Act.7 Cat People · Leopard-Print Hottie

[Part 1: Let's Dance]

There was one more guest at the abandoned distillery.

Lan Yinglong and Shi Cun Tuozhen sat on the soft cotton chairs, their hands tied together, just like Xue Ming and Xiao Qi's original sitting posture.

The father and son looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Gunshots rang out from outside, and looking around, two dark figures could be seen cleaning up the battlefield.

Mr. Ishimura recognized the outfit; it was the Nameless Flash Butterfly Armor. In the eyes of the Madness Butterfly Sect, the golden-blue refracted light emanating from that outfit was a sign of their natural enemy. If it appeared near Zero Platform, it would undoubtedly cause trouble for the local cult and war gangs.

Ming De's indiscriminate spiritual pressure attack drove all living beings within a one-kilometer radius out of the area. The terrifying pheromones emitted by the tiger terrified the elite soldiers of the Mercy of Eros.

Lan Yinglong's situation was similar to that of his brothers outside the door. He had vomited up all the food in his stomach, his eyes rolled back and he fainted, his body convulsing and his nerves were on edge. The Blessed Holy Blood in his abdomen was also starting to take effect, and his face and body were covered with red sores.

The good cat sits on the Cat Tree Lady.

--It held Shi Cun Tuozhen's sword, slowly drawing it from its sheath, its golden eyes scrutinizing the sharp blade.

"Quite tasteful. The forging process of this iron bar is excellent. It's comparable to my earlier works."

Shi Cun Tuozhen dared not speak. He never expected that Ming De would actually come to Eureka Volcano City in person.

The BOSS then handed the knife to the Hunter King, his expression turning cold and indifferent.

"Smash it! What kind of brand is this? It's the same as what my passengers use."

The Cat Tree Lady took Mr. Ishimura's knife, removed her gloves, revealing her Chang Ghost- like ten fingers, and pinched the blade and hilt. Just like that, in front of Ishimura, she broke his family heirloom sword in two.

A crisp "ding" sounded.

Mr. Ishimura's heart broke as well. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid of angering the final boss of the underworld. He just wanted to live a life of ignominy, but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

As the Hunter King was breaking the knife, he borrowed a bit of the BOSS's divine power. The moment his arms tensed, the spiritual pressure became even more terrifying. Lan Yinglong seemed to be awakened from a deep sleep. The skin on his neck twitched and trembled, and he broke out in a cold sweat. The sores on his face burst open, and foul-smelling, thick tissue fluid sprayed out.

These weak blood-granting units are like fungi and insects exposed to the sun in front of the BOSS; even a slightly strong ray of sunlight can kill them.

Shi Cun Tuozhen suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, as if an invisible hand had gripped his neck. His trachea was being squeezed by the suddenly expanding blood vessels, and his face turned ashen. He began to struggle as the spiritual pressure surged, and he could barely breathe.

The BOSS waved its little paws--

--A violent vomiting sound came from outside the door.

Xiao Qi removed her mask and immediately vomited.

She couldn't withstand the spiritual pressure of a boss of that level either. Even though her lover was right beside her, and she could get some protection from the other side of her Steel Heart, the way the knife was broken just now really caught her off guard.

She was bent over, holding her gun, and had just dragged the bodies of two enemies outside the door to count them when she felt as if she had been punched in the stomach.

"Vomit--------"

She vomited up both her lunch and dinner completely, and only when she felt a strong burning sensation of stomach acid in her throat and esophagus, and her face was covered in tears, did she have a chance to say a few words.

Please.

The boss looked completely innocent. "Are you sure you're not pregnant?"

Xiao Qi took out a pregnancy test from her bag and shook her head vigorously.

The boss and the gunsmith asked each other...

"--Are you done cleaning up?"

After counting the number of corpses and confirming that they matched the number of vehicles in the factory area, Xue Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief and helped her lover back to the abandoned house.

"It's all here."

The BOSS saw that the pile of corpses outside the door looked like a tower. If it weren't for the couple's love of headshots, even just over 150 heads could have formed a mound of corpses.

