Da Vinci's Custom-Made Anomalous Containment Restraints

Watching Liu Jianyi leave, Sing Sing took out the Dimensional Briefcase modified by Da Vinci.

He sniffed, grabbed the box, and shook it violently up, down, left, center, and right like a gambler shaking a dice cup in a casino.

"Eight... nine!"

After shaking it one last time, Old Zhou yelled "Open Sesame!" into the keyhole.

Click.

The buckle popped open, and I took out my classic three-piece suit, changed into my new Sing Sing Chow tie, and pulled on the tie—so comfortable!

This is the proper decorum an adult should have!

Two hours later, following the information provided by Liu Jianyi, Sing Sing slipped away to the outside of a secluded kendo dojo.

After confirming the address was correct, Sing Sing pushed open the door and entered.

His gaze swept across the set, and he almost thought he had wandered onto the wrong film set.

The house was so poor it was practically crumbling.

There was no reception desk, no sofa, and not even a greeter.

In the center of the empty wooden floor, there was a tatami mat, and a woman dressed in a black bodysuit sat cross-legged on it.

He was wiping his samurai sword with a coarse cloth.

"Assassination job, starting price five million yen."

The woman's voice was flat, and she didn't even look up. "If the target's identity is special, the price will double. Place the deposit and photo on the table next to you."

Five million?

That's several hundred thousand!

Sing Sing took a deep breath, his eyes glowing eerily green in the dim light, his greed overriding his secret agent skills.

"Wait, girl, is the profit margin in your line of work really that big now?"

"Have you got your business license? Can you issue official invoices? Does it include tax? This one order of yours is worth several years of my salary!"

"Do you take on apprentices? Look at my physique, I'm incredibly resilient, I can handle 996 or 007 work schedules!"

Yukio looked up. "Which mental hospital did this lunatic escape from?"

I generated one myself, and it's better than the one from Wolf 2.

Old Zhou ignored her fierce gaze and took two more steps forward, saying, "To be honest, business aside for now, I'm mainly here to ask you about something."

"If the target is some Lao Wang's lived for hundreds of years and can spew out six steel claws, can we still get a discount?"

Yukio's pupils contracted, and the veins on the back of her hand gripping the knife bulged.

Sing Sing's heart skipped a beat: It seems this woman really does have something going on with Old Goldhead... no, there's some kind of grudge between them.

"To find out information about him?"

Yukio snorted coldly, ripped off the white cloth and threw it on the ground, gripping the hilt of her knife in reverse with her right hand, "Your life isn't even worthy of a deposit!"

Sing Sing was taken aback.

Wait a minute, I just asked about the price, why is this woman acting like a cat whose tail has been stepped on?

Is Old Goldhead's name taboo here?

Before he could even figure it out, a silvery-white blade was already slashing down towards Sing Sing's forehead!

Without even a polite greeting, they immediately demanded slices.

No!

We have no grudge against each other, why would you kill me for asking just one question?

Despite the sudden blow, Sing Sing remained unfazed.

He twisted his waist, and the Blade whistled past the tip of his nose.

"Hey! Back off! Let's talk this out, you crazy woman! Why are you pulling out a knife and attacking people like that!"

While Sing Sing was yelling at the top of his lungs without any regard for his image, his "Lingbo Weibu" (a type of martial arts technique) was surprisingly slippery.

Take half a step forward, three steps back, twist left and right, focusing on stylish and unpredictable movement.

Yukio's blade didn't even graz the hem of his clothes.

"I'm not here to buy his life! I'm a neighborhood committee auntie... ptooey! I'm here to check his household registration!"

Sing Sing's mouth was firing off like a ton of bricks he was about to borrow.

"That old bastard has a bad memory! He was a womanizer when he was young!"

"He asked me to inquire whether anyone in your area was blind back then and accidentally had a child with him!"

Our ancestors valued tracing one's roots and returning to one's ancestral lineage; at the end of the year, we also need to file taxes and add new family members!

The mere mention of having a baby sent Yukio completely into a rage.

Go to hell!

She drew a gleaming short knife with her left hand.

He unleashed his dual-wielding technique at full power and pounced on Sing Sing.

The kendo dojo has been turned into a massive sawdust shredding site.

"Snap! Crack!"

The blades flashed and crisscrossed, and splinters of wood flew everywhere.

In contrast, Sing Sing...

This guy walked through the entire scene with his hands behind his back, seemingly gliding through the swordplay like he had oil on his feet.

The long sword was thrust towards his chest, but he dodged the attack by sticking out his buttocks and twisting his hips.

The back of the knife struck his head, but he ducked and even had the leisure to dust off the sawdust and wrinkles.

"Didn't you eat dinner today? Why are your hands so weak? If you haven't eaten, don't come out to work!"

"Oh dear, you're getting upset over a few words? Why are you so easily angered? Are you constipated? If you are, you need to drink more hot water. Eating raw and cold Japanese food all the time isn't good! This is all wisdom from traditional Chinese medicine!"

"Look at this! You've slashed this floor like this. Is this considered your battle damage or my office expenses? Let's make this clear beforehand, I absolutely refuse to take the blame for this!"

Yukio's eyes were bloodshot; she was furious.

It transformed into a black shadow and attacked again, its short sword blocking the lower body while its long sword slashed straight at the face.

By testing his opponent's moves, Sing Sing had figured out their strengths and weaknesses and decided not to continue playing.

He reached out with his right arm and grabbed Yukio's left wrist, pressing his thumb down on her pulse point.

Yukio felt a tingling numbness in half of her body, her fingers loosened, and the short sword clattered to the floor.

Even though she lost an arm, Yukio's combat instincts, honed from years of walking the line between life and death, remained.

She gritted her teeth, and using the momentum of her body twisting, she swung the long knife in her right hand toward Sing Sing's neck.

Sing Sing Chow grinned and slapped his left hand, palm together, on the back of the long sword.

The long sword flew from his hand.

Unable to find his weapon, Yukio roared and raised her right leg to kick Sing Sing in the lower body.

"Holy crap, you resort to this 'crown-crushing kick' when you can't win? You're so vicious!"

Sing Sing sidestepped, then grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Yukio lost her balance.

She fell forward, and before she could get up, Sing Sing pressed her back down with one knee.

With a flick of his right hand, the Mini Dimensional Box shook nine times.

"Open Sesame!"

Then, Sing Sing pulled a large bundle of nylon rope from the Dimension Box.

A label was attached to the rope: Da Vinci High-Toughness Adaptive Anomalous Creature Containment Restraint

Sing Sing Chow ripped off the tag and skillfully wrapped it around the neck, over the shoulders, around the waist, and tied it behind the back...

The ropes moved quickly around Yukio's body and tightened.

"Click!"

The knot is secure.

Yukio, a fearsome figure in the underground assassin world, was tightly bound like a crab ready to be cooked.

Here's a picture!

His hands and feet were all tied behind his back.

The red nylon rope left striking marks on the black bodysuit.

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

"Shh!"

Sing Sing held up a finger and waved it in front of Yukio.

"Keep your voice down, disturbing the peace will get you fined."

He looked at the angry "crab" on the ground and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Now that everyone's calmed down, can we talk about Old Goldhead's romantic entanglements in a peaceful manner?"