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Eddie is numb.

Is this never going to end?

One after another.

First, there was that guy called "Big Bird" who coordinated with a bunch of snipers, and now this weirdo who I don't know what is is coming up here. Why are they all staring at each other as soon as they come up?

He stood there, hands in his pockets, head tilted back, looking up at the sky, his posture as dashing as if he were in a poster.

But only he knew that he hadn't chosen this position.

His abilities are indeed amazing: super-fast movement and super-high defense. Theoretically, as long as the opponent doesn't have a particular counter to him, he is confident that he can fight anyone one-on-one.

Of course, this is all on the premise that it is not restrained; if it is restrained, it will end up like this.

You can't move when someone is watching you.

And now, for some reason, Eddie could even feel that hundreds of thousands of eyes were staring at him.

Hundreds of thousands!

Yorn stood three meters behind Eddie. On the surface, he was a thin man wearing a tattered hoodie, but in reality, every inch of his skin was covered in worms.

He stared at Eddie's back, his gaze shifting from wariness to confusion.

His two all-out thrusts had no effect, and he had assumed that his opponent was so overwhelmed by his strength that they didn't even bother to turn around.

But this posture... hands in pockets, head tilted back looking at the sky, remaining completely still from beginning to end.

Taiichi remained motionless.

Even if it doesn't hurt, a normal person who is ambushed will instinctively turn their head to look.

Not even a muscle twitch? Unless...

Yorn took two steps closer.

Eddie caught a glimpse of a blurry shadow out of the corner of his eye, which was coming around from the side.

He tried to turn his head, but the muscles in his neck wouldn't budge. He tried to open his mouth to curse, but he couldn't move his mouth at all.

Yorn moved around to face him.

The two people are facing each other.

Jon tilted his head and looked at him for three seconds, then stretched out a hand and poked Eddie's forehead with his index finger.

It wasn't a strong push; it was just a tentative strike.

Eddie's body remained completely still.

Jorn's eyes lit up.

He waved his hand in front of Eddie.

Eddie's pupils reflected the hand covered in insect eggs, his eyeballs motionless, like a prosthetic eye.

Jon smiled.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!!!"

Laughter echoed through the ruins, and a few startled insects flew off his face and landed back down.

"You beast, you really can't move?"

broken!

Eddie saw the face made up of countless insects approach him. Each insect's carapace gleamed with a greasy, dark light, its tentacles wriggled, and its mouthparts opened and closed, emitting a mixture of putrid and sour odors, so strong that he could even detect a sewer smell within it.

And there was nothing he could do.

Why hasn't that bastard Lucas come back yet?!

Where's the promised partnership? Where's the promised camaraderie? I'm standing here like a statue, where are you?!

And what's wrong with this bastard? How can it look so disgusting?

Yorn gave him a tentative push.

Eddie's body was as steady as if it were welded to the ground; he couldn't be moved.

Jon kicked him again.

"The defenses are still in place."

Jon withdrew his foot and muttered to himself.

He circled Eddie twice, like he was visiting an exhibition.

"You were one of the four superhumans who vandalized my house, weren't you?"

Jorn's tone suddenly became calm, abnormally calm.

Eddie heard it.

What do you mean by smashing a house? He was arrested and killed there. They went there to kill people. Who would just sit around smashing houses for fun?

Can you please say something that I can understand?

Eddie was still screaming inside, but the next second, he saw the other person's hand reach towards his collar.

?

The insect-shaped fingers pinched the zipper of the coat and pulled it down.

! !

Eddie's brain went through four stages in 0.3 seconds: confusion, bewilderment, shock, and fear.

What are you trying to do?!

The zipper was pulled all the way down.

Jon pulled his coat off his shoulders, but because Eddie's body was completely stiff and he couldn't lift his arms, Jon struggled a bit, like taking off the clothes of a statue.

The coat fell to the ground.

Then there are the T-shirts inside.

Yorn rolled the fabric up from his waist, but it got stuck under his armpits. He impatiently yanked it, and the fabric made a tearing sound.

Eddie's state of mind at this moment is beyond description with normal vocabulary.

He has been through a lot.

His wife's death, the true colors of the insurance company, and the madness he displayed when he went on a killing spree with Lucas.

But nothing terrified him more than this moment.

His current situation made him think of something...

The short films from the cherry blossom area are the kind where the protagonist is tied up and can't do anything but watch helplessly as the other person does whatever they want.

Yamei!

No, I'm a man!

Please, stop this.

At this moment, Jon felt more helpless than ever before.

Even the main characters in movies can at least shout a few times, but he can't even shout now.

Lucas, you bastard, why aren't you back yet?!

He was watching a big game and then suddenly had to go buy coffee. What a nutcase!

At this moment, Yorn's hand had already reached for his belt.

Eddie felt his soul screaming.

The pants were pulled down.

Fortunately, Jon had no interest in "watching"; he was highly efficient and nothing could distract him.

After stripping him bare, Yorn stepped back and examined the naked "statue" before him.

He looked very satisfied.

Actually, he still wanted to perform some strange surgery on one of the culprits who destroyed his house. According to some myths and legends he had read, in some countries, men would be castrated and then sent to serve something called an "emperor".

It's a pity he couldn't break through Eddie's defenses, otherwise Eddie could have become an immortal.

With a sigh, Yorn controlled a swarm of insects and brought a metal bucket, not large, but just big enough to fit Eddie in his current state.

Eddie looked at the bucket, unsure whether to say it was good or bad.

Fortunately, what he imagined didn't happen; unfortunately, what was about to happen was not what he wanted to see.

Jon put the bucket on the ground and then lifted Eddie's body up.

It can be lifted.

Although it can't be pushed or kicked, it can be moved as a whole.

Eddie's ability is to lock his own movement; external forces can forcibly displace his entire body without restriction.

Its body is rigid, but it can be moved like a piece of furniture.

Eddie was stuffed into the bucket.

They then controlled the insects to carry several bags of cement.

I don't know which construction site it came from; the label on the bag is still very new.

Eddie looked at the bags of cement and finally understood.

Yorn opened the bag and poured the dry cement powder into the bucket.

They brought water again.

Stir.

The gray mud slowly submerged Eddie's knees, waist, and chest.

His body was enveloped in cold, rough cement that was slowly hardening.

Jon stood by the barrel and laughed.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"But you can stay inside and wait for the cement to dry, and you'll be a statue."

After saying that, Yorn kicked the bucket over, and the bucket, along with the person inside and the not-yet-dried cement, was all kicked into the sewer by Yorn.

"Bye-Bye."