Ye Xishui stared blankly at the flyer bearing a Pikachu for a full half minute.
As the Death God Douluo who had turned the entire Douluo Continent upside down, she had encountered countless ambushes in her life, but never one as absurd as this...
Her Soul Power was sealed, and her martial soul lay dormant within her like a dead thing.
"Xishui, be careful. It could be a trap."
Long Xiaoyao stepped forward and shielded Ye Xishui behind him.
Though he too was no different from an ordinary man now, his instincts as a protector remained.
He watched Lu Yuan warily. "Who exactly are you? Why did you lure us here? What is your purpose?"
"I'm just a businessman who runs an internet café."
Lu Yuan shrugged helplessly and pointed at the rows of computers in the hall. "You were the ones who pushed the door open and came in. I'm open for business, so I can't exactly drive customers away."
Mu En, seated in the corner, seemed to have finally finished a Gym battle. He took off his headphones and picked up the teacup beside him, preparing to wet his throat.
When he turned his head, he came face-to-face with Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui standing at the entrance.
Outside, if these three had met, it would undoubtedly have sparked a world-shaking battle steeped in a century of love, hatred, and grudges.
Mu En merely paused slightly, then smiled with the easygoing warmth of an old farmer meeting a fellow villager.
"Oh? Xiaoyao, Xishui, how did you two find this place too?"
Mu En set down his teacup, his tone as natural as if asking whether they had eaten. "Since you're here, sit down and play for a while. Boss Lu's shop may have strange rules, but the little