Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

How far can life go for itself? Just like the Moon Starman Onibamba is now proving with his actions—to survive, he'll desperately chug down even the most unpalatable liquor. He's holding the bottle, tilting his head back and drinking heavily, the liquor dripping from his lip and down his neck, soaking his tattered clothes, but his eyes are fixed on Cui Ming not far away, as if afraid that the other party might suddenly change his mind and attack.

Spurred by the exorbitant commissions on alcohol sales, the male escorts pulled out all the stops. Some brought out entire cases of whiskey and displayed them in a grand display, while others sang praises to the singers with fruit platters in hand. Some even broke into dances to cheer them on, constantly shouting, "Come on, grandma! Drink slowly, we guarantee you'll drink your fill today! Drink until you're happy!" Their enthusiasm made it seem as if the people in front of them weren't strange alien visitors, but rather gods of wealth who could double their sales.

Under the combined effects of alcohol and psychological stress, the Moon Starman quickly succumbed. Its eyes began to glaze over, its head swayed, and the glass in its hand nearly slipped from its grasp and shattered several times. Finally, it collapsed onto the table with a thud—drunk.

Perhaps it was the intoxication that made it lose its senses, or perhaps the enthusiastic shouts of the male prostitutes distracted it, but Cui Ming, while it was drunk, secretly gave the foreman a wink, signaling him to add something to the drink. It didn't see this at all.

Finally, under the effects of the special medicine designed for aliens, the Moon-like alien, who had been muttering "Stop forcing me... I can still drink...", tilted his head to the side and became completely still, falling into a deep coma.

Cui Ming looked at the "old woman" lying motionless on the table and gave the male prostitutes a "done" gesture.

Good, very good. To deal with this kind of guy, physical attacks combined with chemical attacks are indeed the most effective.

Then Cui Ming took out his communicator and said, "The person's taken care of, come and take her away." A few minutes later, the eight-foot-tall woman strode into the host club. As soon as she entered, the hosts, who had been somewhat nervous and curious, instantly fell silent and stood obediently to the side, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The eight-foot-tall woman exuded an innate, eerie pressure that was simply too strong. Her long, black hair swayed gently as if it were alive, and a cold glint would occasionally flash through the strands that obscured her face, making the surrounding air seem to drop several degrees. She walked straight to the unconscious Ruyue alien, bent down, and stretched out her pale hand, easily lifting the "old woman" up. Her movements were light and airy, yet carried an irresistible force.

Seeing this, Cui Ming gestured to the foreman with his chin: "Alright, thanks for your cooperation. And next time, you'd better make sure your drinks are up to standard, understand?" After saying that, he followed the eight-foot-tall woman out.

The male escorts watched them leave, only daring to breathe a sigh of relief after the shop door closed. They looked at each other, their faces all saying, "Finally, it's over." Those few minutes had been more nerve-wracking than dealing with ten difficult customers. After all, they probably wouldn't encounter this kind of situation—dealing with aliens, killing gods, and monsters—again in their lives.

However, the manager was very happy because a lot of wine was sold in this batch.

Storm One is such a good person!!!

On the higher-ups' side, when they learned that Storm One had successfully captured a live alien, the conference room erupted in cheers, everyone's faces beaming with excitement. The official in charge of extraterrestrial affairs slammed his fist on the table excitedly: "Great! Now we finally have a live one to study properly!"

However, someone quickly poured cold water on the idea: "It's a pity that invasive research like dissections can't be done according to regulations, otherwise we might have discovered a lot of secrets about extraterrestrials from it." Upon hearing this, the excitement in the conference room subsided slightly, and many people showed expressions of regret.

But everyone quickly rallied, and the leader cleared his throat and said, "No matter what, we still have to thank Cui Ming for capturing it alive. It's okay if we can't dissect it; we'll send out our best interrogation experts to have a good chat with it. We'll surely get some useful information, such as which planet it comes from, what its purpose is in coming to Earth, and whether it has any other accomplices, etc."

