Why are there only loser heroines around me?

"Have the two of them been slower in replying to your messages recently?"

Xiaoju was stunned. She didn't understand why Youjing knew so much about these things.

She nodded and continued:

"I just thought... maybe one day, you will disappear from my life like the president and the senior, and no one will be able to take care of me forever."

The status of Tamaki in her heart is evident, as she unconsciously used the title of "President".

"So, I have to... learn to take care of myself..."

Xiaoju lowered her head, and the shadow of her bangs covered her eyes.

"What! Isn't this great?" Yanami suddenly slammed the table and said, "Ukyo, why don't you let Komari and I go to the swordplay hall together? Our rest time after school is actually quite synchronized."

Ukyo said nothing.

Yana realized something was wrong, and then his body was knocked down by Ukyo who suddenly flew over. Then there was a loud "bang", and the window glass where they were was shattered by a pistol.

Maori was right. The killers on the website "Lucky Daruma" were all a bunch of self-righteous idiots. They dared to attack in the downtown area, and they didn't even install a silencer. They used large-caliber Desert Eagles. Ukyo heard that the sound of the gun was abnormal and the trajectory must have been corrected.

The accuracy of an ordinary Desert Eagle is very high within 10 meters. Once it exceeds 10 meters, the accuracy will drop immediately. However, the killer's gun should have a "precise trajectory" of 20 meters. He aimed very accurately and hit Yanami's forehead.

"Is there a bounty for Yanami on the Fortune-Calling Daruma?"

Ukyo didn't know that there were a lot of bounties on that crappy website, and Yanami has been quite popular in the supernatural circle recently, especially among some vampires in the United States who don't like her. But it is not ruled out that there are some "people who don't like Ukyo Tachibana and think that if they want to kill him, they have to kill his right-hand man first."

Yana, who was being pressed down, had red cheeks.

"Ukyo, you're sticking to my chest..."

"Wake up, Yanami." Ukyo patted Yanami's neck twice, telling her not to think about those trivial things between men and women.

Yanami felt like his neck had been hit hard, Ukyo seemed to be slapping some small animal, his hand was too strong, but he himself was completely unaware of it.

He stood up and looked out the window. The gunman did not leave after his failed shot, but continued to hold the gun and wait for him to get up.

"——Bang!" The Desert Eagle spewed out tongues of fire.

When the trajectory of the bullet was easily avoided by Youjing by tilting his head, the gunman on the opposite side seemed to curse in English starting with F, with a very standard London accent, and he was a British.

"I'll go after him! Yanami, call Mori and have him give Kurosawa access to the police network!"

Volume 91: Chapter 8: How can we abandon such an evil thing as vanity? (k chapters)

This man had planned his escape route. His car, a not-so-remarkable Honda sedan, was parked on the side of the road.

The restaurant where Youjing was staying was not far from their school, and this time they were out to eat with everyone, so Youjing's Kawasaki was parked in the school.

Helplessly, without a car, he could only plug the Bluetooth headset into his ear hole.

"Kurosawa, follow that Honda!"

"Dear Mr. Ukyo, may I ask which car you entered?"

"I run."

"Received. We're rerouting you... We're estimating the Honda's likely route. We've received unconventional permission from the police. Route planning is complete!"

In Kurosawa's system, it seems that there is no place in Japan that cannot be reached on foot.

The route she planned for Ukyo required him to cross a long street where a celebration was being held, which would undoubtedly slow him down, but Kurosawa's route estimation was really accurate. She planned the other party's destination based on the number of red lights that the other party's Honda sedan ran through on the road and the frequency of each criminal's choice of escape route in the police file library.

This caused the killer to get out of the car. He was complaining to his teammates about how difficult today's idea was and how he had managed to dodge the Desert Eagle's bullets. When he glanced under the tree, his professional qualities made him pay attention to his surroundings at all times. And it was his professional qualities that brought him fear at this moment.

His target this time was actually standing under the tree with a knife!

when?

