Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Sang Mei, who was by no means a kind person, immediately struck the other person's chin with her forehead and slapped him across the face as soon as she came to her senses.

The two started fighting as soon as they began, and the handsome guy started to break them up.

In Sang Mei's eyes, this was like adding fuel to the fire. "You little bitch, you didn't stop me when you were beating me up, but now that I'm beating her up, you're trying to break us up?"

Sang Mei, whose fighting power was extremely fierce, immediately slapped the other party across the face.

For a teenager who is particularly concerned about his image, this slap was nothing short of a serious provocation.

Sangmei was no match for someone who was 1.8 meters tall, strong, and in a state of rage.

He was brutally beaten by the two of them for a few seconds.

A roar from the bottom of his heart stopped the two men from fighting, leaving Sang Mei both surprised and delighted.

"Stop! Don't even think about bullying my precious daughter, Sangmei!!!"

Chapter 268 Kill them all

Although Jerry's fighting ability did not suddenly increase significantly, on the contrary, he was hit more often and fought back less when he rushed in.

But when he stood up without hesitation to protect Sangmei, she was completely moved.

At this moment, even though she was in pain all over her body, she felt the family affection that she had longed for for so long, so long that she had despaired and thought she would never see again.

"dad!"

A heartfelt greeting from the bottom of his heart gave Jerry, who was lying on the ground being beaten, an endless source of strength.

That was my precious daughter pleading for help!

At this moment, Jerry, whose adrenaline was surging wildly, had lost all feeling of pain. He seized an opportunity, dodged the other person's foot, then hugged him tightly and stood up between the other person's legs.

When his opponent lost his balance, he seized the opportunity, sat on his opponent's waist and abdomen, and punched him repeatedly.

Jerry continued beating Beth, who had changed her clothes, and rushed over to pull him away. Only then did Jerry, who had shown extraordinary bravery for the first time in his life, stop.

Looking around at the onlookers, Jerry, dressed only in his underwear, pointed at Sangmei and roared at the crowd, "Everyone remember this!!! This is my daughter, Jerry Smith's daughter!!! Anyone who dares to lay a hand on her! I'll twist their head off and hang it on the church wall!!!"

"Remember this! Anyone who disagrees is welcome to try!!!"

"See if I do anything to you and that's it!"

"dad!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sangmei rushed up and hugged Jerry. Her body was covered in bruises, and she cried very emotionally.

After all these years, finally someone in this family cares about me!

At this moment, Jerry, who had just come to his senses from the excitement, was hugged tightly by Sangmei and immediately winced in pain. However, when his eyes fell on his beloved daughter, he couldn't bear to push her away.

So Jerry, who wanted to go back and put on some pants but didn't want to just let Sangmei go, could only keep a gritted-teeth, furrowed-brows, and pursed-lips expression as he took Sangmei back home.

When the three returned home.

On Morty's side, after four hours of observation and a long conversation with the tough guy Rick, he finally discovered the problem.

"I told you! There was definitely a problem! They're too kind! That's the problem! How could they be so kind!"

Standing in front of Morty, Tzeentch, who had been specially summoned, stared at Morty's smug face with an ugly expression. If what he said hadn't been the truth, she would have already started yelling at him.

Of course, while he can't directly refute Morty, Tzeentch can still internally criticize him.

Indeed, people see the world through the lens of their own character; those with a dark heart will doubt even the best things.

[Ha! You scoundrel, don't let me catch you making a mistake next time!]

However, Morty's relentless pace also made Tzeentch quite unhappy.

If you make a sarcastic remark or two, I have nothing to say. But if you keep making sarcastic remarks, then I'm going to retaliate!

I can't stand Morty's jerk attitude; he never seems to know when to shut up.

Tzeentch immediately launched into a sarcastic remark, not forgetting to add that someone's memory was not just bad, it was extremely bad!

"Alright, alright, so someone spent some time playing around with Marvel, forgot about something, and now they've finally remembered what they forgot. Is that something to brag about?"

"You're deliberately creating difficulties even when there aren't any, just to force yourself to face them."

"What's worse is that someone's amnesia is contagious, even dragging Grandpa, who's so smart, into a ditch. You still dare to say you're not toxic?"

Morty, who was just smug, had his smile freeze instantly, as hard as concrete, after being dissed by Tzeentch.

Because the two of them didn't intend to avoid talking to Rick, the muscular man.

Sitting in a chair, Rick, a muscular man with a goofy hairstyle, quietly moved his chair a little distance away from Morty.

