Kivotos, I was deeply shocked!

The floor and ceiling shook violently as if they were kicked, and the roar like that of a tank's main gun instantly shattered the darkness and silence of the basement, and even penetrated the reinforced concrete several meters above the head, echoing in the office building of the Public Security Bureau, and transmitting upwards along the walls layer by layer.

The students who were working in the building stopped their work at the same time and looked at each other, not understanding what was going on with the sudden vibration.

"Well--!"

Looking at the donuts that fell on the ground, a girl with blue twin ponytails, wearing a white coat and a golden Valkyrie badge, who was lazing on the sofa in the corner, couldn't help but let out a cry.

“I waited in line for a long time and finally bought the limited edition donuts!!!”

"It's okay, Fubuki!"

Hearing the screams like a pig being slaughtered, another energetic girl, whose eyes were even shining, came over immediately.

She bent down and reached out to pick up the donut that fell on the ground. "According to the five-second rule, as long as I pick it up now..."

boom--!

A shock even more violent than the previous one suddenly jumped up from the soles of my feet.

Not only Fubuki Akagi and Kirino Nakamura, who were temporarily transferred from the [Life Safety Bureau] by Oba Kanna, were startled, but even the vase on the coffee table was startled.

The round body of the bottle trembled and swayed on the coffee table. The bottom of the bottle, which was less than the size of a fist, swayed around the edge of the coffee table.

Finally, under the extremely nervous gaze of the two girls, with a "pop", it hit the donut that had just fallen to the ground as expected.

“Kirito…”

Looking at his donut that was smashed to pieces, and then looking at the intact vase above the donut, Hehuanyuan Fubuki's eyes were like a salted fish that had just been turned over and found that the other side of itself was also a salted fish. He died instantly.

The girl buried her head in the sofa cushions and said in a voice of despair, "Does your five-second rule also apply in this situation?"

"Ha...haha...hahaha..."

The energetic white-haired girl was instantly embarrassed. She scratched the back of her head helplessly, "It should, it shouldn't be applicable..."

“B-but…!”

In order to cheer up her companion who had lost his dream, Nakago Kirino clenched her fists, ran to the sofa, and tried to cheer up her companion who was lying motionless on the sofa, "We can avenge your donut!"

"No, forget it. Losing the daily limited supply of donuts is sad enough, and you actually want me to work overtime at this time."

Aihuangaki Fubuki turned over and pointed the back of her head at her companion, "You might as well just kill me, Kirino."

"..."

Chapter 55: Kitsunesaka Wakamo: Let’s speak frankly!

"I'm warning you one last time, you thieving cat..."

A thunderous roar shattered the stone walls. Steel plates more than thirty centimeters thick were twisted and deformed under the tremendous force. Fires brighter than blood devoured everything in sight. Black smoke rolled up from top to bottom, along the walls and ceiling, and rolled to the surroundings.

But even so, even though there were crackling fires all around, even though there were thick smoke screens all around, Kitsunesaka Wakamo's roar, filled with rage and fury, still easily tore through all obstacles, echoing in every crack between the bricks and stones.

"Hand over the teacher's Sakura Daifuku to me!"

"This is not okay."

Qing Chengjing touched the ground with her toes, and her whole body floated gently like willow catkins, up and down, making it impossible to touch her shadow.

Even in this narrow basement, the girl is still as agile as a cat strolling under the eaves.

A flaming bullet grazed her side breast.

boom--!

The earth and the sky shook, stone chips flew everywhere, and in the blinding fire and rapidly rising temperatures, a hole huge enough for a car to be driven in was blasted open in the wall of the cell, revealing the twisted and deformed steel plate underneath.

“A work of art can only have value if it is touched by the eyes of many people.”

It is rude not to reciprocate. The moment her toes touched the bottom, Kiyosumi Akira raised her hand and shot Kitsunesaka Wakamo in the head. "But the charm of touching a work of art is a right that everyone has equally."

"is it?"

Compared to the elegance and flexibility of Kiyosumi Akira, Kitsunesaka Wakamo simply raised her hands to protect her face and took the bullet with her body. "Then die!"

The red and white fox mask seemed to be burning at this moment.

A red light so deep that it almost looked black shone from the eyes on the mask.

boom--

The stone slabs collapsed, stones flew everywhere, and Kitsunesaka Wakamo's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only circles of spider-web-like cracks.

When Kitsunesaka Wakamo appeared again, the thorn hanging under [Crimson Disaster] had already crushed the flames and smoke, and the blade with a cold glow was only less than two fingers' width away from Qingcheng Jing's eyebrows.

