My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 145 - 116: Storm, Tokyo, Blood-soaked Auction (Part 1)

On July 19th, the day before the underground auction was officially open for entry.

That day, all three of Ji Minghuan’s bodies were idle. His true self tossed and turned in the dark, eating from the dish on the table when hungry. The confinement room was quiet, with no sign of a visit from the Mentor;

Gu Wenyu stayed in his room at the Roppongi Hotel, playing rhythm games with a restraint belt from morning till night; Xia Pingzhou sat quietly in a café, sipping a milk coffee while accompanying Ayase Origami in reading books, with Oda Takashige having prepared food for them.

By night, he gradually controlled the two bodies to go to bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep shortly afterwards.

Unexpectedly, he wasn’t awakened by the Mentor that night.

This indicated that the mission the Salvation Society intended for them had nothing to do with the Tokyo auction this time.

What exactly the Salvation Society planned for them to do was something Ji Minghuan could not ascertain.

All he knew was that this was a good thing, at least he could temporarily focus his attention on this auction.

..... freēwēbnovel.com

.....

The time was 8 PM on July 20th, with only 4 hours left until the Tokyo underground auction would begin.

The weather in Tokyo wasn’t clear that day, with gloomy rain clouds sweeping across the skies. The torrential rain fell as if to transform the city into a Venice-like water city. The accumulated water on the streets was high enough to soak a pedestrian’s calves.

At this moment, on the top floor of an abandoned building.

The second body, Xia Pingzhou, was walking slowly along a worn and dim corridor. Upon reaching the end of the corridor, he turned his head to look inside the doorway. What he saw was a heap of ruins; it was supposed to be a two-story building, but because the upper floor’s ground was mostly damaged, it looked like one building composed of two floors.

At this moment, ten figures were scattered atop the ruins; some stood in distant corners, some sat atop defunct machinery, and others on stacked piles of waste, gradually coming into his field of view.

Member No. 2, Jack the Ripper, remained in her usual Japanese-style black and white school uniform. She sat silently in a corner of the ruins, eyes down-cast, and fiddled with a dark red short knife in her hands.

Member No. 3, Ayase Origami, wore a dark red kimono. She was sitting at the top of the ruins, with a piece of paper beneath her, quietly reading a haiku collection.

Member No. 4, Oda Takashige, had donned a pitch-black ninja outfit and was leaning against a pillar, resting with his eyes closed.

Member No. 5, Lan Duoduo, wore a punk-style T-shirt and jeans. She sat on top of a broken vending machine playing a PSP console.

Member No. 6, Andrew, still dressed in his Western cowboy outfit, had a cigarette in his mouth and a faint smile, his head lowered as he polished a pitch-black sniper rifle in his arms.

Member No. 7, Robert, was in a white shirt, his head still adorned with a square mechanical box, but this time without the antennas usually perched on top. He sat still, nodding off in place.

Member No. 8, Hacker, was in a jumpsuit. This black-haired boy silently played with a cellphone in the corner.

Member No. 9, Bloodline, still wore a bright red dress, holding her cheeks in her hands, her crimson eyes reflecting Xia Pingzhou’s figure.

Member No. 10, Bai Tanlang, was shrouded in a cloak covering his entire body. Inside seemed to be leather clothes and pants. He raised his left eye, scarred and cataract-clouded, for a quiet glance at Xia Pingzhou.

Member No. 11, Anluns, still donned that familiar British suit and was playing with a coin.

On the silent ruins, the crisp spinning sound of a silver coin flipping in mid-air was clearly audible.

Anluns caught the flipping coin onto the back of his right hand, smirked, and looked up at Xia Pingzhou.

He spoke, "Newcomer, you’re the slowest one."

"Where’s the leader?" Xia Pingzhou glanced around, still seeing no sign of the leader’s presence.

"Not here yet." Anluns said, raising his hand, and asked matter-of-factly, "Guess, heads or tails?"

"Tails." Xia Pingzhou answered immediately.

"What a pity."

Anluns smiled slightly, flipped his left hand, revealing that the coin on his right hand’s back showed tails.

Xia Pingzhou, not willing to pay any more attention to him, surveyed the area, his gaze settling on Member No. 7, Robert, the man with the mechanical box on his head—since Robert remained here, it indicated he hadn’t infiltrated the auction venue.

This was good news for the defense side.

As long as Robert couldn’t open a door from inside the auction venue, the White Crow Travel Brigade would have to rely on a frontal assault to breach the auction.

If the brigade assaults from the front, they have plenty of defense strategies; the real fear lies in a sudden internal attack that would split the battlefield and their forces, leading to their gradual defeat.

Bloodline propped her hands against the ground, her swan-like neck tilted upwards to gaze at the storm outside the window, her scarlet eyes reflecting the rain, "The weather’s quite nice today..."

Lan Duoduo, still absorbed in her game, muttered, "Bloody weather."

"Does killing need to account for the weather?" Bai Tanlang said.

Andrew, the cowboy, couldn’t resist pressing down the brim of his hat, laughed, and teased Xia Pingzhou, "Newcomer, what’re you standing there dumbly for? Your lady is waiting for you."

Xia Pingzhou shot him a blank stare, climbed a mountain of debris, leaped to a broken wall’s top, and silently sat next to Ayase Origami.

New n𝙤vel chapters are published on fre(e)webnov(l).com