Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The blind aliens, the Catan aliens, have an even more down-to-earth name in Cui Ming's eyes—the phlegm-carrying aliens.

These creatures are notorious for their cunning and despicable nature, never engaging in direct confrontation, their minds solely focused on assassination. They resemble mosquitoes in appearance, their slender limbs exuding a sinister aura, yet they possess exceptional driving skills. When driving at their full size, their heads transform into a more maneuverable shape, displaying a strange and cunning nature. As for their weapons, they are virtually impossible to defend against: their hands can spew flames at 3 degrees Celsius, their eyes can emit blinding rays, and their left hands conceal poisonous fumes that can instantly blind their opponents—truly a troublesome and troublesome enemy.

Even so, quite a few Catanians still suffered setbacks at the hands of Choming.

They always thought they could gain an advantage through assassination, but little did they know that Cui Ming was already used to such methods.

The first person to consider assassinating Choi Myung was the Yapool. During that period, Choi Myung had to kill an average of one Yapool assassin who came to ambush him every day. In the end, the Yapool almost crossed Choi Myung's name off their assassination list because they simply couldn't afford to pay the price.

The second person who tried to sabotage Cui Ming was the assassin alien Nackle, who claimed to be the number one assassin in the universe. What happened?

I understand everything I understand.

Therefore, the methods used by the Katan aliens were utterly insignificant in Cui Ming's eyes. What they considered a surprise attack was entirely within Cui Ming's expectations. Those high-temperature flames, blinding rays, and poisonous fumes were not even enough to make Cui Ming frown, let alone succeed.

The Catan people once thought their assassination methods were flawless, but when faced with Cui Ming, their wishful thinking failed time and time again.

On one occasion, a Catan alien possessed the owner of the general store that Trevor frequented. It plotted to poison Trevor's food when he came to buy things, and then, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, breathe on him with high-temperature flames and turn him to ashes.

That day, Cui Ming walked into the general store as usual. The owner, disguised as a Catan alien, wore a fake smile and handed over a can of poison hidden inside. Cui Ming took the can, his gaze sweeping over the owner's eyes. In that instant, the Catan alien felt a chill run down its spine. Before it could react, Cui Ming suddenly struck, an energy dagger that had appeared out of nowhere plunging into the "owner's" chest. The Catan alien didn't even have time to scream before being shredded to pieces by the energy released from the dagger.

After finishing the task, Cui Ming acted very casually. He paid the bill and said, "The prices are all wrong. Are you planning to assassinate me?" With that, he casually tossed the poisoned can aside and left the grocery store without looking back.

On another occasion, a group of Catanians plotted an even more complex assassination. They controlled a heavy truck loaded with bombs, intending to cause a car crash on Cui Ming's usual route, resulting in mutual destruction. When Cui Ming's car came into view, the Catan driver slammed on the gas, and the truck sped towards them like a runaway horse. But Cui Ming seemed to have anticipated this; his vehicle suddenly swerved, avoiding a head-on collision. Immediately afterward, Cui Ming leaned out of the window, his portable shotgun aimed at the truck. The Catan driver's eyes widened in terror, trying to unleash a blinding blast, but it was too late. Cui Ming pulled the trigger, and a hail of shotgun shells instantly struck the truck. The violent explosion sent the truck flying into the air, and the Catan driver was obliterated in the blast.

Even worse, a Catan alien sneaked into Cui Ming's hotel room while he was asleep during a business trip. It cautiously approached the bed, its left hand gathering blinding poison, intending to blind Cui Ming the moment he opened his eyes and then end his life with intense flames. Just as it was about to strike, Cui Ming seemed to awaken from a deep sleep, rolled over, and pressed a specially made stun gun against the Catan alien's head. Before the Catan could react, it was struck by the powerful electric current from the stun gun, its body convulsing, and it instantly lost consciousness.
Looking at the Catan alien lying paralyzed on the ground, Ming said disdainfully, "You Catan aliens, is this all you've got? Don't even try to assassinate me." With that, he kicked the Catan alien's corpse aside, lay back down on the bed, and continued to snore, as if everything that had just happened was just a minor incident.

Take that bus ride, for example. The moment Cui Ming boarded, he sensed something was wrong—among the passengers, seven had deliberately shifty eyes, their fingertips subtly gathering power. He leisurely found a window seat, listening to soothing music in his headphones, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents around him. The instant the bus entered the tunnel and the carriage plunged into darkness, the seven Katan aliens attacked simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of intense flames, blinding rays, and poisonous smoke towards Cui Ming.

But Cui Ming seemed to have calculated the trajectory beforehand. He leaned slightly to avoid the flames, and at the same time, his right hand seemingly casually reached into his pocket. Seven specially made flying needles shot out silently, accurately piercing the energy cores of each Katan alien. They didn't even groan before slumping softly onto their seats. As soon as the light from the tunnel exit shone into the carriage, Cui Ming had already gotten up and walked to the door. As he pressed the door open button, his fingertip lightly pressed on the handrail—it was the miniature bomb detonator he had placed beforehand. The door opened, and he stepped off the bus. A loud "boom" followed behind him as the bus exploded into a fireball in the tunnel. He had already walked into the breakfast shop on the corner and said to the owner, "Soy milk and fried dough sticks, extra sugar, please."

On another occasion, in an underground parking lot, three Catan aliens disguised as security guards surrounded him under the pretext of "checking identification." Cui Ming's movements as he pulled out his identification were slow, almost like a motion in slow motion. Just as the aliens thought he could use the opportunity to release poison gas, he flicked his wrist, and his ID holder transformed into a sharp dagger. With a slash to the left and right, followed by a stab, the three Catan aliens collapsed, clutching their necks, their blood not even splattering on his coat. He sheathed the dagger, gave an "OK" sign to the security camera, then walked to his car. As he opened the door, he casually pressed the parking lot's fire alarm. Amidst the piercing siren, he started the car and drove away, the sprinkler system behind him spraying water, perfectly concealing the bloodstains on the ground, as if it had just been a routine fire drill.

Once, in a movie theater, two Catan aliens in the row behind him planned to attack during the film's climax—one prepared to breathe fire, the other to shoot a beam. Cui Ming, seemingly engrossed in the plot, suddenly leaned back in his seat, narrowly avoiding the attack. He turned to the two "audience members," smiled, and offered them popcorn with his left hand: "Want some? Freshly made." Taking advantage of their momentary lapse in attention, he smashed the bottom of his drink cup into their temples with his right hand, then pierced them with his pen, bursting them apart!

A fountain pen! (End of Chapter)