He was always watching the rearview mirror in the car, making sure that there was no tail following him. He even changed cars under a bridge that was in the blind spot of the road camera. His current car was a brand new Audi, and the original Honda had already gone to the airport, so even if he was tracked through the road camera, he should have appeared at the airport by now.

The killer suddenly laughed. Since the killer dared to chase him alone, he must be confident that he could kill him alone. However, the distance between him and the killer was less than 20 meters at this moment. At this distance, his modified Desert Eagle had the most perfect trajectory.

Sometimes people die because they pretend to be too cool. If this young man had hidden in the grass and attacked him with a knife when he got out of the car, he probably wouldn't have had time to react, but he insisted on pretending to be a master under the tree.

"Huh", at a distance of twenty meters, can he be faster than the Desert Eagle?

"--boom!"

“——Ding-dong~”

The speed of the bullet leaving the gun and the sound of some kind of bullet hitting the asphalt road sounded almost at the same time. The killer looked at the bullet that ricocheted in front of his heel, then looked at the young man standing under the tree who had not yet drawn his knife... His palms opened and closed slightly, as if he had just thrown something at himself.

Humans fear anything beyond common sense. Unspeakable fear exploded in the killer's mind. What kind of person could catch a bullet with their bare hands and throw it back? Was he a cyborg from nowhere? Boundless fear overwhelmed him, and his adrenaline and noradrenaline levels surged... His body began to respond to normal stress reactions: hand tremors, vomiting, throat congestion, chest tightness...

"I surrender!"

He knelt on the ground and grabbed the front of his clothes, trying to make himself feel better.

Ukyo walked towards him slowly, and the cat lying behind him teased him boredly, "Fragile human", and then went back into his phone.

After all, hired killers are not professional assassins. Most people who buy their lives with money are afraid of death. No one wants to have the life to get the money but not the life to spend it. Youjing has been in the killer circle for a while, so he knows that those killers who are not afraid of death are very rare in the circle.

Ukyo squatted down in front of the killer and handed him a tissue. The killer was vomiting acid. Ukyo gestured for him to wipe his mouth clean before standing up to question him.

........

"My patience is limited." Before asking, You Jing stuffed a lit cigar into the other person's mouth.

The killer was stunned. He did know that some ruthless people in the circle liked to tie up their targets and use various means to torture them to the point where they wanted to neither live nor die. Before the target was about to die, he would stuff a high-end cigar into the target's mouth, under the pretext of...

"Let him have a good smoke before he dies."

The killer thought that the young man in front of him was "Lord Luca" who liked to use this method in the circle. He slapped himself hard. Today was really a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple. Even if he had some courage, he would not dare to fight with the King of Killers.

Ukyo didn't know what the killer was thinking, he stuffed a cigarette into his mouth just to calm him down. He had questioned those who had succumbed to the pressure of the half-bloods before, and the results were often not ideal. When people were in extreme fear, they spoke illogically and insisted on knowing many things they didn't know, which caused him to run around frequently for false information, so he hoped to question the other party after he regained consciousness.

Once fear is planted in a person's heart, it is difficult to erase it, so Youjing is not worried that he will lie.

"Now let's start with the questions and answers. If your answers are good, I'll hand you over to the Japanese police. If your answers are bad, this forest will be your grave. With mountains and water, it's a good feng shui location."

"First question, are you targeting me or Yanami?"

The killer swallowed and thought, shouldn't the first question at a time like this be to ask his name?

"I'm William Kelly, a British national. My target is you, but after I accepted the mission on Zhaofu Daruma, the client sent me a note saying that if I can't kill Ukyo Tachibana, I can still get half the bounty by killing Yanami."

Ukyo frowned slightly, "Who is your employer?"

"I really don't know. The employer information on Zhaofu Daruma is confidential. This website is very powerful. No killer can know the true identity of their employer. But when this commission was posted, the client's ID was the King in Yellow. He's very famous. I heard from other colleagues that he has been hunting down psychic detectives all over the world recently, especially those in the United States. Sixteen people have been killed in the past week."

Hunting paranormal detectives?

Ukyo's first thought was the clown.

