American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A gold necklace as thick as a baby's arm, with extremely crude carvings, but weighing a ton like a dog chain, and a small, exquisite handbag.

These two items were placed on the bar, and even the old man couldn't help but have his eyes light up slightly.

"Not bad, our Rokuro and Kuro have actually made a big deal this time.

This gold necklace, other things can be ignored, but just based on this weight, it's worth this much!"

The old man picked up the gold chain and hefted it in his hand. The thick gold chain looked a circle smaller in his rough palm.

Seeing the gesture the old man made, Rokuro and Kuro looked at each other, their four eyes sparkling.

"As for this handbag? I need to examine it carefully. From the outside, it looks a bit like the latest work of the famous fashion designer Dulanka. However, although Blanca's works have a great reputation, there are also many imitations. Many middle and lower class people who can't afford the real thing will specifically buy fakes to show off, and some of them are made very meticulously. If you don't check carefully, it's difficult to see the difference!"

The old man didn't know where he found a pair of glasses. After putting them on, he had a bit more refined temperament. His rough palm picked up the small handbag, gently opened it, and the messy things inside poured out.

Rokuro and Kuro were quick-witted and quickly picked out the banknotes and coins mixed inside. The remaining cosmetics and receipts for purchased items were thrown directly into the trash can.

There's no need to worry about being exposed because of these things. This is the sewer, a place where the City Lord's influence can't reach.

Moreover, the underground world also has its own food chain. These things thrown into the trash can will naturally be sorted out by someone, and the useful things will be recycled or even resold.

Any traces left behind will be erased without a trace.

Just then, the heavy iron door was suddenly slowly pulled open.

The bald man guarding the door changed his simple and honest expression, and sharp light shot out from his eyes.

The whole person, like a bear, instantly blocked the doorway, while the down-and-out samurai sitting aside also grabbed his sword in his hand at some point.

The person who came was an expert. They hadn't even sensed anyone approaching.

"So it's in this place. Unexpectedly, there's even a nicely decorated little tavern in the sewer. The Land of Rice has surprisingly many unexpected places!"

A gentle voice came, and with the creaking sound of the iron door, two slender men and women in white uniforms walked in slowly.

Walking in front was Qishan, dressed in a tattered outfit. At this time, he was looking around the tavern's decor with a curious expression.

The woman behind him wasn't very beautiful, but she was seductive enough. At first glance, she might not seem like much, but the more you looked at her, the more intriguing she became, the more she attracted your attention, as if she wanted to suck your soul in.

The woman was also dressed in white, and you could see that it was the same style, except that she had a veil on her head, wrapped like a nun, which just happened to reveal her entire pretty face.

If anyone familiar saw the teardrop mark under the woman's right eye, they would definitely be shocked and call out the name Tomie.

The bald man said vigilantly: "This is a membership-only private place. We don't receive outsiders. If you just want to find a place to relax, I suggest you leave the sewer.

There are hundreds of different places to relax near the main cross street for you to choose from!"

Qishan glanced at the two little boys, and seeing the slightly surprised look in their eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Fortunately, although such a thing had never happened before, Kuro also knew how to choose the best way to deal with it. Without trying to explain to Qishan, Kuro directly turned to the old man and said: "Sorry, old man, I didn't mean to bring you trouble. I didn't expect a skewer of tri-color dango to lead him here.

I can take three layers less of this transaction!"

The old man glanced at Gao Ning and Tomie, and seeing that the two of them were calm and composed, and there was no aura of chakra emanating from them, he felt calm and nodded slightly: "This is the first time, plus your harvest is not bad, the price of three layers is enough for me to accept this trouble, but you have to be more careful next time you act, don't blame me for ignoring you if you cause trouble again!"

Kuro pouted, Rokuro patted Kuro's shoulder, and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, old man, we know."

The old man put the handbag aside, took off his glasses, straightened his body, put his hands alternately on his abdomen, and nodded calmly: "Dumen! Guests are guests, don't be so rude!"

