Chapter 1468
I Won't Spoil Brats
The brats were in trouble, but they felt they had to get revenge.
The three boys covered their buttocks, tears welling up in their eyes, but they gritted their teeth and didn't cry out.
So embarrassing.
On his own turf, he was hit by a stone from an adult and had to run away with his head in his hands. If word got out, how could he continue to rule the abandoned industrial area?
"We must take revenge!"
The mischievous kid sniffed; the pain in his bottom hadn't subsided, but his eyes had already turned fierce.
"Let's go get him!"
"What should we do? He's so fierce..."
"Use a volleyball! Smash him on the head!"
"it is good!"
The children huddled together, whispering amongst themselves, like a group of little bandits preparing for a sneak attack.
Meanwhile, on Cui Ming's side...
They are currently patrolling the surrounding area together.
Make sure no one is there.
The two walked one after the other through the rusty, abandoned workshop. Cui Ming's gaze swept over every corner like a radar, and no movement could escape his eyes.
Daigo followed behind, the detector beeping softly.
"Instructor, this area should be cleared out."
Cui Ming grunted in agreement, his gaze fixed on the sealed entrance to the underground lair in the distance.
"Let those who are courting death go and die."
His tone was calm, as if he were stating a very simple truth.
"The monster Littlemarus is more important!"
A glint of almost greed shone in Cui Ming's eyes.
"Besides, this thing is a native Earth monster, so we can requisition it!"
He had already imagined that scene.
A monster that feeds on exhaust fumes sits in an industrial area and works 24/7, more effective than any environmental protection equipment.
If we put a collar on it...
perfect.
Looking at Choi Myung's expression, Daigo silently worried for the monster that hadn't yet shown itself.
Being targeted by the instructors might be worse than being hit by Ultraman Tiga's beam.
However, the mischievous kids still came over, having nothing better to do.
They crept up to a pile of discarded tires a dozen meters away from Cui Ming. The leader of the brats, holding a dirty volleyball, took a deep breath and hurled the ball with all his might.
"Go to hell! You bad guy!"
The volleyball flew in a crooked arc toward the back of Cui Ming's head.
Cui Ming didn't even turn his head.
He stretched his right hand back and caught the volleyball with perfect precision.
He turned around, looked at the pile of discarded tires, and raised an eyebrow.
Daigo quickly said, "Instructor! Please don't break the children's legs!"
Choi Myung glanced at Daigo.
His gaze was incredibly complex.
I never expected you to be so ruthless...
When I hit someone, I don't leave any marks, but you're trying to break their leg!
Not bad!
It's time for a break!
Daigo was bewildered by Choi Myung's gaze, and a chill ran down his spine.
"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle!"
Cui Ming grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
Then he placed the volleyball in his palm and flicked his wrist slightly.
boom!!!
The volleyball flew out.
It's not about throwing it away.
It's a launch.
The ball carried terrifying wind pressure, like a cannonball fired from a gun. The air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound, and the wind distorted the faces of the four naughty kids who peeked out from behind the tires!
"Whoaaaaaahh ...
Snapped!
"Ughhhhhhh!!!!" ×3
The three boys were sent flying backwards as if they had been hit head-on by a train, tracing three awkward arcs in the air before crashing heavily into a pile of discarded tires, stacking up like a human sandwich.
The youngest little girl stood there, stunned, still clutching half a slingshot rubber band in her hand, her mouth agape.
After the volleyball sent the three boys flying, it landed precisely back in Choi Myung's hands without even losing a breath.
Cui Ming weighed the ball in his hand, looked at the stunned little girl, and spoke calmly.
"Little sister, don't follow their example."
"You'll be unlucky."
Little girl: "..."
She looked down at the three brothers groaning in pain amidst the pile of tires, then looked up at Cui Ming's kind smiling face.
then.
"Wow--!!!"
She threw down the slingshot, turned and ran, faster than a rabbit.
Cui Ming nodded in satisfaction and tossed the volleyball aside.
"Let's go, Daigo, let's go back and prepare to catch the monster."