But that guy has always done things in a high-profile manner, and killing the detective secretly in the dark is not his style.

The King in Yellow is a fictional cursed script in a collection of short stories created by American novelist Robert. It is rumored that the cover of the first English translation was printed with "The Seal of Yellow", and anyone who touched it would lose their mind. This thing is very common in the group-based role-playing games, and there are many people in reality who use it as an ID.

Ukyo then asked, "What else do you know about this Yellow King?"

"No, what I just told you was just hearsay."

"Don't be so hasty to answer me. Think about it carefully." You Jing hit his shoulder a few times with the scabbard of his sword. "If you can't think of it, then ask him on the spot. Use your connections and ask him out!"

"Okay! Okay!" The killer took out his phone from his pocket. "I'll ask right away. Please wait a moment."

The night breeze was cool in the woods, and Youjing just stared at him.

"Got it, got it!" William Kelly held up the glowing phone screen in front of Youjing and said, "Lord Luca is truly a formidable figure. Someone in the industry actually knows him. He's been buying up abandoned warehouses across the United States, seemingly looking for something."

Ukyo said, "Didn't you just say that no one in the circle can know the employer's information?"

"If you use Zhaofu Daruma, that's certainly no problem," the killer said. "But sometimes employers who enjoy killing people don't use the website. Zhaofu Daruma is a public trading platform for assassins. What if a very important target is accepted by a small-time assassin who doesn't know his place? If the assassination fails, it will alert the enemy. Wouldn't that be very troublesome? So for some important targets, employers will also contact the assassins they trust privately. With so much back and forth, it's normal for their identities to be exposed."

It turned out to be the case.

I didn't expect there was such a way. Youjing has been in the killer circle for a relatively short time. He only used the temporary identity of a killer when accepting a certain mission, so he only knows the appearance of this circle and is not clear about some of the internal things.

"Give me your phone."

The killer immediately offered it with both hands.

"I want your identity. From now on, you can stay in the prison of Toyohashi City with peace of mind."

There's a prison in Toyohashi? The killer was startled, thinking that even if there was a prison in a city like this in central Japan, the security inside would definitely be lax. With his ability, he would be out in a few days. If Lord Luca wanted to use his identity, that would be no problem. They had nothing but a lot of sock puppets. As long as the boss liked it, he could send a few more out without any problem.

At this time, William did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

When he was taken to the underground of the suburbs, he realized something was wrong. Why were there so many weird paintings in such a huge prison? And there was only one long corridor.

The detective who escorted him in lit a cheap cigarette at the door and said to him earnestly, "International assassins don't have the right to hire lawyers. You're a British citizen. According to Japanese law, British assassins captured within our borders are subject to permanent detention. You're the first ordinary person in this internment camp. Get to know your fellow inmates."

A detention center? Isn't this a prison?

Before William could figure out the current situation, he saw the woman trapped in the first cage curled up with her legs. He saw the exaggerated ghost shadow behind the girl almost filling the entire cage. If it weren't for the grooves formed by the holy water and salt on the outside, she would have broken out of the cage long ago.

Mao Li said, "She's afraid to come out, not just because of the salt and holy water. The edge of this iron cage is embedded with a pressure-sensitive chip. As long as the force applied to it reaches 10N, the entire iron cage will be connected to a 10KV high-voltage current, enough to reduce a grown elephant to smithereens. But this creature is not a carbon-based organism, so the 10KV current can only make it retreat slightly."

"Aren't you envious? Your cage is treated just like its, and you even have a lower-level demon as your roommate next door. That's pretty awesome."

What the hell am I envious of!

William realized where he was.

This isn't a prison at all, it's a monster asylum!

He began to struggle under the restraint of the two police officers. "Damn it! I'm a human being! I have the most basic human rights! You can't lock me up here! Give me a phone! I want to contact the embassy!"

“…”

..........

On the second day, preparations for the Stone Road Festival, which will begin this Saturday, are becoming increasingly intense.

Ukyo realized that crows were also very representative in some Katsuki stories. Could those crows born from the ashes be related to the Yellow King?

