CHAPTER 361: CHAPTER 360: ZEBRA CHARGES IN, ZEBRA CRASHES

Chapter 360: Zebra Charges In, Zebra Crashes

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"Yo, what brings you guys here?"

Kenji was slightly surprised by the rare visitors.

"Can’t go home. Just wandering around, ended up here," Coco shrugged, speaking helplessly.

"Why?"

Kenji was intrigued. "Can’t go home"? That was an unthinkable concept for the Four Heavenly Kings. Could someone be causing them trouble?

"The people the Old Man arranged are there. If we go back, they’ll nag us about blind dates," Coco said.

It was a good thing the blind dates themselves didn’t show up at their door, or it would be even more of a headache. Who knew the Old Man was serious this time?

They couldn’t just blast the people Ichiryu sent away, so they simply didn’t go back. Out of sight, out of mind. They were lying low.

"Hahaha..." Kenji instantly understood. It was about that again.

"The Old Man is really going too far. I really want to beat him up," Sunny said, clenching his fist.

"Oh?"

"You can beat Senior Uncle Ichiryu?" Kenji asked playfully.

Although Sunny and the others were strong now, beating peak Ichiryu... they could try in their dreams.

Ichiryu fighting them would still be like a father beating his sons.

"Should... have a chance, right?" Sunny’s tone wasn’t very confident.

It wasn’t just them; Ichiryu had also gone to space. It wasn’t like one side improved while the other stood still.

"You can’t win. President Ichiryu is very strong," Atashino said.

Ichiryu’s power was just too broken. He had both "numerical beauty" (raw stats) and "mechanical beauty" (hax).

"What ’can’t win’? I don’t understand."

Zebra stood up instantly, striding outside, every step steady.

"I’ll challenge him and find out."

BOOM!

Zebra unleashed a Jet Voice, wrapping himself in space-shaking sound waves as he flew toward Ichiryu’s residence.

"That guy Zebra... is probably going to get beaten up," Kenji shook his head with a smile.

Zebra’s temper was still as direct as ever. Could he win? Challenge him and find out.

"Used to it," Sunny shrugged.

...

Less than half a day later.

"Hahaha! I’m returning Little Zebra to you!" Ichiryu stood in the air, holding Zebra by the arm, laughing heartily.

As cool as Zebra was before, he was just as pathetic now.

Zebra had been knocked unconscious by Ichiryu, his body covered in bruises. In contrast, Ichiryu was still full of energy. The difference was clear at a glance.

"Little Zebra’s strength is quite a surprise. He must have eaten a lot of good stuff over the years," Ichiryu set Zebra aside.

"Old Man, you have no right to say that. You took care of Zebra easily enough," Sunny’s eye twitched.

Say what you want, Zebra had the most terrifying destructive power among the Four Heavenly Kings. Yet, in less than half a day, he was packed up and returned.

He "crashed" too fast. The Old Man’s "elbow strike" was still as sharp as ever.

"It wasn’t easy. I was very serious," Ichiryu said earnestly.

Zebra’s current strength was actually quite scary. If he hadn’t gotten serious, he really couldn’t have taken down this problem child.

Sunny didn’t believe a word Ichiryu said. You don’t even have a scratch on you.

"So this is my grand-niece? Very cute," Ichiryu looked at Han, held by Ruan Mei, with gentle eyes.

A cute human cub is always lovable, especially one who inherited her parents’ good looks, delicate as a porcelain doll.

"Senior Uncle Ichiryu, no meeting gift?"

"Oops, sorry. I was just returning Zebra, so I didn’t prepare anything. I’ll make it up next time," Ichiryu laughed awkwardly, not finding Kenji’s words too direct.

"So, you guys... when are you planning to let me see my grand-disciples?" Ichiryu then looked at the three Heavenly Kings.

"Old Man, you can’t rush these things," Coco spread his hands.

Ichiryu was speechless. He didn’t want to force them anyway. Just take it slow.

...

"Wuwuwu..."

"There, there. Don’t cry. Be good♪~"

Elysia held Firefly (the mermaid), gently patting her back to soothe her.

Once a mermaid starts crying, she won’t stop for a while.

"Darling, why are you playing the Elysian Realm story arc♪?" Elysia looked at the anime on the TV, her mouth twitching slightly.

She wouldn’t cry watching it herself, but the other sentimental people... they were all starting to shed "little pearls."

"Because Honkai has a lot of ’knives’ (tragedy), of course!" Kenji answered without thinking.

The Elysian Realm arc was a classic "knife." Great tear-jerker.

One, two, three...

Kenji picked up the tears (pearls) the mermaid dropped. Waste not, want not. Since she was crying anyway, he’d collect them all.

"It tastes so good! Shouldn’t tears taste salty?"

Big Herta ate one, a look of intoxication on her face. She didn’t understand why the tears were so delicious. The food she’d eaten before paled in comparison to the mermaid’s tears.

"That’s nothing. There are even cola tears," Kenji said.

The drink in Zebra’s Full Course Menu was cola from the Salamander Sphinx.

He’d tried it. It tasted great. Saber Alter loved pairing that cola with junk food.

"Gourmet Cells are truly magical. Incomprehensible, strange cells."

Big Herta sighed with emotion. Cells that surpassed most biological cells... even she was thinking of implanting some.

However, implanting Gourmet Cells required eating to manifest their magic, and she wasn’t a glutton. She wasn’t particularly keen on eating.

"Herta, this isn’t your field of expertise. No need to delve too deep," Ruan Mei said.

It was a normal suggestion, but to Big Herta’s ears, it sounded different.

"I am a genius! What field can’t I do?" Big Herta couldn’t accept anyone saying she "couldn’t."

"Cooking?"

"Ah... ahem..."

"The path of cooking is profound. It requires time to research," Herta said seriously.

Between cooking and research, she preferred the latter. So when she cooked, she did whatever was convenient, using Curios to replace manual labor, which freed her hands... but caused many explosions.

But, no big deal. At most, it cost a few Herta puppets.

She’d lost count of how many puppets had been blown away.

"Herta, I have a question. Did the Herta-puppet upload any videos to you?" Ruan Mei asked pointedly.

"What video? I don’t know anything about that."

Big Herta understood instantly, so her eyes darted around.

Of course she saw the recorded "bed battle." Just for a little bit. She absolutely didn’t do anything else.

Ruan Mei nodded. She could confirm Big Herta had watched it. It was written all over her face.

Big Herta has been ’colored’... what should we call her now? ’Yellow’ Herta?