Daigo's lips twitched as he looked at the three brats struggling in the pile of tires.
"Instructor...you're so gentle..."
"She's very gentle."
Cui Ming patted the dust off his hands.
"The ball didn't even break." Daigo: "..."
He suddenly realized that the three children might have preferred to have their legs broken.
At least that way you don't have to experience the fear of being hit in the face by volleyballs like cannonballs.
Woo woo woo.
The three boys huddled together in the pile of tires, tears streaming down their faces.
They finally understood.
some people.
Do not mess with them.
They are really not to be trifled with.
Cui ordered someone to take the four unfortunate children away.
The logistics team, suppressing their laughter, crammed the three boys, who were groaning in pain and lying in a pile of tires, along with the little girl who was standing there trembling, into the patrol car.
The children had long faces and limped along. The youngest girl kept looking back, her eyes filled with terror at the sight of "this devil."
"Waaaaah... I want to go home..."
"I'll never come here again..."
"That uncle isn't human..."
Cui Ming ignored him, clapped his hands, and turned to look at the center of the blockade zone.
"Alright, the area is cleared."
Daigo leaned closer, his expression somewhat complicated: "Instructor, are we really going to talk to the monster?"
Cui Ming squatted down and placed his palms on the ground.
He could sense the restlessness of that huge thing deep underground.
It was a greedy hunger, a craving for car exhaust, and the stubbornness of a monster native to Earth.
"A native monster, Earth's favored child, let's talk."
Cui Ming closed his eyes, and a barely perceptible halo appeared on his palm.
Light of the Earth.
The savings I borrowed from Gaia, which I usually use to sense underground activity, are now being used for cross-species chatting.
The light seeped into the ground, like an invisible thread leading straight to Litmarus's lair.
Deep underground, Littlemarus was happily gnawing on a discarded exhaust pipe.
Suddenly, it froze.
The two long whip tentacles curled up nervously, and the upside-down, bizarre body subconsciously shrank deeper into the nest.
It sensed a presence.
Familiar yet terrifying.
That's the smell of the Earth itself.
But it's more ferocious than Earth.
He looks more like a parent holding a stick and looking impatient.
Cui Ming's voice, carried by the light of the earth, poured directly into Littlemarus's consciousness, simple, brutal, and devoid of emotion.
"Hey, you down there, can you hear me?"
Littlemarus: "..."
It didn't respond, but its tentacles trembled even more violently.
Cui Ming continued to transmit his thoughts, his tone as if he were haggling at a vegetable market.
I'll give you two choices.
"First, come with me. We'll provide food and lodging, and we'll even build a special canteen for you, with plenty of food. From now on, you'll be an unofficial TPC employee, but with a permanent position and protection."
"Second, I'll dig you out, beat you until you can't take care of yourself, and then drag you away."
"You choose."
On the ground, Cui Ming opened his eyes, stood up, and patted the dust off his hands.
Daigo, watching from the side, was stunned: "Instructor... did it respond?"
Cui Ming grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
"It is thinking."
Deep underground, Litmarus trembled.
It looked down at its two proud, long, whip-like tentacles, and then sensed the human above it that was rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
The human emanated the light of the earth, making it hard for the creature to breathe.
This is not a negotiation.
This is a notification.
It was the kind that involved death threats.
Littlemarus curled up in a ball, feeling wronged, not daring to even inhale a single breath of exhaust fumes.
Woo woo woo.
It felt as if it had no choice.
Cui Ming waited for three seconds, then stood up and waved to Daigu.
"Get the excavator ready, and also a large ballast net."
"It agreed."
Dagu: "..."
He really wanted to ask, "Instructor, during your negotiation process, did the other party really have a chance to disagree?"
But he didn't dare ask.
Because he saw Cui Ming flexing his wrists, as if he would personally beat the other party until they agreed if they didn't.
Woo woo woo.
Litmarus silently shed tears of humiliation in his dark lair.
It just wants to quietly consume exhaust fumes.
Why did it turn out like this? (End of Chapter)