Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 291: Chapter 188: Bai Zini: What, My Brother is a Superhero (Part 1)

July 11th, afternoon following the meeting with Gastella.

Ke Mingye sat cross-legged on the bed in his bedroom, his eyes downcast as he fiddled with his cellphone. On the wooden table beside the bed, a handheld fan rotated slowly, facing his face—the weather was hot enough to roast the cicadas that chattered noisily in the trees.

In the email he had just replied to his second brother, he stated that he was unclear about Gastella’s intention of disguising puppets as himself.

However, in truth, he knew that Gastella had done so for two main reasons:

The first was to test whether the players had already discovered her true identity;

The second was that if other players were aware of her appearance, by disguising her puppet in her own image, she might be able to lure out players who were lying in ambush nearby. Then, those three members of the Blood Clan who were Hunters could capture these players all at once, hopefully discovering the player who had a vampire hidden at home.

But Ke Mingye couldn’t plainly tell his second brother these things.

After all, spreading the news of infighting among players would lead to trouble, more or less.

It must be said that it’s already a tall tale for just over a hundred players to exterminate the superhuman race, and if they were to start infighting at this time, it would be adding frost to the snow.

At this moment, as he exited his email and was about to shut down the spare phone, two messages suddenly popped up on the lock screen.

Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at the contents of the two messages.

The top one was a QQ message.

[I’m not Ash: Rainbow said she wants to meet with you. If you’re free, come to the elementary school. If not, never mind, it’s probably nothing important.]

The one further down was a text message.

[Che Zhengchen: Are you free today? Come show your face at the Superhero Tower, everyone is worried about you. Don’t have people holding a funeral when you’ve just started out.]

“Please, why am I so busy?”

Ke Mingye murmured, stretching his hand to scratch his head.

He felt like he had a limited time experience of what an online scumbag feels like, although one of them was his sister and the other his boss.

“Looks like I can’t miss either of them, or who knows if I’ll miss some vital information,” he thought, “I should find a time to release two puppets.”

With that in mind, he got off the bed, put on his slippers, and walked out of the room.

….

….

At this very moment, at the entrance to Bai Ke’s home.

Ke Xiaomo leaned back against the door behind him, his eyes downcast, concealed by his bangs, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. After taking a deep breath, he slowly lifted his right hand, gently touching the doorknob.

Truthfully, he was irritated.

He clearly did not want to cooperate with the Dice Monster, yet he had to feign politeness.

His ultimate goal in collaborating with the Dice Monster was singular: to use the clues provided by the Dice Monster to uncover its true identity step by step, and then make it kneel at his feet to fully taste the consequences of attacking his family.

Especially last night, after seeing the wounds on Mingye’s body, Xiaomo almost lost control of his anger.

At that moment, had the Dice Monster been in front of him, regardless of whether it was a fake or the real one, he probably would not have been able to resist tearing it to pieces…

“Stay calm, be patient, and don’t forget how you’ve come this far,” he thought to himself, exhaling slowly, trying his best to restrain the violence and rage in his heart. The veins on the back of his hand began to recede.

Just then, the doorknob turned.

Xiaomo released his grip from above and stepped back from the door, turning his head to see who was coming out of the house.

Ke Mingye looked up from his phone, bewildered: “What are you doing standing at the front door?”

“Nothing…” Xiaomo hesitated before continuing, “It’s time for lunch.”

“Okay, I’ll go downstairs to buy a drink and be right back,” Ke Mingye said.

Xiaomo nodded at his words, watching his figure enter the elevator, then turned his face towards the window by the corridor entrance. He looked through the window to see Ke Mingye’s form enter the supermarket at a leisurely pace.

Only then did he turn his gaze back, reassured, and walked back into the house.

…..

…..

Shortly afterward, during the afternoon, in the Hongdeng Commercial District, on the ground floor of the Superhero Tower.

A figure clad in red and blue apparel walked into the Superhero Tower amid the astonished looks of onlookers.

From passersby on the street to the organization’s superheroes and staff, the majority were aware of the incident that occurred the previous night.

The Dice Monster had suddenly attacked the Bai Yi Squad, which was on a mission, critically injuring the Telekinesis Nun and the Mech Vanguard. Additionally, the rookie hero Blue Owl had gone missing.

Yet the next afternoon, Blue Owl brazenly walked into the Superhero Tower and took the elevator to the first floor.@@novelbin@@

With the nickname “Qing Ya’s illegitimate child” adding to the spectacle, attracting attention was unavoidable.

Moments later, Blue Owl exited the elevator car, headed straight into Che Zhengchen’s office.

Putting down the file in his hand and massaging the Tianming Acupoint, Che Zhengchen finally lifted his eyes to look at Blue Owl and sighed in relief, “This is the second time we’ve talked because of the Dice Monster.”

“Yes,” Blue Owl replied, “I’m wondering if what happened last night was my fault. The Dice Monster targeted me, which may have led it to attack you and my teammates.”

“Really…” Che Zhengchen pondered, “That’s what you think, huh.”

“Yes.”

“How self-absorbed,” Che Zhengchen retorted.

“What?”

“Instead of it targeting you, it would make more sense to say it targeted me and took a swipe at my team of superheroes.”

“But it was clearly coming for me,” Blue Owl insisted.

“Who knows? Don’t dwell on the thoughts of a madman, and don’t feel guilty because of what a madman does,” Che Zhengchen spoke slowly, his hands coming together on the desk, “That’s the first thing I needed to talk to you about today.”

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