Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Sextant's cries for help still echoed in the ward, but Spike, Tom, and Jerry did not stop at all, approaching him step by step with a hint of mockery in their eyes, clearly not taking his warning seriously.

Before Sextant could call for help a second time, Spike rushed forward and bit his trouser leg, holding on tightly. Tom jumped onto his shoulder and pressed his paws down on his head to prevent him from struggling. Jerry was more agile, crawling to his feet and tickling his ankles from time to time, making him feel weak all over.

"Let me go! Let me go! You bunch of lunatics! How dare you lay a hand on me?!" Sextant was terrified, struggling desperately and kicking wildly, but was firmly controlled by a dog, a cat, and a rat, unable to move at all. His voice was full of fear and resentment, and all his previous arrogance was gone.

Spike, too lazy to waste words with him, grabbed his trouser leg and forcefully pulled him towards the door; Tom cooperated by pressing his head down on his shoulder; Jerry led the way, occasionally turning back to urge him on. The trio, with clear roles, dragged Sextant out of the ward.

"Fuyutsuki! Save me! Fuyutsuki! You can't just leave me to die!" Sextant cried out to Fuyutsuki Kozo as he was being dragged along, his eyes almost overflowing with pleading. But his voice only grew fainter and fainter as he was dragged further away.

Kozo Fuyutsuki sat there, picked up his teacup, took another sip, and calmly watched Sextant's retreating figure being dragged away. His face remained expressionless, only letting out a soft sigh. He had known this would be the outcome all along; from the moment Spike and the others entered, Sextant was destined for disaster.

Outside the ward, Sextant's heart-wrenching howls and struggles mingled with Spike's growls, Tom's barks, and Jerry's squeaks, creating a lively cacophony. Before long, these sounds faded into the distance, clearly dragged away by Spike and the others, ready for a good "Aruba" session.

Tsuyuki Kenzo put down his teacup and looked at the empty doorway of the ward. He thought to himself, "This is a lesson for this hot-tempered guy. I just hope Spike and the others don't go too far. After all, we still need him to do things."

Sextant, being dragged along, was filled with despair—he never imagined that he would be bullied by a dog, a cat, and a rat, and even be taken to Aruba. It was an utter disgrace! But he was powerless and could only let them do as they pleased, his heart filled with endless regret and fear.

Just as Tsuyuki Kenzo was secretly hoping that Spike and the others wouldn't go too far, he glanced out the window and was immediately stunned—he discovered that Spike and the others hadn't gone far, but had chosen a thick tree in the open space downstairs from the hospital.

After identifying their target, Spike, Tom, and Jerry stopped dragging the tree and stood in a circle around it, even playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who should take the lead in Aruba this time.

The trio's shouts rose and fell, their rock-paper-scissors games performed with extraordinary seriousness. Tom would occasionally cheat, only to be grabbed by the scruff of his neck and scolded by Spike. Jerry, meanwhile, bounced around on the sidelines, taking advantage of the chaos to pull off his little tricks. After several rounds, Jerry finally won.

Standing under the big tree, Jerry raised its little head and squeaked proudly twice, clearly announcing that it was now in charge of how Aruba should be treated!
Jerry chose...
It swiftly climbed up the tree trunk to the top, perched on a branch, and squeaked a few times at Spike and Tom below, pointing its paws at the top of the trunk—"Come from the top of the tree!!!"
Spike and Tom instantly understood Jerry's meaning. They exchanged a glance, nodded, and immediately got to work.

then
here we go!!!

"Hmph hmph hmph ahh ...

A piercing, almost shrill wail erupted from Sextant's mouth, echoing throughout the entire hospital grounds. Spike gripped Sextant's arm tightly with one paw, pressed the other against his back, and leaped up, slamming Sextant down towards the top of the tree trunk—precisely aiming at the spot Jerry had indicated. Tom, standing on tiptoe, watched this scene unfold, his lips twitching involuntarily. A strong sense of empathy welled up within him, and his tail stood taut.

It instinctively covered its groin, its eyes filled with lingering fear and sympathy—back then, it had been tormented by Spike and Jerry in the same way, having its groin used to split a tree, and the excruciating pain still made its skin crawl when it thought about it.

Jerry, perched atop the tree, looked down at the scene below, squeaking smugly and occasionally slapping the branches with his paws, as if directing Spike to adjust the angle, showing no sympathy whatsoever for Sextant.

Sextant, meanwhile, was left only with heart-wrenching howls, all his strength drained by the pain, leaving him completely at Spike's mercy. His regret had reached its peak—he never imagined that he would be controlled by a rat and suffer such outrageous and painful punishment.

Outside the ward, chaotic sounds rose and fell in the open space. Fuyutsuki Kozo slowly walked to the window and looked out, just in time to see a scene he would never forget—Spike was gripping Sextant's neck and body tightly, lifting him high up, and then suddenly exerting force, slamming him down hard against a large tree not far away.

"Bang—Crack!"

A dull thud and the crisp crack of a tree breaking rang out simultaneously. The thick trunk was split open by the blow, sending wood chips flying. Sextant's screams abruptly stopped, and it hung limply by Spike's mouth, its usual arrogance gone.

When Dongyue saw Spike lift the sextant and smash it down on the tree, even splitting it in two, he froze, his eyes filled with shock, his inner peace completely shattered.

He instantly understood something.

Don't mess with Cui Ming.

This thought was branded into his heart, and he could never shake it off. He only knew that Cui Ming himself was powerful, but he never thought that even Cui Ming's pet was so powerful.

Damn, even the dogs at home are this scary.
Dongyue Gengzao clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement, a chill even creeping down his spine. Spike was just a dog, yet he could easily smash Sextant into submission and even split a tree in two. Cui Ming's strength was probably far more terrifying than he had imagined.

At this moment, he completely abandoned any thought of testing or even confronting Cui Ming. Provoking Cui Ming would be tantamount to suicide; not only him and Sextans, but probably the entire NERV couldn't withstand Cui Ming's wrath, let alone his seemingly insignificant but incredibly powerful companions. (End of Chapter)