"

Sing Sing didn't care about anything else; he simply kicked the trash can in front of him away.

The metal trash can smashed into the bald man's face, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

"Who are you talking to?!"

Sing Sing Chow strode into the crowd, grabbed the card box from the gambling table, and smashed it on the back of a burly man with tattooed arms.

The burly man with tattooed arms rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground.

"Not wearing the uniform during work hours!"

"Bang!"

Another kick sent a skinny guy who was about to pull out a knife flying into the slot machine.

The slot machine spewed out coins like crazy, hitting the skinny guy on the head.

It was a battle on completely different levels.

These gangsters are only good at bullying ordinary people.

Encountering a ruthless person like Sing Sing is like a kindergarten child running into a dump truck.

Less than a minute.

The ground was littered with people lying haphazardly.

They were all groaning and moaning.

Sing Sing stomped on a gang leader's face and asked, "Where is that guy who can teleport?"

The leader clutched his severed arm, snot dripping from his nose from the pain.

"In... in the innermost VIP room..."

Sing Sing moved his foot away and casually wiped the dust off the sole of his shoe on the boss's suit.

"You should have said so earlier. We're all just here to work, why make things so tense?"

He turned and walked towards the room at the far end of the corridor.

"Bang!"

He kicked open the solid wood door. There was only one chair inside.

A thin, bony white youth was strapped to the chair.

His mouth was wrapped in thick gray tape.

Tunsley Tate, The Vanisher.

The Vanisher

He stared in horror as Sing Sing burst through the door.

Old Zhou walked over and ripped the tape off his mouth.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Sing Sing Chow chuckled, took out his briefcase, opened it, and pulled out a job posting.

"I see you have exceptional potential; you're a promising candidate for logistics and transportation. On behalf of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office of China 749 Bureau, I formally extend an invitation to you."

"Come with me. Meals and accommodation included, weekends off, Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds. How about it?"

After Sing Sing finished speaking, he prepared to face the other party's doubts or disdain.

These Mutants have been traumatized by Stryker and his gang; they can't get away with this without some persuasion.

Result.

The Vanisher stared at Sing Sing with immense surprise. "You... you're Stephen Chow?!"

Do you know me?

"It really is you!" The Vanisher jumped up and down with his chair in excitement.

"I've heard of you! Everyone in the underworld is talking about you!"

"They say there's some powerful guy from China who's recruiting Mutants everywhere, paying them a salary and even contributing to their pensions! I heard that Mutants over there can even get housing?!"

"I do! I absolutely do! Untie me! I'll go with you right now! You don't have to pay back that $100,000 loan, right?!"

This time, even Sing Sing is stumped.

This is going way too smoothly!

Something's not right!

Something is definitely not right!

Is this kid trying to hitch a free flight or eyeing the free cafeteria at the station?

But then I thought about it again.

What evil intentions could a hapless guy who owes the mob $100,000 and is about to be dismembered have?

All they wanted was to survive.

Okay, that saves him the trouble of talking.

Sing Sing pulled out Pig Butchering Knife, and the ropes binding the Vanisher and the electric handcuffs on their wrists were severed in two.

The Vanisher rubbed his wrist, almost crying with excitement.

"Boss! From now on, you're like my father! You can point me anywhere and I'll fly there!"

"Stop flattering me." Sing Sing sheathed his knife. "Our department only looks at KPIs, we don't do personality cults."

The two walked out of the VIP room one after the other.

Passing through the casino lobby filled with wailing sounds, I had just reached the door of the billiard room when I saw the Slug hiding behind a trash can.

The Slug poked half its head out, looking at the two people who came out with some surprise. "That's it?!"

They've only been inside for a few minutes!

Sing Sing straightened his suit and tie, looking completely calm.

"What? Is that strange? These little bits of trash aren't even enough for me to warm up."

The Slug said obsequiously, "Master Zhou is mighty! But why didn't this kid resist? You didn't use force, did you?"

"Use force? We're a legitimate organization; we believe in winning people over with virtue!"

"I, Zhou, have a renowned reputation. When I unleash my domineering aura, this kid immediately bows down and begs to take the exam for a position in our bureau."

The Vanisher nodded repeatedly beside him. "Yes, yes! I volunteered! It's the greatest honor of my life to contribute to China's infrastructure!"

The Slug swallowed hard. What the hell kind of bewitching potion did they give it?

Sing Sing glanced at the sky; time was still tight, he still needed to find Geggebu and Storm.

Bringing two people would be too conspicuous, and besides, the Mustang that was stolen... wasn't spacious enough.

"Alright, let's split up."

Sing Sing pointed at the Slug and said to the Vanisher, "You, take this blob of snot and go back to that invisible shuttle in the Western Suburbs and wait for me."

The Vanisher patted his chest confidently. "No problem! Teleporting someone is a piece of cake for me! Where's the plane?"

Sing Sing gave a rough coordinate.

When Slug heard that she was going to separate from Sing Sing, she was so moved that she almost cried.

Finally, I don't have to be with this jinx anymore!

"Don't worry, Master Zhou! I promise to take good care of this new colleague!" Slug said confidently.

Sing Sing sneered.

You'd better not try anything funny.

"If I get back and don't see either of you..."

"I'll beat you until your nose is covered in snot and paste it on the walls of Los Angeles."

The Slug shuddered and shook its head frantically.

The Vanisher grabbed the Slug by the shoulder.

"See you later, boss!"

"Bang!"

A soft popping sound echoed in the air, and the two figures vanished from their spot.

Sing Sing looked at the empty street and pursed his lips.

Spatial Teleportation, that ability is fucking useful.

From now on, I won't have to go to Wang Pangzi's office to steal tea leaves myself.

He turned and opened the door of the red Mustang, getting into the driver's seat.

Next target: chicken farm.

That unlucky fellow, covered in transparent pink paraffin wax, and extremely flammable.

Geggebu!

Los Angeles traffic is as terrible as ever.

Sing Sing drove his Mustang, weaving in and out of traffic.

After running three red lights in a row, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard behind us.

Why are these United States police officers spending all their time watching over vehicles that violate traffic rules instead of cracking down on freebies?

After spending half an hour shaking off the police cars, Sing Sing finally drove into the desolate area of Los Angeles.

Ahead lay a dilapidated tin-roofed factory building.

A rusty sign hangs at the main entrance, on which the words "Southern Brothers Broiler Farm" can be vaguely discerned.

Arrive.

Sing Sing slammed on the brakes and brought the Mustang to a secluded spot by the roadside.

I opened the car door.

Instead of rushing inside, he pulled out a pair of tactical goggles from the Dimension Box sponsored by Da Vinci.

This thing can see through simple thermal imaging.

It's a godsend for finding Mutants like Geggebu, who exude a high-heat paraffin-like aura.

Sing Sing put on his goggles and pressed the switch.

The scene before my eyes turned gray and white.

Most of the chicken farm was cold, but in the innermost row of chicken coops, there was a bright red heat source.

The temperature was like that of a freshly baked oven.

Found it!

Sing Sing took off his goggles and put them back into the Dimension Box.

He casually pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Once we've dealt with this one, only Storm is left."