Everyone nodded in agreement and began a lively discussion about the interrogation plan and its subsequent resettlement. After all, capturing a living, intelligent alien was a rare opportunity for them to understand the cosmic situation and guard against extraterrestrial threats.

As for dissections and such, no one would dare to do anything reckless. After all, the universe is a deep and complex place, and who knows if this alien from the Moon Realm has any powerful backers? Besides, if things go too far, and Ultraman gets upset and speaks out in his favor, that's not something the higher-ups can handle.

"Be careful when you interrogate him. This alien is strange. Don't be fooled by his sweet talk," Cui Ming specifically instructed the guards as he handed the Ruyue alien over.

"Yes! Don't worry! We will keep a close watch on them and question them carefully!" The staff immediately stood at attention and saluted, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

After handing over the Kisaragi alien, Cui Ming and the eight-foot-tall woman returned to the Sett team base. As soon as they entered, they saw Vice Captain Aragaki greet them with admiration on his face: "Captain, you guys are amazing! You caught an alien after just one patrol. That's incredibly efficient!"

Looking at Cui Ming, Aragaki couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "The captain is truly amazing! Others struggle to capture alien invaders, but he just casually went out for a stroll and brought one back, as easily as shopping. With a captain like that, the Seth team's fighting power is definitely different."

"It's nothing, just a small matter." Cui Ming waved his hand, his tone carrying his usual composure, as if capturing an alien was as simple as picking up a leaf. He picked up the teacup on the table, about to drink, when Miri rushed in, her face full of anxiety.

"Something terrible has happened! Choi! Something's happened! Something really terrible has happened!" Miri's voice trembled slightly, clearly she was extremely anxious.

"..." Cui Ming silently put down his teacup, his relaxed expression instantly vanishing, and his eyes sharpening.

"What's wrong? Tell me slowly," he asked in a deep voice, a bad feeling already creeping into his heart.

"That old hag you just caught... that Kisaragi alien, she escaped, but not completely," Misato said breathlessly, her words coming out in fits and starts.

"What do you mean?" Cui Ming frowned. What did it mean that they didn't completely escape? Did they get caught halfway through, or did something else go wrong after they escaped? This vague explanation only made him more uneasy. Aragaki also came over, his face full of confusion, clearly not understanding what "escaped but not completely" meant either. Misato quickly explained, her face showing a wry smile: "It's like this, that Kisaragi alien was given a lot of alcohol, and now he's probably drunk and acting crazy!"

She paused, her tone tinged with helplessness: "And now, somehow she's run off to the training ground and is chasing after someone in the mountains, shouting, 'Handsome boy, don't run away, have a couple of drinks with me!'"

Upon hearing this, both Cui Ming and Huang Yuan were stunned. Neither of them had expected this turn of events—what was initially thought to be an emergency involving a prison break had turned into a drunken disturbance.

Araki couldn't help but suppress a laugh: "By the way, Yamanaka, Team Tucker was resting today, right? How come he's being treated like a 'handsome young man'?"

Cui Ming sighed, rubbing his forehead. He picked up the teacup he had just put down and took a big gulp. "Drunk and disorderly? Chasing after people? This alien is quite down-to-earth." He stood up. "Let's go see what this farce is about. We can't let her run wild in the base."

Just moments ago, the Ruyue alien was being chased and beaten, but now he's transformed into a drunkard chasing after his teammates. This change in style is too abrupt; even Cui Ming, who's seen it all, finds it somewhat outrageous.

But they must be very happy in the mountains, right?

At least this time, it wasn't a male who liked him.

Meanwhile, on the other side...
On the training track, Shan Zhong sprinted with all his might, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, almost bursting out of his throat. He could clearly hear the approaching footsteps behind him, and that chilling shout: "Handsome boy, don't run! Let Grandma take a good look at you!"

The old woman, transformed from a lunar alien, was relentlessly pursuing him, her back hunched. Despite her advanced age, her speed was astonishing; her withered fingers flailed wildly in the air, as if she were about to pounce and grab him at any moment. What filled Yamanaka with despair was that, through the reflection in the glass beside him, he could clearly see the old woman's expression—a strange smile playing on her lips, an odd glint in her eyes, and a face full of ravenous desire, as if he weren't a living person, but a delicious meal she had longed for.

