Superman's End Manual

Even worse, some guns got stuck in spider webs, causing them to explode and cripple one of their hands.

Outside the club, pedestrians walked through the rain with umbrellas on the street. The sharp gunshots that kept coming from the Black Tengu Club were drowned out by the patter of rain and the noise of music and advertisements.

Finally, after a round of gunfire subsided, the host club fell into a brief silence. Most of the hosts had been disarmed by the spiderweb, and the remaining ones, knowing that shooting at him was useless, stopped firing.

All the male prostitutes found cover and peeked out to observe the situation outside.

Someone was changing magazines with a "click-click" sound, but a spider web shot fired by Ke Mingye stuck his arm and the gun to the ground.

He struggled with all his might, but the spider web remained motionless.

Ke Mingye grabbed the spider silk stuck to the chandelier with his right hand, hanging upside down from the ceiling. He slowly looked around, and everyone's eyes were now on him.

"I'm these three's bodyguard. For my sake, can we please refrain from using knives and guns? That's so rude, isn't it?"

He paused, sighed impatiently, and changed to a more direct approach.

"Okay, what I mean is, if you don't give me face, then I'll just kill all of you idiots, understand?"

The male prostitutes stood frozen in place, utterly silent.

They couldn't understand what Ke Mingye was saying, but they were all stunned by the composure in his tone. Was this the expression of someone who had just survived a hail of bullets?

Ke Mingye suddenly realized that they couldn't understand Chinese, so he turned to look at the anti-dog.

"You cultured person, please translate this."

Behind the wave-like curtain formed by the orange peel, the anti-dog spoke in Japanese: "He said he had offended you, but he didn't actually mean to oppose you. However, it was really impolite of you to open fire without warning."

Seeing that the anti-dog had started translating, Ke Mingye glanced at the mist pouring into the room from a pipe in the corner of the ceiling and said, "Also, don't even think about your damn suppressive spray. We are not superhumans, much less mutants."

The anti-dog translated his words and said in Japanese: "Inhibitors are useless against us. We are not superhumans."

"Make that blond guy in the photo come out right now, or I'll smash this shop up."

As Ke Mingye spoke, he shot a spider silk towards the photo of "Number One Male Host" on the bar, casually pulled it into his hand, and spun around upside down in mid-air so that all the male hosts could see the photo clearly.

The anti-dog said in Japanese, "We're just looking for someone. We've shown you the photo. If we really can't find them, then we'll take our leave."

The two men sang in unison, causing the male escorts in the club to exchange bewildered glances, their whispers echoing in every corner.

"If they're not superhumans, then why do they have this ability?"

"Is he a psychic? Gene inhibitors and ability inhibitors have no effect on psychics."

"Anyway, let's call the assistant store manager out first; that man is too strange."

As they were whispering, a tall, thin young man in a bartender's uniform, with shoulder-length blond hair and sunglasses, slowly walked out from behind the bar, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"I need to speak with them privately. You guys clean up the broken glasses, replace the broken wallpaper if necessary, and get the bar back to normal within a day. We're closed for the night."

The blond-haired youth spoke methodically, picking up a cigarette from his mouth and exhaling smoke.

Upon hearing this, the other male escorts in the club put away their guns, got up from behind cover, and went about their business as if nothing had happened, and the bar continued to operate.

"Isn't this fine..."

As Ke Mingye spoke, he released the spider web, flipped over from the ceiling, and landed on the club floor.

The wave-like blade in Orange Peel's hand did not disintegrate. He was worried that the male prostitutes might suddenly change their minds, so he covered Fan Quan and Qing Meng as they walked towards the blond man.

The four followed the blond man into a private room inside the club.

The blond man turned on the light, sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed, and looked up at them.

"Tell me, how did you find me?"

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(End of this chapter)

Chapter 84 The People Who Stayed, Cooperation Application

Inside a private room at the host club, Ke Mingye stood expressionless in the corner, striking a pose befitting a bodyguard, while playing Snake on his spare phone.

Anti-Dog sat down opposite the top male host and recounted in Japanese how his hacker friend had exposed him.

"Is that so..." The top male escort took a drag of his cigarette, his reaction calm. "Then it seems I wasn't careful enough, which allowed your people to find the flaw. So what do you want?"

“Before I answer, I have a question,” Antidog said.

"what is the problem?"

Does the organization know you're a player?

“Of course I know, and I will introduce you to them as well,” said the top male escort.

Antidog continued, "Won't there be any sense of rejection? After all, players and superhumans are similar in nature."

"After working with them on several missions, they basically accepted my presence."

Anti-Dog nodded: "Okay, let's continue our previous topic. We came here to make friends with you."

"Why did you specifically seek me out?"

"Your spawn point is within an anti-superhuman organization, and you're even the deputy leader of a branch. Your importance is self-evident," Anti-Dog said slowly. "And we are a team of players, completely aligned with your position. Befriending us will be beneficial to both you and the anti-superhuman organization behind you."

