Chương 112: Chapter 112: We're Too Embarrassed to Say
We're a bit embarrassed to admit that the Special Department detected a surge of evil energy.
The first order of business was to notify the members.
[Notice! Notice! Evil energy fluctuations detected at Ju Wei Xian Restaurant on Binyang Road. Members responsible for this area, please proceed immediately. Nearby members, provide immediate support.]
The appearance of an evil entity signifies impending disaster.
Upon receiving the message, members on leave quickly reassured their girlfriends and rushed towards Binyang Road. However, being on leave meant they didn't have their gear, which posed a problem.
Their combat effectiveness was reduced by at least 30%.
At the scene on Binyang Road…
Diners fled in panic from Ju Wei Xian. Some, in their haste, tripped and fell, teeth knocked out, mouths full of blood. Ignoring the pain, they scrambled to their feet, prioritizing survival.
"Help! Someone save us!"
"An evil entity! Such a huge one!"
"Mommy, where are you?"
A four or five-year-old girl stood crying in the middle of the road, fearfully watching the fleeing crowd. She was looking for her mother.
Her mother had left her with a waitress while they ate.
But the waitress had run off.
Sob…
The cries amidst the chaos were piercing.
Bang!
A large, fat figure was blasted from the restaurant, landing heavily on the road.
Grotesque cries echoed.
The evil eel slowly emerged from the restaurant. Serpentine, scaleless, and smooth, it possessed four limbs.
It was furious.s had dared to chop it in two with a knife, an unbearable humiliation.
That filthy, fat pig of a chef had dared to wield a knife against it, a damnable act.
The annoying cries continued.
The evil eel loathed the sound of human weeping. Slowly, it turned its gaze towards the little girl standing in the middle of the road, emitting a strange sound, as if saying:
"Are you the one crying?
Then die!"
The large figure was the chef. A professional for twenty years, his culinary skills were exceptional, not only captivating his customers but also contributing to his own considerable girth.
His skills were just too good.
"I'm not dead?"
The chef quickly scrambled to his feet, cleaver still clutched in his hand. He checked himself over; no major injuries. Perhaps his fat had absorbed much of the impact.
Damn it!
From now on, if anyone tells him to lose weight, he'll be the first to… well, you get the idea.
Escape, he needed to escape. Being alive was fortunate enough. That eel clearly wanted him dead, but it wouldn't get the chance. His fat had saved him.
Sob…
Just as he was about to flee, he saw the little girl in the middle of the road.
"Run!" he yelled.
But the child was too young, only knowing how to cry. Seeing the evil entity before her, she wailed even louder.
I can't worry about her. He thought. He just wanted to save himself. With his abilities, charging in would only result in a beating. He couldn't help her.
Besides, he was terrified.
At that moment, the evil eel's hands crackled with electric arcs, targeting the little girl.
He couldn't bear to imagine the child being struck.
Damn it!
After a moment of agonizing indecision, the chef couldn't stand to see the child die at the hands of the evil entity. Courage overcame his fear, and he lunged towards the little girl.
His speed was astonishing, so fast he couldn't believe it was him. If only he could move this fast during… other activities… he wouldn't be ridiculed for being fat and nothing else.
You're short, fine. You're… soft, fine. But slow too? What good are you?
Now he could proudly declare, I have speed!
Crack!
An electric arc struck the chef's back.
Searing, burning pain.
His back exploded in a bloody mess. Sensitive to smells, he could already detect the scent of burnt flesh.
Gritting his teeth, he endured the pain.
He scooped up the little girl and ran, turning back to raise his middle finger and shout, "You damn thing, just you wait! From now on, I'll specialize in killing eels, wiping out your entire family!"
Harsh words indeed.
But to the evil eel, those creatures weren't its family.
The evil eel watched the human, resembling a pig in its eyes, and flicked its wrist, sending another arc of electricity.
"I'm screwed," the chef muttered, glancing back. He'd spoken too soon, hadn't run far enough before boasting. He was about to endure the most brutal punishment when a figure descended from the sky.
"Audacious evil entity! You dare to cause harm in the city?"
A powerful Buddhist monk had finally arrived. With a single palm strike, he extinguished the electric arc. He then placed his hands behind his back, feeling a slight tingle, and nodded approvingly at the chef.
"You did well. I saw everything. Now run."
The fat chef didn't hesitate, fleeing while shouting, "Kill that thing! Come to Ju Wei Xian later, I'll give you a 30% discount!"
Thirty percent? The monk thought. A bit stingy. At least 50%, right?
Lu Han had a headache. Where were his teammates? He'd been too hasty, running too fast. But not so fast they couldn't keep up, surely?
He was the tank, able to endure and withstand, but fighting an evil entity alone was a bit much.
He looked at the evil eel.
Goodness!
An electricity-wielding evil entity. Quite terrifying. Being electrocuted wouldn't feel good.
"Evil entity, you're quite bold, causing trouble in broad daylight. Have you considered the consequences?"
Lu Han stalled for time. Regardless of the evil entity's reaction, he'd engage in some verbal sparring while waiting for his companions.
He estimated the eel to be at least level four, perhaps even higher. Combined with its electric arcs, its destructive power was likely significant. He couldn't underestimate it.
The evil eel was furious. If it could speak, it would definitely unleash a torrent of abuse.
Was it my intention to cause trouble? it would have raged. You humans attacked me with a knife! You can attack me, but I can't retaliate?
Lu Han paced back and forth, cautiously observing his surroundings. Good, no civilians. It meant he could let loose.
The evil eel stood three meters tall, with a slender build. Aside from lacking certain curves, it was practically perfect.
The evil entity didn't move.
Not because it didn't want to.
But because it couldn't.
When the human expert appeared, its mind cleared. It needed to escape, or it would die.
Just then…
"Lu Han, we're here! Let's do this!"
Three figures on a commandeered motorcycle roared onto the scene, quickly dismounting. The unattended motorcycle crashed into a storefront, followed by a loud crash.
They didn't care about such things.
The Special Department would compensate.
They just needed to focus on the fight.
If the person from the Special Department responsible for compensation were here, he would undoubtedly roar, Couldn't you have used the brakes?!
Lu Han roared, his shirt ripping apart, revealing his impressive physique. He charged towards the evil eel.
That shirt had cost several thousand.
Designer label!
Expensive!
A symbol of a successful man.
He'd intended to take it off before fighting.
But when he saw a young man with a DSLR camera in a distant alley…
He knew it was time for a dramatic performance.
Regardless of the outcome, the beginning had to be stylish.
"Damn, what's he doing? Didn't he just buy that shirt yesterday? He's willing to rip it?" the Maoshan expert asked.
"Look behind you," the Daoist expert said, pointing.
"As expected, all men love to show off," the female doctor remarked.
The Maoshan and Daoist experts exchanged glances and said calmly,
"Wrong, he doesn't love to show off, he loves…"
"We're too embarrassed to say."
Hee hee!
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