Qingcheng Jing's surprised expression was reflected on the sharp blade of the bayonet.

Kitsunesaka Wakamo pressed down the handle of the gun without any hesitation.

bass--!

The blade missed, and the tip sank into the ground. Only a few strands of white hair of varying lengths floated aimlessly in the air, swaying at will.

There is nothing more to it than that.

Kitsunesaka Wakamo pulled out the bayonet that was embedded in the ground, and looked expressionlessly at Kiyosumi Akira who had moved several meters in the air without any force.

"And this Sakura Daifuku is not only a gift from my teacher, but also a work of art that is filled with the love of the maker and cannot be measured by price. If I give this precious work of art to you, I am afraid it will disappear from the stage forever and never see the light of day again."

Qing Chengjing slowly retracted the whip wrapped around the prison bars and tied it around the palm and back of her hand again and again, "This seriously violates my aesthetics."

"Damn you, you thieving cat! Damn you, you thieving cat...!"

After hearing Kiyosumi Akira's shameless words, Kitsunesaka Wakamo was about to explode with anger, "If it weren't for you, the sneaky cat who interfered! Those cherry blossom daifuku, those gifts, and that time alone with the teacher, they were all specially prepared by the teacher for me!"

Waves of rage roared up from the bottom of her heart, and of this rage that was about to ignite her entire being, only a small part came from Qingcheng Jing's smug face, but more of it was from the anger at her own incompetence.

Why haven’t I gotten back the gift that my teacher made for me yet!

How long are you going to delay?!

Will you wait until the next time the teacher comes to see you?!

"I'm sorry to disagree with that."

Qing Chengjing patted the dust off his trouser legs, sleeves and cape, revealing a gentle smile, "Life is originally ownerless, and so are names. Only when they are looked at and touched by people are they given meaning and value and can appear in the world."

The girl held up the bag of cherry blossoms in her well-protected hand, "And the same is true for this gift."

"Hehehehe!"

Kitsunesaka Wakamo laughed in anger, "You mean this Sakura Daifuku is a gift specially prepared for you by the teacher without knowing your name, your appearance, or even your existence?!"

"exactly."

Qingcheng Jing bowed slightly, and the pistol in her hand, which looked like a cane and a pistol, rotated around her index finger, making a clear click sound.

The smoking shell was ejected, and a complete bullet slipped from the cuff and filled into the magazine. "Chance, randomness, unevenness, uncertainty, unexpectedness... Aren't these elements common to many works of art?"

"fart!"

"The teacher's eyes, the teacher's smell, the teacher's words, the teacher's smile... these things that the teacher gave me are all treasures that belong only to me!"

An even more ferocious aura emanated from Kitsunesaka Wakamo's words. A ball of bright red, as if solid, rolled and flowed at the muzzle of the gun, swaying with an ominous dark light. "No one can take even a little from me!"

The trigger was pulled, and at this moment, what spurted out from the muzzle was no longer a brass-colored bullet, but a twisting and rotating vortex of flames.

——!

The black flame vortex swirled and roared, quickly expanding from the muzzle in a funnel shape, like a giant snake with its bloody mouth wide open. In the blink of an eye, it filled Qingcheng Jing's entire field of vision, wanting to swallow her alive.

But almost at the moment when Kitsunesaka Wakamo pulled the trigger, Kiyosumi Akira also raised the gun.

boom.

The .50-caliber bullet was fired from the arm-long barrel. Compared to the earth-shaking noise of Kitsunesaka Wakamo, which was more exaggerated than the sound of a demolition, the sound of Kiyosumi Akira's shooting was almost no different from the chirping of insects on the streets of a busy city.

The two bullets met in mid-air. In front of the extremely furious bullets of Kitsunesaka Wakamo, Kiyosumi Akira's bullet, which was not even as thick as her little finger, was instantly shattered into pieces, exploding into countless brass-colored powders.

But its mission was accomplished.

The bullet, which was originally heading straight for Qingcheng Jing's face, was forced to make a 60-degree turn downward and plunged into the ground that was already riddled with holes.

--boom!

"..."

Kitsunesaka Wakamo casually slapped away a flying piece of gravel and looked at the blazing wall of fire in front of her, she couldn't help but squint her eyes.

If the other party was not an imposter, she always felt that things would not be so easy to end.

“To treat a work of art in such a rude way.”