He might have to make some time to go to the United States.

Since that guy was buying up abandoned warehouses on a large scale, there might be something he wanted in those warehouses, so he asked his rich second-generation friends in the United States to help him keep an eye out for abandoned warehouses being auctioned. He also asked the "Duke of Landau" who was based in New York to help him find out the origins of the King in Yellow, and to also help him keep an eye out for warehouses being auctioned. He would pay for it.

Ukyo planned to fly to the United States as soon as the Ishifu Festival was over.

Although this event was unimportant to him at the beginning, as time went on, he also invested time and effort in this Ishinobi Festival, so it was necessary for him to stay in Japan and talk about going to the United States after this "garden party" was over.

......

...

Ukyo's class was the main force at the Ishifu Festival Garden Party, and most of the class was in the locker room changing clothes today. It wasn't that they were the main force, but rather that they seemed to be the most attractive class in the entire senior year. So, they were the undisputed favorite to be the "main force" of this garden party...

Ukyo was among the "clothing-changing crowd." His custom-made Peaky Blinders-style suit was already finished. He hadn't seen the show, or even read the online commentary. He simply told the suit shop owner, "Please make me a Peaky Blinders-style suit. I need it in two weeks."

At that time, the store owner stretched out his hand and made an "OK" gesture to him, with a look of confidence, and kept recommending this American TV series to him, saying that it was his favorite American TV series.

The shop owner was a Chinese student studying fashion design in Japan years ago, but later settled in Japan after falling in love with a beautiful woman. He said that with Ukyo's temperament, he should wear the "classic" suit from Luca and Tom's "classic game."

The material should be the best worsted cloth, so delicate that it can be blown away.

Although worsted cloth seems common nowadays and can be found everywhere on the Internet, it was a super luxury product that was the result of the combination of animal husbandry and textiles in those days.

In order to restore the original work, the shop owner decided to use worsted cloth. Ukyo told him that there was no need to consider the price, which would be easy to do. Although worsted cloth is now common, even common products have different qualities.

The shop owner, upon hearing this, thought, since the client had no shortage of money, why would he hesitate? He immediately offered him the finest British Shakya Fort Three-Gate Peak collection. This brand's wool worsted yarn holds the world record for the highest yarn weaving. Its price per meter is nearly $3000, and a set of garments can cost up to $4.

In addition, his inner collar must be a sharp imperial collar that represents power. The "casual round collar" of an ordinary club suit is definitely not suitable for this outfit.

The texture of the shirt must be a convex stripe texture, and the suit style must have a wider and lower peaked lapel, so that it looks more calm and powerful visually.

In the original work, Luca is a top-notch second-generation gangster who doesn't need to do many things by himself, so his dressing style is not practical at all and is completely for the purpose of showing off. It just so happened that when Ukyo went to the store that day, he also looked like a rich second-generation who had never done housework, so the store owner thought that he and this suit were a perfect match like Nezha and the Hun Tian Ling, and it turned out to be true.

When Ukyo changed into this outfit and walked out, he stood in stark contrast to the other teenagers in cheap suits, and it was clear at a glance who was the mafia boss and who was the boss's underling.

A few boys thought they could turn heads by donning suits. They looked incredibly cool at the garden party, carrying Thomson models and smoking fake cigars. But no one expected a "real Mafia" to sneak into their ranks, a cigar that actually smoked! Ukyo remained unmoved by the adoring gazes of the girls, his gaze as calm as water, as if he had truly stepped out of medieval Europe. Even the sheer number of adoring adolescent girls pales in comparison to the bloodbath he'd witnessed.

"Why are you trying to be cool? You're such a repressed person!" The boys in his class who were marching with him almost bit the butts of the fake cigarettes in their mouths.

When the day of the Ishifu Festival really comes, I must definitely separate from this guy!

.......

...

The back of the classroom has been divided into two sides with blackout curtains, forming separate changing rooms for men and women.

Ukyo changed very quickly, after all, there was no strange thing like a hood or cloak on his clothes.