"Let's clean up the smell," the BOSS said to the cat tree.

Having said that, the Hunter King took out a small bottle from his backpack, put the breathing valve over his mouth and nose, and exhaled a deep breath of black, stale air.

The BOSS's Red Mountain Stone detached from the Hunter King's body, and the cat ears, cat tail, and golden linear pupils also disappeared from the Hunter King's body.

The surrounding spiritual pressure fluctuations gradually returned to normal, and Mr. Ishimura finally had a chance to catch his breath. He was about to say something when he was immediately interrupted by a slap from the BOSS.

"Shut up. You weren't asked to speak, so be quiet for a bit."

The Little Kitty jumped off the Hunter King's lap, still walking on two legs. Its gait was arrogant. With a casual wave of its hand, it grabbed a dark cloud of air, which transformed into sunglasses. It swaggered out of the abandoned house. It opened its arms to the gunsmith and Xiao Qi as if welcoming its capable assistants.

"Shi Cun Tuozhen, you're an executive of Kang Que. I've investigated you."

The BOSS jumped onto the gunsmith's lap, followed the rifling of the Flash Butterfly Armor Suit, and sat on the gunsmith's shoulder. It crossed its legs and pressed the remote control switch on the gunsmith's mask, which was the multimedia center of the Flash Butterfly Armor Suit.

A sharp, piercing noise emanated from the workers' broadcasting room of the old distillery.

--Then the record player, which had been set up in advance, started working.

"I came here myself because this godforsaken place has never been accessible by road."

BOSS's voice is deep and powerful; it's its signature trick. It can imitate the voices of anyone, regardless of age or gender, as long as it wants.

"The railway can't be laid here. The more than 700 kilometers from Twilight Pass to Eureka are all flat and straight roads. But in the past twenty years, the governors of Eureka have changed one after another, and they have all been able to find various excuses and reasons to avoid cooperating with the Transport Department's work."

The Little Kitty patted Xue Ming's arm, and Xue Ming immediately understood.

--He reached out his hand, and the BOSS climbed up his arm to stand in front of Shi Cun Tuozhen.

"I know you are very rich, rolling in money, because the entrance to Shambhala is here, and the transport capacity of ships far exceeds that of trains. As long as there is no railway, this city is like a country independent of the railway system."

The boss took off his sunglasses and stared into Shi Cun Tuozhen's eyes.

"It's Monaco, it's Andorra, it's Saudi Arabia, it's a tax haven, it's the Gold Coast, it's Tender Paradise."

It stretched out its paw, clapped its hands gently, and revealed a bright smile.

"Such a prime piece of meat, built over 700 kilometers away from my railway, why would I personally come all the way here? Isn't that perfectly normal?"

It tapped its little head—

"--I just woke up, full of energy. I'd like to eat a few of the Madness Butterfly Sect's kids to replenish my strength!"

When Shi Cun Tuozhen saw Ming De Meitoku's blood-red tongue and his gleaming white teeth, he felt a strong sense of dizziness.

That feeling, to use a wonderful metaphor--

--It's like you're just about to start mining with fifteen farmers, and then you send out a squad to assemble your troops.

But your opponent has gone all in, bringing their entire family and friends, without holding back anything.

Moreover, this opponent is quite artistic.

"--This song is David Bowie's 'Cat People,' which is also my waiter Soul's real name. I've always liked it, really liked it. I call her [Cat PeoPle, the Leopard Print Hot Girl]. Allow me to pop some champagne halfway through the night and start dancing."

As he said this, BOSS stood on Xue Ming's arm, twisting his waist and swaying his tail. Following the old-fashioned lofi sound quality of the broadcast station, it fully displayed its flirtatious and debauched nature.

Ming De: "If you want to survive, Shi Cun Tuozhen, try to please me and keep up with the pace."

Such a cruel and bizarre request was something Ishimura had never encountered before.

He looked at another warrior dressed in the Flash Butterfly Armor suit, unlocked his handcuffs, and set him free.