The bald man was slightly unwilling, but he still stepped aside.

The expression on Qishan's face never changed. He led Tomie to the bar, looked at the two little guys sitting next to him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he sat directly on the high stool at the bar.

"This guest, I can tell that you are a remarkable big shot. These children have no father or mother since they were young. In order to survive, they can only do some petty theft.

We are very sorry for robbing you. We will compensate you with about three times the amount, and hope to resolve this matter!"

The old man spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, his expression was very calm, obviously he had handled many such situations.

This is just a foothold for a middleman. Opening a business, stability is the most important thing. If the tavern is broken to pieces every now and then, he doesn't need to do business.

Qishan nodded, then shook his head: "Compensation is due, after all, if you do something wrong, you have to be punished.

It's just that I'm not interested in money!"

The old man secretly cried out in his heart that things were not good. The most troublesome thing was such a guest.

Although money is attractive, it is also the best way to solve problems. Once a man refuses to accept money, it means that the other party's trouble level will rise a notch.

"Then what is your request?"

"My request is very simple! There is no reason for hatred in this world, nor is there unprovoked love. Since there is an intersection between people, that is the gift of the Evil God.

The dango shop is there, and there are many people buying dango, but he just happened to rob the dango in my hand.

This shows that this child has a connection with my Evil God Sect. I want him to convert to the Evil God and become a sober member of this turbid world!"

Qishan's expression gradually became kind, as if his whole body was emitting golden light.

The old man sighed: "Guest, you are being a bit unreasonable! No matter how precious it is, dango cannot be directly equated with a person.

Although I really don't want to say that, there is no other choice now. I will now give you two options: one, obediently take your compensation and leave here, and never appear in front of me again.

"Two, I'll have someone throw you both out!"

Hearing his father's words, the few people relaxing in the tavern simultaneously revealed ferocious expressions, including Rokuro and Kuro.

They unhesitatingly displayed intense malice.

They seemed to instantly transform into evil spirits, ready to pounce and tear Qishan and Tomie to shreds.

Qishan shrugged his shoulders: "You're being unreasonable, and besides, this matter is between me and that little boy; it has nothing to do with you.

But since you've said such words, not giving you some reaction would make you lose face, so I choose..."

Qishan paused for a moment, then suddenly revealed a wide smile: "...to develop you all into followers of the evil god!"

Before his voice faded, a powerful life energy suddenly erupted from Tomie's body.

The aura mixed with life energy sprayed out from her pores and instantly bound to her body.

Tomie raised her eyebrows slightly, her long hair dancing, her two white and tender fists clenched tightly.

Her feet paused slightly, and as the ground cracked, she directly appeared in front of the old man and punched him!

Bang!

The old man reacted quickly, his thick palm blocking the punch perfectly.

Palm met fist, and with a muffled bang, the old man flew out like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall.

With a bang.

A spiderweb of cracks spread across the wall, and the old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with horror.

How was it possible?

Such an inconspicuous woman actually possessed such powerful combat strength?

Could it be that these two fellows were ninjas trained by some country?

Seeing his father being smashed away, Dumen and the down-and-out samurai attacked simultaneously.

A cold light appeared at Tomie's neck, and in the next second, Tomie's head flew into the air.

Her headless body rushed forward two steps before collapsing to the ground, blood spurting out like a faucet, instantly soaking a large patch of the ground.

Not far ahead, the down-and-out samurai slowly sheathed his sword.

Seeing that his strike had succeeded, Dumen temporarily changed direction, bypassing the headless body with a nimble flip, and jumped behind the bar, cautiously helping the old man up.

This series of fights happened within just two seconds, like a flash of lightning.

From the moment Tomie threw her punch to the moment the bald man slowly helped the old man up, Rokuro and Kuro remained in a daze, even forgetting to hide.

