Zhen, I'm your fan

Chapter 8 Zhen, I'm your fan

The Black Hand Gang, Valmont.

Bigfoot Gang, Shredder.

The Hand, Mrs. Gao.

Including Allen, the representative of the Assassin's Guild, a new round of four-way talks was formed.

Apart from the Black Hand Gang, the other three are global assassin organizations. If it weren't for the Black Hand Gang's leader and the Shadow Legion under his control, they would never have been able to join the alliance.

"Lei Xiao Aug has retired, and we've sent you here to discuss important matters."

Shredder's words were full of disdain. He didn't take the newly emerged nobody seriously, and even if the Ninja Master himself came, he might not give him any face.

"What species are you?"

Upon first meeting, he was met with disdain, and Allen didn't hesitate to switch into his verbal master mode.

These words sent a chill down Schreid's spine.

The secret of one's true nature is absolutely confidential; once it is leaked, it will surely bring the whole world into hostility.

After all, it's none of the business of extraterrestrial species to interfere in matters within Earth.

Allen wasn't about to give up. He muttered to himself, pointing to the ceiling, "What's in the sewer? There are four turtles and a rat in the sewer. I can't kill them, I can't kill them, I can't beat them."

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are the Foot Gang's archenemies, and Shredder has repeatedly suffered defeats at their hands.

Today, someone reopened old wounds on the spot, which angered him so much that his wrist blade instinctively sprang out.

"You've gone too far. Apologize to Lord Schreid immediately."

The Hand's leader, Madam Gao, chimed in, saying that the three factions had secretly decided to suppress the rapidly growing Assassin Brotherhood, and now they were using this as an excuse to do so.

"I'm blind, why are you making things difficult for a blind man like me?" Allen said leisurely.

Mrs. Gao clearly understood that the words referred to Daredevil.

That damned blind man repeatedly clashed with the Hands of the Gathering, causing his authority to be repeatedly challenged.

As a result, he lived a very comfortable life for many years, with girlfriends coming and going, one after another, dying one after another.

"Are you looking for death?"

Madam Gao's eyes narrowed, and she tapped her cane on the ground, signaling to the assassins in the shadows that one more tap would be enough to deliver the fatal blow.

"Oh my~"

Allen raised his voice, rolled up his sleeves, and said righteously, "If you can't bully a blind man, you want to bully a fool like me? You old hag, I'm going to stand up for justice for the disabled today."

"Everyone, calm down and give me some face."

Valon anxiously stepped in to smooth things over.

You are all highly skilled, while I am just an ordinary person. If a real battle breaks out, swords and spears have no eyes, and losing even one part would be a huge loss.

"All right."

Allen lowered his sleeves and said leisurely, "I'll give you face since you're handsome. Please give my regards to the whole family of your calendar owner."

Valmont: "..."

The calendar shop owner.

Naturally, it refers to the Holy Lord.

They also extended their greetings to his whole family.

Are you sure you're not swearing?

Actually, Valon really misunderstood Allen. With his unusual way of thinking, how could he possibly speak normally?

"Your Excellency, are you insulting the Holy Lord?" Valon questioned angrily.

"No."

With an innocent expression, Allen scanned the three representatives and said in a pitiful tone, "If you don't welcome me, then I'll leave!?"

Having said that, he got up and called Bruce and Oliver to head towards the exit.

Near the exit.

Allen stopped and turned back to ask, "Am I really leaving?"

However, Schleid, Mrs. Gould, and Valon watched him, and their gloomy expressions made it clear that they had no intention of trying to keep him.

After the three left the meeting room, they sat down again to discuss various matters.

"Just tell me, and I won't leave."

Before they could speak, Allen turned back, looking like he was giving them another chance, or he would really leave if they didn't try to stop him.

Three pairs of eyes stared intently at him. Allen pursed his lips and said irritably, "How old are you? Getting angry over a few words. You must have had an incomplete childhood, which has led to psychological problems."

"I'm going to kill him."

Schleid flew into a rage and rose up, ready to kill the damned madman.

"Hey, hey, I hit a nerve and you're getting angry, hehehe..."

Before fleeing, Allen couldn't resist making a boastful remark.

If it weren't for Madam Gao's cane blocking her way, Shredder would have really gone after him.

"Discussing important matters is paramount. The absence of the Assassin's Guild is exactly what we wanted," Madam Gao said calmly.

"Are we to let this humiliation go so easily?" Schreid asked in a deep voice.

"There's no need to intervene personally; he'll live for at most seven days."

……

The talks fell through.

Allen and his two companions found a motel to stay in.

Oliver went out to find out the location of the Blade of Redemption, while waiting for the League of Assassins to deliver the equipment.

Carrying controlled weapons on airplanes is prohibited. With swords and bows and arrows in their luggage, they're probably locked up in jail right now.

Knock knock…

Who is it?

There was a knock on the door, and Allen got out of bed to open it.

Someone sent you something.

The front desk delivered a rectangular package wrapped in newspaper.

Alan was a little confused. He took the package, closed the door, and muttered, "I didn't order anything online, so why is there a delivery?"

Tearing open the outer packaging, what appeared before my eyes was an old-fashioned videotape.

"A retro-style, precious video of human reproduction."

Allen's eyes narrowed into slits with excitement.

The gate to taboo is so irresistible.

Insert the cassette tape into the television and press the power button.

Allen sat upright with his legs together and his hands on his knees, his eyes filled with a critical look.

On the screen, gray static appeared, and no picture played immediately.

"Poor contact?"

Allen walked up to the television and patted the casing.

It just so happens that a black and white image is playing.

A woman is combing her long hair in front of a mirror; the angle of the shot makes it seem as if the photographer is watching her.

"A retro-style island film from modern times, it looks like it has a storyline."

Allen grew increasingly excited, peering closely as if afraid of missing a single detail.

A few minutes later, another burst of snowflakes appeared, and the scene changed to a group of people crawling erratically on the lawn. Their appearance was quite bizarre and strange, as if they were suffering from great pain. It seemed that there was a way to be rescued, and driven by a strong will to survive, they crawled in little by little.

"Multiple people, outdoors, so exciting!"

Before Allen could see the scene he was looking forward to, snowflakes appeared again.

The next scene shows a person wearing a hood standing by the river, pointing in a direction and remaining silent.

"Shit, who the hell is so bored as to make an abstract art film?"

Even if Allen had no brain issues, he had already guessed that it wasn't an educational film he liked, and immediately wanted to turn off the TV and go to sleep.

When I pressed the button, the video continued playing.

"The TV is broken, I hope the boss won't try to scam me out of money."

A young man raised under the red flag, Allen doesn't believe in ghosts; he only believes in science.

Use your ultimate move.

Unplug the plug.

The video unexpectedly continued playing.

A well sits quietly in the mountains and forests.

With each frame of pause, a pale white hand appears at the wellhead.

Allen glanced at the plug in his hand, then looked at the image on the screen.

A woman with disheveled hair and an obscured face climbed out of the well, slowly straightened her hunched body, and then walked slowly towards the outside world, as if she were about to step out of the television and into reality.

The woman drew closer and closer until her white clothes filled the entire screen.

The video ends here.

Jingle Bell……

Suddenly, the landline on the bedside table rang.

Allen answered the phone.

"Sadako, is that you? Sadako, I'm your fan."

"..."

(End of this chapter)