Butcher stared at the still trembling Xiao Long in his arms and cursed in his heart.
What I asked was not your name.
He took half a step forward, still alert.
"You know what I mean."
"What kind of existence are you?"
Wangchuan scratched Xiao Long's chin and raised his eyelids.
"What exists?"
"Don't fucking get around me. You're not human."
"What you say is quite hurtful."
Hughie didn't know when he had rubbed up against Starlight, holding her hand and holding it tightly.
Starlight glanced at him sideways but did not pull away.
"Um...Hughie cleared his throat, his voice still a little shaky.
"What did you use just now? I mean, that dragon was so big, and you just called me kitten, and it became smaller and jumped into your hand."
"How is this done?"
"And you said you would help us." Starlight added, his voice a little calmer, but his palms were still raised and the light did not dissipate.
"What do you mean help us?"
Wangchuan stuffed Xiao Long into his sleeve, and the little thing shrank in without even showing its head, leaving only the tip of its tail trembling outside.
"You have too many questions..."
"Bang means literally."
Frenchie got up from the ground and patted the dust on his pants.
"Wait a minute. You mean, you can help us deal with those dragons?"
"Yes."
"How to deal with it? Do you do it?"
"It's pointless for me to do anything." Wangchuan sat down on the broken box next to him, his legs crossed.
"These dragons are Magic creatures with hard scales, bullet resistance, fire breathing, and fast flying."
"If you use thermal weapons to fight, it will be in vain unless you use missiles."
"But Magic creatures have a rule."
He held up a finger.
"Magic can only be defeated with Magic."
Kimiko has been squatting next to him, staring at him, making two gestures with his hands, pointing at him, and making another gesture.
Starlight translated for her. "She asked, are you Master Magic?"
Wangchuan smiled and nodded to Kimiko.
"That's right."
"Then you Magic are very powerful?" Frenchie came up and his eyes lit up.
Wangchuan waved his hand, his tone as modest as anything.
"Average. But enough to deal with a few dragons."
Butcher was listening and didn't speak.
He looked at Wangchuan from head to toe. From the moment he appeared until now, every word he said was filled with a feeling that he knew everything but only spoke half of it.
He has seen this kind of person, he has a smiling face, there is something in his words, and everything he gives has a hook.
But he has no other choice now.
The bullets were empty, and Starlight had two shots left. The RPG tube of Frenchie was thrown on the ground like a fire stick. Three dragons were blocking it outside, making it impossible to escape.
"Okay." Butcher spoke, in a low voice, "You asked me to help. How can I help?"
Wangchuan didn't talk nonsense and raised his hand.
Six things appeared in front of the six people, hanging in the air, spinning slowly.
Shadow Mask.
Mother's Milk took a closer look but did not reach out.
"What is this?"
"Wear the mask and you have the power to fight Arlong."
Frenchie reached out to touch it, but Butcher held his arm down.
"Wait a minute." Butcher stared at Wangchuan, "What will happen after you put it on? What if you can't take it off? What should you do if you control me?"
Wangchuan tilted his head, his expression was quite innocent.
"Do you still have a choice now? The two dragons outside have not left."
Butcher's mouth twitched.
Then a sentence suddenly rang in his mind.
"I forgot to tell you, this thing can also give you the power to kill Homelander."
"Huh?!"
Butcher's pupils shrank.
He stared at Wangchuan, and Wangchuan also looked at him, the smile on his face did not change, as if nothing happened.
Homelander.
The one who floats in the sky wearing a cloak and can burn a street to ashes when his eyes turn red. The whole world worships him as a god, Bichi.
Bichi who fucked his wife!
Butcher has seen too many people die at the hands of Homelander.
The only thought he has left in his life is to kill that person.
He took a step forward and reached out to grab the leftmost one among the six masks.
Unicorn shaped.
"Oh... Did you choose Minta?"
Wangchuan smiled meaningfully when he saw the mask chosen by the butcher.
Perhaps this mask is most suitable for Butcher, after all, he has the cruelest heart.
"It's pretty ugly."
Butcher, turned it over and took a look at the back, there was nothing, just a smooth black curved surface.
Then he slapped it on the face.
