Armor: Expelled and transformed into armor in front of the entire school

He suddenly remembered Balu's words and couldn't help but think about them.

What is Duanmu Yan doing here? Is he really coming to kill us, just as Balu said?

Test the waters.

An Miu Xiu chuckled and said, "Duanmu, what brings you to Ba Wang? I don't think I've seen you here before."

“Oh, I’m here to see a friend,” Duanmu Yan replied.

"Friend? Do you work here?"

"Um...yes, he works here," Duanmu Yan stammered.

Lying is still a bit uncomfortable for him, and he inevitably feels guilty.

"Hello sir, your ice cream—"

The waiter smiled politely and put the coffee down.

"Thank you," An Mixiu said, moving the coffee in front of Duanmu Yan.

"Give it a try, their food is really good."

Duanmu Yan took a small sip, the rich flavor lingering in her mouth, bittersweet.

The taste was very good, which reminded him of the time he spent at the ramen shop.

After each task was completed, Lingling would make him a cup of coffee to relieve his fatigue.

"How is it?" Anmishiu asked.

Duanmu Yan nodded and said, "The taste is quite good, and the best part is that it's free."

There's a saying that goes, "The food served by others always tastes the best."

An Miu Xiu shook his head and smiled, "I didn't expect you to be so humorous."

He pulled a newspaper from the shelf next to him and exclaimed in amazement.

"Duanmu, is this Netherworld Demon Killing Machine that the newspaper is talking about really that powerful?"

Chapter 43 Once a Netherworld Demon, always a Netherworld Demon

"What?" Duanmu Yan was taken aback and put down her coffee.

Anmishiu handed him the newspaper and pointed to it: "It's this armor called Nawa. Now everyone calls it the Netherworld Demon Killer Machine."

Duanmu Yan took the newspaper and glanced at it.

He revealed a meaningful smile.

Am I really that exaggerated? The newspapers are praising me to the skies.

He is the hero of Hope City and the nemesis of the Netherworld Demon.

Whenever he appears, the demons of the underworld within a ten-mile radius tremble with fear and feel their livers and gallbladders about to burst.

An Miu Xiu carefully observed his expression; it seemed he was quite satisfied with the title.

"What do you think? Is he really that amazing?" Anmishiu asked with a smile.

Duanmu Yan put down the newspaper and said, "It's not that amazing. You can't believe everything in the newspaper."

“I think the higher-ups have overhyped him a bit,” Duanmu Yan said with a smile.

“Is that so?” An Miu nodded, his expression unreadable.

This person... is quite humble.

He then asked, "Don't you think Nawa is too cruel?"

Duanmu Yan almost thought she had misheard. "You mean, cruel?"

An Miu nodded slightly.

After confirming that she hadn't misheard, Duanmu Yan shook her head and said, "What's so cruel about killing those Netherworld Demons who have done all sorts of bad things and committed all kinds of evil?"

"I think, if it weren't for me—cough cough!"

He coughed twice and continued, "If Nava hadn't been unsure of where their headquarters were, he would have stormed there long ago."

"Destroy all these Netherworld Demons."

That was close, I almost let it slip.

He took a sip of coffee guiltily to hide his blush.

Ha, such a big mouth?

I was just thinking to myself that he was humble, but now I want to storm the headquarters.

An Miu Xiu shook his head and said, "Does that mean all Netherworld Demons deserve to die?"

Duanmu Yan's eyes widened: "Isn't that obvious?"

He couldn't believe it; why would a human being say such a thing?

Could it be that he, like that Qiao Shefei, is a Netherworld Demon disguised as a human?

But that doesn't seem like it either. The first time I met him, he was attacked by the Netherworld Demon.

But what he said was a bit too strange.

An Miu Xiu said, "There are good Netherworld Demons too; I've encountered one."

"They just want to live a good life on Earth and don't want to fight those so-called wars."

Duanmu Yan raised an eyebrow: "You've encountered this before? For example?"

An Miu Xiu was speechless.

He longed to say, "Like me."

But that's impossible; if he said it out loud, he wouldn't be able to survive on this planet.

Duanmu Yan sneered: "I don't care which of those Netherworld Demons are good or bad."

"Finding gold in shit? Sorry, I can't do that."

"By the time they figure out which of the Netherworld Demons are good and which are bad, they will have already harmed countless people."

His eyes turned cold: "Any Netherworld Demon I encounter will die."

“No,” Anmishiu retorted, “Maybe they did a lot of bad things in the past, but now they just want to be decent human beings.”

Duanmu Yan finished her coffee in her cup and stood up.

"Once a demon of the underworld, always a demon of the underworld."

"They want to be good people? Then go down and talk to the people they've harmed."

An Miu Xiu watched Duanmu Yan's departing figure and silently clenched his fist.

Duanmu Yan, you're too arrogant...

It was already getting dark.

Duanmu Yan wandered around aimlessly, like a headless fly, looking here and there.

Where can we find Xiaofei?

It's really hard to find someone in such a big company.

It might be hidden in a secret room or a storage room or something similar?

The phone rang suddenly. "Welcome to call," Duanmu Yan answered the phone.

"Hello? Welcome, what's up?"

"What? Xiao Fei is back?" Duanmu Yan asked in surprise. "Yes, okay, I'll be right back."

...

As soon as Duanmu Yan entered the room, she saw Xiao Fei holding a bowl of instant noodles and stuffing them into his mouth like crazy.

He looked like a starving ghost who hadn't eaten for days.

Duanmu Yan was dumbfounded, "This..."

Welcome and Qing Zizai shook their heads. "He's like this ever since he got back. He won't answer any questions, and he's already eaten several buckets."

Duanmu Yan sat down opposite him gently, looked at him, and asked softly.

"Xiao Fei, did you find any clues on your trip to Ba Wang?"

Xu Tingfei put down his instant noodles and asked with a puzzled look, "Ba Wang? What Ba Wang?"

Duanmu Yan frowned and asked, "Have you forgotten what happened a few days ago? Where have you been these past few days?"

"Where did I go? Where did I go..." Xu Tingfei muttered to himself, "I didn't go anywhere."

After saying that, he buried his head again and ate his instant noodles.

"How could this happen?" Duanmu Yan frowned.

Judging from Xiaofei's appearance, it seems like he has lost his memory.

What exactly happened during his days in Bawang?

"Xiao Fei—you must be joking!" Huan Ying said, "It wasn't just a few hours, you've been gone for several days."

"She won't answer the phone or reply to text messages!"

"You have to give me an explanation."

"Several days?" Xu Tingfei looked puzzled. "Where did I go? I went... I went... Oh, right!"

"Ow—"

He had just recalled some memories when suddenly he had a splitting headache, and he screamed in agony, clutching his head with both hands.

"Xiaofei, what's wrong?"

The group stood up and looked at him with concern.

Xu Tingfei's mind went blank for a moment, then he picked up the instant noodles and started eating them voraciously.