"What if I say no?"

The top male escort, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, asked in a deep, muffled voice.

"You can refuse, but I'll come back again." Anti-Dog said expressionlessly. "I hope you're good at assessing the situation and can clearly judge the current circumstances. You know nothing about us, while we not only know the details of your organization but also your identity. If we expose your identity to the Japanese branch of the Superhero Association, then..."

The top male host interrupted him, "It seems you haven't given me any choice. Let me introduce you and your three friends. I'll take you to meet the leader of the Tokyo branch of the Tengu Front another day. Black Tengu is just a small branch; the main network of the organization is located in Roppongi, Minato Ward, Tokyo."

Anti-Dog began introducing them one by one. He pointed at Ke Mingye: "Spider Man." Then he pointed at Qingmeng: "Punk Girl." Finally, he pointed at Orange Peel: "This one is called Orange Peel. He can be a male escort here. I've already thought of a stage name: 'Rotten Orange,' a rotten orange. Doesn't that sound like a male escort?"

Was he an orphan?

The top male escort asked thoughtfully, wondering how this guy called Anti-Dog could betray his teammates so quickly, and whether there was a trap involved.

Anti-Dog shook his head. "No, but in this day and age, no one cares about an ordinary college student who has gone missing. He will stay here as a member of our Ministry of Foreign Affairs to show our sincerity. If you need to do dungeons or carry out 'Tengu Front' missions, or if the host club is short-handed, you can bring him along."

He paused for a moment: "But you have to prepare an identity for him, and at the same time, put on some makeup for him to avoid being recognized by tourists from China. If the next day there is a scandal about a missing Chinese college student being found working as a host in Kabukicho, Japan, it will not be good for your situation."

"Don't worry about that, hiding someone's identity is quite simple," said the top male escort.

"what are you guys saying?"

He scratched his cheek with the orange peel, a warm smile on his face.

He couldn't understand Japanese, but he felt that the two people's reactions were strange, and they kept glancing at him, as if he had been sold out.

"It's nothing," said the anti-dog.

In the conversation just now, he revealed that they have a top hacker on their side. In the future, the top male escort will definitely be on guard and will not allow the censor to control their movements so easily through the surveillance footage.

Therefore, the anti-dog organization needs someone to stay in this anti-superhuman organization called "Tengu Front" to observe their every move. Otherwise, it is impossible to verify the authenticity of the information provided by the top male host through the friend panel alone.

Only orange peel met this requirement, so we had no choice but to let him play.

The top male escort continued, "Will you be staying here for a while?"

“No, we might come over once a week, or sometimes longer. So let’s add each other as friends and stay in touch.” Anti-Dog said, sending a friend request to the number one male escort.

The top male escort took a drag of his cigarette, accepted the friend request, and then looked up at Orange Peel. "Did this Orange Peel ever work in a bar before?"

"should not."

“Then he needs some proper training.” The top male escort said, glancing at Orange Peel’s handsome face. “He has good physical attributes; he’s got the makings of a male escort.”

Ke Mingye looked completely bewildered and turned to say, "You cultured man, your colonel's words are like 'red bean mud snuff'!"

The anti-dog came to his side and whispered in his ear his conversation with the number one male escort.

"Damn, you're really not human."

Ke Mingye gasped, looking at the orange peel with a face full of sympathy.

Orange Peel squinted and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Uh, if you don't understand, just ask. What's the current situation? Why are you all looking at me?"

The anti-dog ignored him and asked Ke Mingye, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"I have no opinion."

"And what about you?" Fan Quan looked at Qing Meng again.

Qingmeng shrugged. "Why are you asking me about men's affairs? Do you expect me to dress up as a man and become a gigolo?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Quan walked to the left of the orange peel, took a deep breath, and solemnly put his arm around his left shoulder; Ke Mingye also walked to his right with a deep expression and forcefully put his arm around his right shoulder.

The two of them, one after the other, attacked from both sides, recounting the contract they had just reached with the top male escort to Orange Peel like a stand-up comedian.

At first, the orange peel was all smiles, but then it gradually realized something was wrong, and the smile on its face slowly froze.

"Wait, but I don't speak Japanese." He quickly made up an excuse.

Anti-Dog comforted him, saying, "The Japanese you learn from anime is enough. You can catch up on the rest later. The 50 sounds are very simple. Japanese is a relatively easy language to learn."

Ke Mingye patted him on the shoulder, "Believe me, Orange Peel Bro, with your handsome face, you'll be the top male escort at the Black Tengu Club in six months."

“That’s a good idea,” Anti-Dog said. “Even if we fail to exterminate superhumans a year from now, at least you’ve seen all kinds of women in this flowery environment, so this trip won’t be a complete waste.”

Orange Peel covered her face and sighed, "Okay... I'll try my best."

"Have you two reached an agreement?" the top male escort asked.