Friends need constant contact to deepen their friendship

Commander Red is dead.

This unfortunate fellow, just as in the original story, was finished off by the adjutant he trusted most.

His line, "Even if every last member of the Red Ribbon Army dies, I will fight you to the end!" seemed to have provoked someone's displeasure.

And so, he was slaughtered.

With blood still dripping from his palm, Officer Black—the tall, black man who had once stood by Commander Red's side—stepped forward and said to Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong, "The leader of the Red Ribbon Army must put the interests of the organization above all else. Someone who sacrifices the future of the entire Red Ribbon Army for their own selfish interests is not qualified to remain our leader."

Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong were not bloodthirsty people, but they were no strangers to violence. Zhang Wutian looked calmly at Officer Black, whose hand was still stained with blood, and asked, "So, are you the one talking to us now?"

"That is correct," Officer Black replied.

"But I don't want to talk to you," Zhang Wutian said, staring at him. "I have no interest in conversing with a puppet. It's time for you to show yourself, Dr. Gero."

In truth, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong had long since noticed something off about Officer Black. He lacked the aura of a human being. To the two of them, who had witnessed the androids of another world, this anomaly was far too obvious.

"Oh? You actually know who I am? How unexpected. This exceeds my calculations." After a moment of silence, the large screen on the wall lit up, and Dr. Gero—virtually identical to the one from the other world—appeared on the display.

"There are many things that exceed your calculations. As the true mastermind behind the Red Ribbon Army, you wouldn't mind if I took the Dragon Balls, would you?"

"The legendary Dragon Balls that can grant any wish? A pity, I have no need for them!"

Dr. Gero said confidently, "For my research, such magical trinkets are meaningless and even counterproductive. Results that bypass the process are hollow. My research relies on my own wisdom and my own two hands. Therefore, you may take the Dragon Balls, but you are not to destroy my Red Ribbon Army. They are very convenient tools for my research."

"So, the Red Ribbon Army is actually just an organization for running errands and raising funds for your research?"

"Correct." Dr. Gero nodded in acknowledgment. He glanced at the fallen Commander Red and said coldly, "My technology wasn't mature enough back then to create qualified androids, so for convenience's sake, I let that man sit in the commander's seat. But he seemed to develop unnecessary ambitions, so it was time for a replacement."

"So, androids will lead the Red Ribbon Army from now on..." Zhang Wutian sighed. "Very well. For the sake of the time we once fought side-by-side, as long as the Red Ribbon Army no longer harms civilians, I will not raise a hand against you."

"Very well. I have no interest in ruling the world; I only wish to conduct my research in peace. I can agree to your terms."

The negotiation concluded, and Zhang Wutian took the three Dragon Balls, intending to leave.

Just then, Dr. Gero added one more question: "You said you once fought side-by-side with the Red Ribbon Army, but there is no such record in my files. When did that happen?"

"Just a short while ago," Zhang Wutian said, giving the screen a thumbs-up.

"In another world."

Ignoring the bewildered Dr. Gero, Zhang Wutian left the Red Ribbon Army headquarters with the three Dragon Balls and dialed Master Roshi's phone.

"Master Roshi? It's Zhang Wutian. I'm seeking your help."

With that, Zhang Wutian began to inquire about Master Roshi's sister, Fortuneteller Baba.

On the other end of the line, Master Roshi laughed. "It seems you've heard the rumors about my sister. If you have troubles, go find Fortuneteller Baba. Are you having trouble finding the Dragon Balls?"

"A minor issue," Zhang Wutian said.

"Since you know about my sister, do you know the two ways to get an answer?"

"Pay a large sum of money, or engage in a battle?" Zhang Wutian replied. "While I'm not unable to pay that amount, I think a battle sounds more interesting, so I'll choose to fight."

"Wukong is with you, but two people aren't enough." Unaware of what had transpired in the other world and completely ignorant of the fact that Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong had already achieved mastery, Master Roshi said over the phone, "Take Yamcha and Krillin along to help. It will be a good chance for them to gain some experience."

Zhang Wutian agreed that it wouldn't be a problem; friends need to keep in touch, otherwise, their relationships will grow distant.

And so, a grand gathering began. Everyone decided to meet in West City, and because of Yamcha, Bulma ended up joining the party as well.

Bulma, Master Roshi, Yamcha, Krillin, Oolong, Puar, along with Son Wukong and Zhang Wutian, all gathered at Zhang Wutian's home in West City.

"Miss Bulma, you seem to have taught Wukong quite a lot of useless knowledge," Zhang Wutian said, looking displeased as Bulma arrived for a visit.

"What do you mean 'useless'? Wukong is just too honest, which is why she gets bullied by a perverted lolicon like you!" Bulma pulled Son Wukong into her arms, squaring off against Zhang Wutian, while Son Wukong tried to explain, "Zhang Wutian isn't bullying me, he's very good to me."

"You men just want girls to be stupid and easy to trick! My Wukong is so cute, I won't let you get away with it!"

Like an older sister protecting a naive younger sibling, she stood her ground righteously against Zhang Wutian before leaning in to whisper to Son Wukong, asking things like: [Has that lecher ever touched your chest? Has he kissed you? What? You kissed him first?? You didn't go all the way, did you!!]

The content was too lewd for Zhang Wutian to listen to, but interfering in a private conversation between best friends would be even lower, so he could only walk away with a wry smile.

Having been rebuffed by the girls, Zhang Wutian turned to the group of men.

"Yamcha, you've joined the Turtle Hermit School?" Zhang Wutian asked, looking at Yamcha in his Turtle Hermit gi.

"That's right. I begged for a long time, and with Krillin's help, Master Roshi finally agreed to teach me," Yamcha replied. "I'm not willing to let only you and Wukong be so strong. At the next Martial Arts Tournament, I'll show you my true power."

"Then you'd better work hard," Zhang Wutian said. "Recently, Wukong and I have become much stronger. It's going to be very difficult to catch up to us."

Not yet having learned to sense the strength of others through ki, Yamcha remained optimistic. "It won't take long for me to catch up."

Zhang Wutian shrugged, calmly stating, "If you want to catch up to us, you should try climbing Korin Tower first."

After the small gathering ended, the group flew off—some on their own, others using flight devices—heading toward the location of Fortuneteller Baba under Master Roshi's guidance.

Krillin and Yamcha were naturally envious of the Flight Technique, and Master Roshi, who immediately recognized it as the Crane School's technique, nonchalantly remarked that it was actually quite simple and that perhaps Wukong could teach everyone how to use it.

Good work. If everyone in the Turtle Hermit School learns the Flight Technique, that stupid Crane will be furious! Master Roshi thought to himself, flashing a sinister grin.

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