He tried to stand up, looking helplessly at Ming De and then at the ferocious beast with its eyebrows dancing.

BOSS: "What are you waiting for? Don't you want to live?"

Shi Cun Tuozhen embarrassed and confused, glancing at his godson.

After being untied, Lan Yinglong immediately forced a smile and clapped along with the music.

Mr. Ishimura glanced at the two killing gods again; if you included the Hunter King, they were three living Yama kings.

He finally gave in, nodding and kowtowing, shaking his knees.

The boss danced enthusiastically. "Ah, right! Yes, right, right! Yes!"

Ishimura finally found some happiness--

--It comes from the bottom of my heart, as if I've escaped from my busy work, as if I've been freed from a heavy prison.

"Take bigger steps!" The Little Kitty, perched on Xue Ming's arm, moved with the agility of a ballerina on a tightrope, its activity level almost exceeding the total exercise of its hibernation over several years before the harvest season. "Enthusiasm! Enthusiasm! Rock it!"

Mr. Ishimura's smile was more like a grimace; he felt insulted, both in spirit and body, but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

"Hmm! Hmm-hmm! Hmm-hmm!~" The Little Kitty squinted and swayed dramatically, with a lazy, teasing air. "Are you afraid of the dark, Ishimura? Are you still afraid of the dark now? I'm a black cat."

Ishimura paused for a moment, seeing Ming De's jet-black fur and recalling the BOSS's terrifying spiritual pressure. Although he didn't want to admit it, didn't want to bow down to his enemy, he still spoke the truth—at this moment, his heart had already surrendered, from physical surrender to spiritual surrender, it was a process of opening his heart.

"Meeting"

The Little Kitty continued, "It's not surprising that children are afraid of the dark."

Ishimura's emotions seemed to have found an outlet.

He looked at the gunsmith and the Hunter King, then back at the gun in 9527's hand, and finally glanced at the tower of corpses piled up outside the door.

It reeked of people's excrement and urine before they died, and blood had already spilled onto the threshold of the abandoned house.

Ming De ordered his henchmen to play music and dance, and even demanded that Shi Cun Tuozhen join in the dance.

This immense shame had broken him. As Kang Que Connor said, life always finds a way out, and you have to keep going.

"Yes, it's not strange for children to be afraid of the dark," the Black Cat continued. "But when I came to this city, the adults were afraid of the sunlight. Can you give me a reasonable explanation? That's the strangest thing."

Shi Cun Tuozhen didn't speak; his dance steps froze for a moment.

The good cat continued, "I want to spare your life, you know I always value talent."

Shi Cun Tuozhen exclaimed, "BOSS! BOSS!"

The good cat shook its head. "Unfortunately, it won't work. I asked Xiao Qi to investigate your business. You made your fortune by trafficking women, and you're very shrewd—very capable."

"Mr. Ishimura, just as your godson said, these girls are all willing to work for you. You're charging too high a price, and you know the rules, how to make others obey. When Xiao Qi told these prostitutes that he would take them out of their misery, they immediately told the managers, their madams, and their pimps about it."

"They're only afraid of losing their jobs, they're only afraid of me meddling in their business."

"If we move to the western suburbs, there's also the casino in Little Eagle Harbor. I think it's probably the same for all industries."

Ming De recounted these events, his face was filled with sorrow.

"Aside from this winery that closed down more than ten years ago, I can't find anywhere else to bind you—the children born in the new era have forgotten what the Mercy of Eros ever done. But the retired employees of this winery remember; they know what is right and what is wrong, and they will not help the people of the Mercy of Eros."

Shi Cun Tuozhen is unwilling to give in--

--His dance movements, though seemingly involuntary, remained as passionate and unrestrained as ever.

"Boss! The essence of this world is that people eat people! Relationships are determined by interests! You can't blame me!"

He turned to the gunsmith, asking him to say something nice.

"Your sister is still inside my Soul Palace! Gunsmith! You should talk to the boss! We can become colleagues! We can make money, buy houses, and pick up girls together! You even beat up my son! We've both beaten up our godsons! We're practically colleagues now!"