The down-and-out samurai slowly stood up, his gaze cold: "You should have accepted the old man's proposal!"

Qishan looked at Tomie's corpse, tapping his temple with some worry.

"Why did you cut her for no reason?

It's my fault; I forgot to tell you in advance that the greatest characteristic of my Evil God Cult is immortality.

Ordinary cult members only have simple immortality and super recovery, but core figures possess extreme immortality and can even regenerate infinitely!"

The down-and-out samurai scoffed, flicking his long sword so that the tip pointed straight at Qishan's nose, and coldly snorted: "Nonsense!

I hate you mystical fellows the most, not thinking of serving the country, but spreading rumors all day long.

Today, I, Tanaka Ichiro, will come to pacify the universe and purify the world!"

Qishan's face was speechless, and he turned to look at the old man: "This guy's brain is broken; there's no use keeping him, just forget you saw him!"

The old man clutched his chest, slowly took out two pure steel knuckle dusters from his pocket, silently put them on, and clenched his fists again.

Rokuro and Kuro finally came back to their senses, knowing that they had caused a great disaster.

While Qishan and the old man were talking, they wanted to slip away.

But at this moment, the fallen headless corpse suddenly stood up, grabbing Rokuro and Kuro in its hands.

Then, in everyone's horrified gazes, the severed neck cavity actually healed again at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly growing out another identical head, even the length of the hair naturally growing to the same position.

That was already shocking enough, but even more terrifying was what happened on the other side.

The head rolling on the ground suddenly trembled rapidly, and the blood on the ground seemed to be summoned by magic.

It flowed to the bottom of the head in one go, forming a large sphere of several tens of centimeters.

As the blood continuously circulated, it actually regenerated rapidly at a strange speed.

Finally, it simply formed a huge blood cocoon.

Just as everyone was surprised and wary, Qishan flicked his finger slightly, and a small metallic bead appeared on the ground.

After the small bead rolled nearby, it suddenly turned into a liquid metal, expanding as it rolled, and drilling directly into the blood cocoon in one direction.

Everyone became even more vigilant about this strange situation.

They saw the blood cocoon tremble lightly a few times, then suddenly burst open, revealing a naked, curled-up long-haired woman inside.

As this woman gradually stood up, a large patch of liquid metal suddenly emerged from her feet, extending up along the woman's calf, spreading and transforming into a pure white dress.

By the time this woman stood up completely, the liquid metal had completely transformed into Tomie's previous attire.

And the woman's face was exactly the same as Tomie's.

The down-and-out samurai was astonished: "This... how is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible.

What you think is impossible is just because you are ignorant and ill-informed."

Qishan shrugged his shoulders, then turned to the old man and said: "Now, what is your choice?"

Without saying a word, the old man punched again.

Qishan didn't even move.

Tomie Number One was carrying two children in her hands, her figure didn't move, but Tomie Number Two suddenly appeared in front of the old man, and her white and tender fist punched out again.

The two fists collided head-on.

Tomie didn't react at all, but four of the old man's fingers snapped off neatly.

He groaned in pain, but his expression didn't change, and his other fist smashed over.

This time, he aimed at Tomie's temple.

They heard a bang, and Tomie's neck was directly broken.

Her body swayed slightly a few times and fell straight to the ground.

This time, the old man didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

He stared closely at the dead person on the ground, and sure enough, in less than a second, Tomie climbed up again, the broken and dislocated cervical vertebrae making cracking sounds as they returned to their original positions.

Seeing Tomie climb up again, the aura surrounding her body became even more intense, and the old man's heart skipped a beat: It seems like this time is really troublesome!

Qishan looked at everyone's expressions, estimating that they would have to fight for a while.

So he shrugged his shoulders, went behind the bar himself, found a bottle that looked pleasing to the eye on the liquor cabinet, pulled open the cap, smelled it, and nodded in satisfaction.

I should have some wine first; we'll talk about anything else after they finish fighting!