Mission

Temple of the Gods plaza, the wind was quite boisterous.

Trees swayed with the wind.

The God and Mr. Popo frowned in thought.

But at this moment.

Jiang Ling walked out from the Temple of the Gods.

His face was handsome, his eyes like stars.

His slender figure outlined perfectly muscled lines.

He wore a white T-shirt on his upper body and shorts on his lower body, exuding a leisurely, detached, and refined aura.

"Hello, God, Mr. Popo, it's been two years."

Jiang Ling showed a sunny, natural smile.

It was as if the years had not eroded his will.

The God was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "For you, two years have passed, but for us, only two days have passed."

"Haha, that's true."

Jiang Ling took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, a look of fondness on his face.

A gentle breeze rustled his hair.

It was more comfortable outside.

Although he could be naked and free in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Jiang Ling still felt the outside world suited him better.

The God thought for a moment and decided to bring this matter up, letting Jiang Ling resolve it.

"Jiang Ling, I remember you are a big star on Earth."

"Yes."

Seeing the God's serious expression, Jiang Ling also became serious, "Is there something you need help with?"

"To be honest, we do need your help."

The God slowly explained the matter.

"This matter,"

Jiang Ling rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Alright, consider it done. It's on me."

"Then I'll be counting on you," the Kami said solemnly. "The future of Earth's new generation rests entirely on you!"

"Mm."

Jiang Ling responded.

Then he leaped off the Kami's platform.

A leap into the void!

Feeling the howling wind at high altitude, white clouds streaking past him, Jiang Ling's mind entered a state of unparalleled peace.

He flew past Karin Tower.

Karin Cat and Yajirobe on top stared dumbfounded.

Only when he was getting closer to the ground did Jiang Ling activate Bukūjutsu and fly up.

He flew straight to West City!

Not long after, at Bulma's home in West City.

The place occupied a vast area.

Bulma lived with her parents, but she resided in one of the independent houses...

At this moment, she was taking a bath.

"I love taking a bath, my body feels so good..."

Meanwhile, Jiang Ling appeared outside the house.

He easily entered the residence, followed the sound, and with practiced ease, walked to the bathroom, opened the door, and went inside.

"..."

"What are you doing here! Get out!"

Bulma's eyes widened as she glared at him.

Jiang Ling took a deep breath. During his two years in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he had thought of her incessantly.

Thinking of her smile.

Thinking of her face.

Thinking of her gentleness.

Thinking of her temper.

Jiang Ling reached out, gently hooked her chin, and kissed her deeply.

Lips and teeth intertwined.

A sweet fragrance filled his mouth.

After a long while, they parted.

Bulma was weak all over, her eyes full of expectation.

Jiang Ling's lips curved slightly, his eyes incredibly clear, and he turned to leave.

"???"

Bulma's big eyes were filled with confusion.

What the heck, you flirt with me and then run?

"Stop!!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling walked even faster.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he still had a mission to complete. He didn't have time for some damn romantic love story with her!

"You're not a man!!"

Bulma shouted loudly.

"You'll know in the future." Jiang Ling's voice drifted from afar.

"Hmph! Damn it!" Bulma stomped her foot fiercely, stirring up waves.

West City.

Outside a concert venue.

A group of teenage fans were queuing to enter.

They held glow sticks, light boards, and various support items in their hands.

Their faces still held a look of madness.

They kept muttering something.

"A Kun, A Kun, in heaven and on earth, only Kun is supreme."

At the back of the crowd, a handsome man wearing a mask and sunglasses quietly watched all this.

"This A Kun has developed his fans into a cult," Jiang Ling muttered to himself.

He made several phone calls.

Issuing commands continuously.

"Revoke A Kun's artist status, singer status, actor status, all statuses."

"Block all related resources, take down movies, TV shows, variety shows, and songs."

"Do not allow him to participate in commercial performances, concerts, or any other events."

"..."

As one order after another was released and executed, several staff members came out of the concert venue.

"A Kun's concert is canceled. The next start time is to be determined. We apologize to all fans and ask you to leave in an orderly manner."

As soon as this was said, the fans disagreed.

"Do you know what you're saying? You're offending our A Kun right now!"

"Let me tell you, do you know how hard A Kun works? You canceled his concert, what is he supposed to do? We fans won't let you get away with this."

"Good! Very good! Excellent! XXX Co., Ltd., right? Tomorrow... no, today your stock market will hit the limit down, and your market value will evaporate..."

At this moment, a stretched luxury car appeared at the scene.

A group of people got out from it.

Ten bodyguards, two assistants, two makeup artists, an agent, a financial manager, a lifestyle manager, a chef, a fashion designer...

These people stood outside.

But the main person had not appeared for a long time.

The luxury car was shaking.

Indescribable sounds came from inside.

The fans saw this and started crying.

"My A Kun is working too hard, still practicing dance at this time, and in such a cramped, broken-down car."

"Yeah, yeah, he's such a big star, and he still drives this kind of car. It shows he's thrifty and frugal."

A few minutes later.

A Chicken Person animal person, A Kun, slowly appeared, his steps unsteady.

He was embracing a woman who was provocatively dressed, charming, and had a face as rosy as peach blossoms.

The fans erupted again.

"Wuwuwu, my A Kun is so caring. This woman's complexion clearly shows she's sick. He's been taking care of her for a long time inside."

"Yeah, yeah, A Kun is so gentle."

"I'm proud to have such a master."

A Kun looked at his passionate fans, coughed lightly, and a faint smile graced his feminine face, alluring and captivating.

"Cough, cough, fans, I've been banned. Let's pick up our weapons and find the culprit!"

"Ah? A Kun is so gentle, and you dare to ban him? Is this a joke?"

"Find him! Find him!"

"..."

All sorts of vicious words came from the fans' mouths.

Looking at these fanatically irrational, brainwashed fans.

Jiang Ling believed that if A Kun gave a command, the fans could tear down the concert hall in front of them.

He shook his head and walked out directly.

Mentioning A Kun, he flew away into the sky.