The moment the mask was put on his face, Butcher's whole body tensed up, his back arched, his hands clenched into fists, and the veins on his neck bulged one by one.
"Butcher!" Hughie shouted, took two steps forward, and was grabbed by Mother's Milk.
"Wait a minute."
Butcher A muffled groan came from his throat, like a sound like being punched.
Then the lines on the mask lit up, burning from the edges inward, and the black material spread down his cheeks and neck, wrapping his body layer by layer.
His coat was stretched open, his shoulders became wider, his arms became thicker, and the horn on his mask expanded outward.
The change takes less than five seconds.
Butcher stood there, looking down at his hand, clenching it, and his knuckles cracked.
"This..."
He raised his head, touched the mask on his face, touched the horn crown, and then looked down at his arm, which was more than a circle thicker than before.
"Haha."
His laughter came out from under the mask, muffled, but filled with uncontrollable excitement.
"Hahaha..."
"Ho ho ho!"
Suddenly there was a roar outside the factory. The black dragon was controlled by Wangchuan and broke through the side wall. Its head squeezed in, and broken bricks and iron sheets flew to both sides.
Butcher turned his head and looked at the direction in which the dragon head was rushing.
He didn't hide, he kicked forward with his feet, his whole body flew out, and punched the dragon on the jaw.
"Bang!"
The black dragon's head was turned upward by the punch, and his whole body was taken out of the broken wall. He took two steps back, and his claws plowed two furrows on the ground.
Butcher landed on the ground and shook his fist.
"That's it?"
He roared, and his voice came out from the mask with a thickness that wasn't there before.
"This is the fucking Arlong? That's it?"
He looked back at his hands, then looked at the gray and white dragon outside, his eyes shining like two fire points behind the mask.
"Homelander."
He gritted his teeth and said the name, the sound coming out from between his teeth.
"Homelander! I can punch your fucking face right now!"
Hughie looked at Butcher, then glanced at the mask floating in front of him, and swallowed.
He reached out and picked it up and put it on his face. The second one lit up, followed by Frenchie, Mother's Milk, Kimiko, and Starlight.
Six people, six masks, and six black lights exploded in the factory.
Wangchuan stood up from the box, patted his pants, glanced at the six the Boys members who were transforming, and raised the corners of his mouth.
"Have fun."
Then he disappeared just as he came.
Soon.
The figure of Wangchuan quietly appeared outside the factory.
He was still gently scratching Long's chin, with that gentle smile hanging on his lips.
"Bichi! Come on!"
"I'm going to shove your head up his ass!"
He tilted his head and watched as Butcher jumped into the sky chasing a dragon, hit the ground and made a hole in the ground, then jumped up again and continued chasing.
He whispered to himself.
"Six..."
"Butcher, the darkness of anger and revenge. Hughie, the darkness of cowardice and desire to prove oneself..."
"What a pure color."
He tilted his head slightly, a glimmer of expectation flashing in his eyes.
"Let me see, what kind of expressions will you make when you discover the darkness deep inside you?"
"Horror? Disgust? Or... acceptance?"
"Xiu Yi, who prides himself on being righteous, when you discover that the power you rely on to fight against evil itself comes from evil, can you still confidently say that we are good people?"
"And when you are completely plunged into darkness, I will have six more loyal slaves."
"Ha... that's really exciting."
He patted Arlong's head gently, and his tone was as gentle as coaxing a child to sleep.
"Go ahead and give them the last gift for me, so that they can get to know their true selves."
Arlong jumped out of his arms and instantly grew bigger, killing the six people.
Wangchuan stood alone in the moonlight, with his hands behind his back, looking towards the brightly lit city in the distance, and the smile on his lips slowly deepened.
Wangchuan has double standards. If he cares, he will protect him. If he doesn't, he will drain everything from him without any care, just to satisfy him.
"If angels do not show mercy, it is like the sun not shining. It is a departure from the sacred duty."
Wangchuan's smile gradually widened.
"Demon does not play with people's hearts, just like the moon does not pull the tides. That is a betrayal of our nature."
"And I never betray myself."
At the same time, I also realized that it was time.
"It's time to let my six brothers and sisters out."