Ming De, his dance moves also changing accordingly.

He leaned on Xue Ming's shoulder, laughing until his stomach hurt.

"This kid is fucking talented, it's hilarious!"

[Part ② - Look at what you've done!]

Xue Ming: "Should I listen to him, Boss? Should I give you some advice?"

BOSS: "Give it a try?"

Xue Ming: "Bailu and my students are still within his soul's power."

BOSS: "Oh"

Xue Ming: "So?"

Shi Cun Tuozhen: "Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly how we should persuade them!"

The boss jumped onto Xiao Qi's shoulder and Xue Ming, "Jump with him, jump together."

Xue Ming lifted his helmet, rolled his eyes at his lover, and danced with Shicun.

In the music--

The boss said, "I'm giving you time to release the students. You only have ten minutes."

Ishimura wiggled his hips while yelling, "Not enough!"

Boss: "How long will it take you?"

Ishimura pursed his lips, still wanting to negotiate.

"You must guarantee my safety. Within my [KINGDOM], there are over seventy ruthless Armadillo Hunters. If they find out I betrayed the guild master, they will certainly not let me go."

Gunsmith: "Such a good thing?"

Upon hearing this, Ishimura looked at the gunsmith as if he had seen a ghost, as if he had been hit on the head by a sudden surge of spiritual pressure.

Xiao Qi immediately asked, "What is your Soul Power? How can it hide so many people?"

Shi Cun Tuozhen immediately explained, "It's special—it's a territory, a space independent of the physical world, so Boss, you can't kill me! If I die, these children will never be able to get out again!"

Xiao Qi looked at Xue Ming: "I'll go with you."

Mr. Ishimura immediately said, "No! If there are too many people, the brothers in the fighting gang will become suspicious."

"I'll go alone," Jiang Xueming said to Shi Cun Tuozhen. "How can I contact you? How can I notify you to open the entrance to [KINGDOM]?"

Shi Cun Tuozhen's expression was complicated. If the hunter could take care of the gunsmith and stall until Chairman Kang Que came to the rescue, perhaps he could save his own life. Thinking of this, he immediately had a wicked thought.

"No weapons allowed inside!" Ishimura said immediately. "Gunsmith! You need to change into the clothes of the Mercy of Eros and give me the password so that we can bring the students out safely. I will open all the entrances and exits in half an hour. When you see the pink mist, just lead the students there!"

Xue Ming disarmed in front of Shi Cun.

The BOSS and the Hunter King just laughed, while Xiao Qi kept a close eye on Shi Cun Tuozhen.

The behavior of these people made Mr. Ishimura feel inexplicably uneasy.

What are they laughing at? What's so funny?

Ishimura then pressed his advantage, saying, "Leave the knife too."

Xue Ming had just torn a set of clothes from the corpse and used White Lady's products and a pen to tattoo an exquisite Cupid tattoo on his arm. Hearing Ishimura's request, he took the dagger from the leggings of his military uniform and tossed it aside.

Ishimura was finally convinced that the gunsmiths of today were unarmed and harmless.

He called out Hunwei's true name loudly.

"[KINGDOM·]! Send him to the amusement park!"

A giant pink snail emerged from the mist.

--It extended its supple yet thick tendrils and wrapped the gunsmith inside its shell.

Once Soul Might and the gunsmith had completely disappeared, Mr. Ishimura, as if he had been given a second chance at life, humbly and tentatively asked a question.

"Boss, can I not jump now?"

Ming De simply smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The laughter grew louder and louder until the BOSS laughed so hard he choked and vomited out a few fluffy balls, finally stopping.

"Excuse me," the BOSS said to Ishimura, rubbing his throat and clearing it. "You don't need to jump."

Mr. Ishimura still clung to his illusions—unaware that he had given his good brother from the War Gang a father.

If the corpses outside can get a good night's sleep, it's like a painless headshot.

The hunters in [KINGDOM] must be dying with their eyes wide open in disbelief.