"Help! Someone save me!" His voice was choked with sobs. He felt like his legs were about to break, and his lungs were throbbing with pain. But the old woman behind him was like a leech, and no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't shake off her eerie presence.

The team members around her wanted to help, but were intimidated by the eerie aura emanating from the old woman, and could only anxiously shout from the sidelines. Looking at the wall drawing ever closer, a deep despair welled up inside Shan Zhong: It's over, this time I'm really going to be captured by this terrifying old woman! Her eyes...it's like she wants to devour me alive! This is more terrifying than facing countless murderers!!!
"Hahahaha! Handsome boy! I'm here!!!!" The old woman, transformed from a lunar alien, let out a sharp and eerie laugh, a laugh that sounded like fingernails scraping against glass, sending chills down one's spine. She no longer resembled a human old woman at all; like an aberrant species, she crawled on all fours, using both hands and feet to quickly pursue him, her withered fingers scraping the ground with a harsh, grating sound, her speed even faster than when she was running.

"Hehehe..." She chuckled stickily as she climbed, her cloudy eyes fixed on the mountains ahead, suspicious drool hanging from the corner of her mouth, and the wrinkles on her face twisted together with excessive excitement. Her drooling appearance was more terrifying than the roar of any monster.

"Help!!!" The voice in the mountains was already choked with sobs. He glanced back at the "strange old woman" behind him and was terrified. The scene was the most horrifying thing he had ever seen in his life—a kind old woman was chasing him in such a bizarre way, her greed and madness in her eyes coiling around his heart like a venomous snake.

Despair overwhelmed his reason like a tidal wave. He stared at the thick wall ahead, only one thought in his mind: Run! He had to get out! Even if he had to smash through the wall, he had to escape! He suddenly closed his eyes and used the last bit of strength in his body to rush towards the wall. With a loud "boom," bricks and stones flew everywhere. He actually managed to smash through the wall and scrambled into the open space outside. The eerie laughter and scraping sounds behind him still followed closely.

Although Shan Zhong struggled with all his might, waving his arms to try and break free from the withered yet incredibly strong hand, his resistance seemed utterly futile against the drunken, madman Ruyue. Unfortunately, he was one step behind; the moment his wrist was gripped tightly, he knew he couldn't escape. The icy, bone-chilling touch spread throughout his body, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Hehehe, handsome young man, I've finally caught you~" The old woman, transformed from a moon-like alien, let out a strange laugh and dragged the struggling mountain man toward the nearby storage room.

The mountain's feet left deep scratches on the ground, and it kept shouting, "Let me go! Help!", but its body was being dragged by a tremendous force, and it was unable to resist at all.

He was then forcibly dragged into that dark, damp little room, and the door was slammed shut with a bang, cutting off all light and sound from the outside.

In the darkness, only the rapid breathing from the mountains and the faint, eerie laughter coming from outside the door could be heard. Despair instantly engulfed him.

Maya stood not far away, watching helplessly as Shanzhong was dragged away, utterly powerless like a helpless husband. She wanted to rush to help, but her legs felt like lead, and she could only watch as the door to the small dark room closed. An overwhelming sense of powerlessness suffocated her, and finally, she could only let out a heart-wrenching scream: "No! Shanzhong!!!" Her voice was filled with pain and despair, but it couldn't penetrate the tightly closed door.

Poor Maya
She's used to it.
She felt that it would have been better to have been killed by the Metron aliens back then.
this.
This matter.
Why.
By the time Cui Ming and his men arrived, it was already too late.
Anyway, there was the sound of a pile driver inside the house!

"Is anyone still alive in the mountains?"

Cui Ming asked, his head aching.

This is so bizarre, it's giving me a headache, a real headache.
Rescuing people is proving to be a bit complicated right now.
Who knows what that Moon-like alien might do? (End of Chapter)