A dissatisfied voice came from behind. Kitsunesaka Wakamo turned her head and found that Kiyosumi Akira had appeared behind her at the door of the basement without her knowing.

Looking at the holes on the plastic bag caused by the sparks, Qing Chengjing's voice instantly dropped a few degrees. "It seems that even the author himself would find it difficult to hand over his work to the right person."

Chapter 56: He Huan Yuan Fubuki: Fight the [Seven Prisoners]? Me?

"You actually just took the gift given by the teacher instead of protecting it closely..."

Staring at the hole in the plastic bag that was gradually expanding as the sparks slid down, Kitsunesaka Wakamo's pale golden pupils became a thin line. She spoke in a low voice, sounding even angrier than Kiyosumi Akira, the owner of the gift, "You really deserve to die, you thieving cat!"

"It is sad that the gift you carry back to the doghouse like a bone is a gift you cannot bear."

Pinching out the sparks on the plastic bag, looking through the hole at the Sakura Daifuku that was beginning to deform due to the high temperature, Kiyosumi Akira's smile disappeared. "You should know how busy that [Xia Lai] teacher is, right? And in order to appease your sensitive, irritable and fragile heart, how much of that [Xia Lai] teacher has to take out of her already limited rest time to deal with your entanglement?"

It was like a huge monster suddenly broke into this underground cell, oppressing the fire, the sounds, the air, and everything in sight.

This basement, which should have been bustling, is now filled with suffocating silence.

"What did you say!"

The long black-red hair danced without wind, floating in the air. Countless sparks ignited from the friction between the hairs, and soon gathered into a river of fire that flowed like substance. "How dare you question my love for the teacher! Questioning me will hurt the teacher! Questioning me will force your desires on the teacher!"

Click——!

A crack burst open on the mask on Kitsunesaka Wakamo's face.

Click! Click! Click...

Soon, the second, third, and fourth cracks appeared one after another. They cracked faster and faster, and became larger and larger. More and more mask fragments melted in the flames.

Click!

The last crisp sound came as expected, and Kitsunesaka Wakamo's mask shattered. Before it fell to the ground, the fragments of the mask had been burned to ashes by the violent black red eyes.

A pretty face with teeth grinding, mouth biting, pupils erected, more like a beast than a girl appeared behind.

No, no!

Kitsunesaka Wakamo took a deep breath and tried her best to suppress the rage in her heart.

The black and red flames that were about to spread to the chest stopped, as if pressing the rewind button. They carefully avoided the position where the cherry blossom was hidden on the chest, and slowly retreated along the patterns and folds on the kimono until they all condensed at the girl's fingertips and gathered into the shape of a bullet.

"Never again."

With a series of clear clicks, bullets made of fire were pressed into the magazine one by one. Kitsunesaka Wakamo lowered her head, her black bangs sliding down from her forehead, covering her eyes. Only a gloomy and terrifying voice came from below, "I will clean up all the mosquitoes that suck the teacher's blood, the flies that annoy the teacher, and the stray cats that don't know what's good for you and come here to beg for food!"

"Really? It seems like the first parasite you need to get rid of is yourself."

Kiyosumi Akira also took off her mask, and her crystal-clear orange eyes stared into Kitsunesaka Wakamo's golden eyes without hesitation, "Who is going to waste the most energy? Who is going to bother the teacher so much? Who is going to get so close to the teacher without knowing what's good for him? I think you should know better than me."

"Hehehehe!"

The corners of Kitsunesaka Wakamo's mouth twitched and she let out a terrifying low laugh.

"Hmm hum hum~"

Qingcheng Jing let go of the whip in her hand and responded with an elegant smile.

Guns were raised, whips were swung high, and no matter how contemptuously they spoke, the two men, who were also members of the [Seven Prisoners], narrowed their eyes at the same time, staring at each other's every move with unprecedented seriousness.

Just as the trigger was pulled and the whip was swung, the basement door behind Qingcheng Jing was suddenly kicked open by someone.

"Hands up, no one is allowed—ah!"

A white-haired girl with two pigtails rushed into the underground cell recklessly.

Perhaps he didn't expect that the door of the underground cell would be so light that it opened easily with just a touch, or perhaps he simply hit his foot when he rushed in.

In short, this girl who didn't look too smart staggered and rushed for a long distance while dancing and gesticulating, but she couldn't keep her body steady after all, and she jumped and fell directly between Kitsunesaka Wakamo and Kiyosumi Akira.

Then he turned to the table leg and fainted.

Kitsunesaka Wakamo: "..."

Qing Chengjing: "..."