It's not that he's cowardly or afraid.

Rather, he genuinely felt that this Morty in front of him was toxic.

But it's not the kind of poison in a broad sense; it only refers to people and things associated with him. It seems that in the end, they will generally cause some kind of trouble.

It would be impossible for Grandpa, P850, to be unknown in the multiverse.

In his youth, he was almost identical to C137 in some ways.

The difference is that C137 prefers to take action, is less concerned about other things, and is the kind of person who lives for the moment and is crazy to an extreme.

He prefers to use his brain more, well... that's about it...

Because compared to C137, who fought his way through from start to finish and single-handedly made himself one of the top three most wanted criminals in the Galactic Empire.

Grandpa seemed much more mysterious.

After he was established in Ruicheng, he joined the Morty Research Institute there. As for what he did before, the only clues he left behind can be found in some strange deaths.

But overall, this guy is incredibly intelligent in terms of tactics and strategy, so he shouldn't have forgotten anything.

But this time he really forgot about it!

He forgot about the negative status... Ugh, that thing's name is really hard to pronounce, and its effects are truly disgusting, especially after the Great Benevolent Grandpa's modifications; it's become someone who disgusts all of the multiverses...

Rick, the tough guy, knew he hadn't seen much technology, but he knew that anyone who could develop large-scale technologies to address all the different connections between the brain and the mind was a real expert.

They can't possibly be noobs.

Yeah, this guy's naming skills are really bad...

Unfavorable condition...

What the hell is this "bad state"? It's clearly about eliminating the evil side of human nature!

"So, did you get this silly hairstyle after your evil side was removed, or were you always like this from the beginning?"

He heard two people who were originally dissing each other ask him questions at the same time.

Rick, the muscular man, looked up, scratched his incredibly smooth, goofy-looking hair, and said in a slightly exasperated tone, "When you came, didn't we agree not to ask about me? Why are you asking now?"

Clearly defeated by Tzeentch's barrage of sarcastic remarks and dissing, Morty, who was trying to change the subject, declared that this matter was very important! Extremely important!

Even more important than sound waves in a bad state!

Because everyone in Rick thinks they're cool.

There aren't many Ricks willing to sport a goofy hairstyle!

So...

"Get lost. Changing the subject isn't done like that. So, have you thought about what you're going to do next?"

"I know, let's just kill everyone from the Shadow Group on this planet first!"

"What???"

Chapter 269 The Black Pyramid

"The Black Pyramid, a one-time-use time-reversal device for exclusive use, you're going to use it to interrogate others and extract intelligence? Don't you think that's a bit too extravagant?"

After understanding that Morty intended to use this to extract information and then resurrect everyone, Rick, the tough guy, felt that Morty's approach was far too extravagant.

If you want to extract information, go ask now.

Since most people are kind-hearted, you can easily get an answer by using any means necessary.

No...that's not right! He has ulterior motives!

Rick, the tough guy, gave Morty a deep look. His intelligence was in no way lacking, and in the next second, he understood the hidden meaning.

"You want to fight me, don't you?"

"That's a bit too childish, insisting on proving who's stronger."

Morty shrugged, stretching his muscles as he did so. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit; ever since he witnessed Rick's outburst, he had wanted to test just how strong Rick really was.

However, there wasn't much of an opportunity, and I was in a hurry to find my grandfather at the time.

Who wants to start a fight?

Now seems to be the perfect time.

Grandpa is healing his emotional wounds and won't be back for a while. Fortunately, I've returned to this planet, and the existence of the black pyramid can prevent both sides from dying in battle.

Well then... I'd appreciate your guidance!

"No, I refuse. I'm not crazy. Why would I get into fights for no reason?"

"Besides, your thing can save you from a regrettable loss in a crucial moment, preventing the loss of something precious. Why would you use it for such a boring test?"

"I'd rather be killed by you on the spot than have you end up like us, living a miserable existence with a broken heart."

Rick, the tough guy, shook his head, rejecting Morty's brainless idea.

They're so damn bored!

Do you think you're living in the movie world of "John Wick" or "Who Killed My Dog"?

Do they always have to have a cool battle?

Seeing his opponent shrug and slack off right in front of him, Morty was helpless, because he really didn't intend to accidentally kill his opponent in the so-called contest.

Or, in the course of a contest, they might be crushed and killed on the spot by their opponent.

He simply wanted to see how he, with his newfound ability to create and an added combat skill, differed from the highly skilled Ricks.