Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 104 - 104 21 The Battle Begins

104: Chapter 21 The Battle Begins 104: Chapter 21 The Battle Begins Just five minutes after the temporary leader Kardesia returned, the first meeting of the Cyber Ghost Music Club hastily ended.

“How come it’s just the two of us now when I just got back?!”

“Gongsun went to work, and Qin Qianbai took Qiluo to find food…

After all, it’s been 2 hours, everyone has their own things to handle.”

The blonde girl angrily collapsed onto the table.

“Damn, this table looks older than the city itself!!

Completely different from what I imagined, isn’t this just a place for tea parties!”

In fact, the student council had originally planned to grant them the best activity room possible to avoid any trouble.

But Shiyu Lianyi felt that for their idle little group, a slightly “remote” small classroom was quite sufficient.

As a place to hang out with friends, it was now just right.

The young man in a suit patiently listened to the girl’s complaints for a while and waited until she tired herself out and took a big gulp of water before speaking.

“Kardesia, tomorrow’s a Saturday.”

“Huh?

Ah, the thing we agreed upon yesterday!

Have you decided where to go?”

Shiyu Lianyi recalled the strategy they had all clamorously planned earlier and proceeded with the first step of the grand plan by extending an invitation.

“Tomorrow—”

—

At night, exactly 6 PM, in the Fixed Wing District.

“Open the door, open the door.”

“Who is it, who is it.”

“It’s me, it’s me, got any food?”

After a pointless exchange, the iron gate of the garden house opened, and the grey-haired young man entered the home of the information broker.

Mo Yuankai was unpacking takeout in the dining room.

“A large potato pizza with a flowing heart crust, double cheese base, plus an appetizer platter, enough for two.”

“Dinner is so lavish for you?

Don’t rush to eat, look at the surprise I brought you.”

“Wow, I want to see what it is…” The chubby young man looked up, his face turning half green, “Are you kidding me, Ah Ce?”

Gongsun Ce seriously placed a large box of salad on the dining table.

“Got it from the healthy light food store Miss Qin recommended, high-grade salad, I even threw away the salad dressing to ensure it’s healthy.”

The information broker painfully sighed, “You really have the heart to make big brother eat grass?!”

“I promised to treat you to a salad, and I keep my word.

See, I’m lighter so I get the big pizza, you’re heavier so you get this healthy salad, makes sense, right?”

Mo Yuankai disdainfully pushed the salad to one side.

“Go away, eat what you bought yourself.”

“You could at least eat a few bites to deceive yourself.”

The superpower user sat down at the dining table, grabbed a piece of pizza, and started chewing voraciously.

The crispy base was topped with slightly charred bacon and long potato slices, mixed with mayo, cheese, and beef slices into an enticing topping.

Just looking at it made one’s mouth water.

After taking a bite, the rich layers and the perfect cooking let him fully experience the joy of carbs and fat melting in his mouth, and the visual impact of the stretching cheese made him eager for the next bite.

Such food was refreshing to eat, yet continuous chewing could also feel greasy.

The information broker threw a bag of iced tea to him, Gongsun Ce controlled the orange-hued liquid to float out of the bag and gulped down half the bag like eating jelly.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed, “That’s refreshing.”

“Using superpowers even to eat, is telekinesis really that amazing?”

“Yes, telekinesis is super cool, I almost forgot how I used to live without powers,” he drank another two sips of the drink, “Running errands twice today nearly killed me.”

Mo Yuankai, chewing on pizza, asked, “What do you think?”

Big brother was naturally asking about his observations from the two trips.

Gongsun Ce had gone to the airport again early this morning, where he intercepted several middle school students trying to smuggle themselves out in suitcases.

At lunchtime, seven elementary school students tried to escape using the rail elevator, so the grey-haired young man had to rush to the port of Fixed Wing District—clearly, another two groups of manipulated children.

“If you ask me, one is more absurd than the other.

At least yesterday it was middle school students, today even elementary students are involved,” Gongsun Ce expressed his frustration, “What are they thinking?

Coming up with such a rotten idea as sneaking through the rail elevator, even the muscle-bound guys from Wing of Death had more viable plans for a violent outbreak back in the day.”

Mo Yuankai grabbed a chicken wing from the snack box.

“Sure they weren’t manipulated into staging a malicious attack?”

“I thoroughly searched them on the spot, found no dangerous items, nor traces of activated powers,” the superpower user shook his head, “It felt to me like…

let me think how to describe it…”

The information broker spit out a bone, “Kindergarten amateurs guided by a first-grade Puppy General.”

“Vivid, incisive, really captures it.

Truly highlights the amateurism, whether it’s the hastily escaping kids or the ‘black hand’ providing them information, both seem barely aware of the overall situation of the city, otherwise they couldn’t have come up with such a rotten idea.”

It made sense for the manipulated teenagers to impulsively decide to escape, but it was odd for the “black hand” devising the plans to be so terrible.

Those who possess a great deal of intelligence naturally see things differently from ordinary people.

They should have been able to understand the situation more deeply and easily spot the errors in the plan…

Therefore, Mo Yuankai and Gongsun Ce initially believed that this “mastermind” had an ulterior motive.

Now, they thought of another possibility: the “mastermind” was just a kid acting on impulse.

“An elite hacker who can get detailed schedules and access keys is a child.

Is that possible, big brother?”

Big brother curled his lips.

“I could do it when I was a kid, what makes you think others can’t?

At least he has the skills.

The officials didn’t catch him and came to me instead, and I tried until midnight last night but found no trace.”

There were not many people or organizations with such skills…

The young man with gray hair quickly listed a few suspects in his mind.

“Shall I go ask around tonight?”

“No need, we haven’t even pinpointed a specific target yet.

What if it really is a newcomer?

I worry about scaring them off.

Let’s see how things unfold.”

There were three slices of pizza left, and Mo Yuankai unapologetically pulled two large ones to his side, leaving the smallest piece for his little brother.

“I’m also looking into that girl you mentioned earlier…

I have some interesting ideas, I’ll tell you when there’s more progress.”

“You’re not serious, big brother, don’t start speaking in riddles like Yan Qi.” Gongsun Ce quickly grabbed the last slice of pizza, worried that if he didn’t hurry, he wouldn’t get his last bite.

“I sent a letter to the Dawn Knight this morning, and included some special snacks I bought from a store near our house.”

Mo Yuankai stopped chewing.

He put the pizza aside, widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and incredulously elongated his words, “Woah—woah—”

Gongsun Ce added annoyingly, “I also reported your current weight to the Seventh Knight.”

“Woah—I swear!” the intelligence dealer turned his elongated tone into a short, forceful exclamation, “Don’t do that!!”

“I truly think it’s necessary to introduce an external force to stop your further progress on the path of a professional sumo wrestler.”

The overweight young man looked utterly bereft, his eyes filled with despair as he gazed at the salad box.

“All these years of brotherhood, and yet it leads to such ruthless betrayal.”

The superpower user covered half of his face with one hand.

“Hold a grudge against me, you ignorant big brother, then transform this hatred into the power to lose weight…”

“Go screw yourself.”

Mo Yuankai sulkily began to clean up the takeaway boxes, and Gongsun Ce asked from beside the table, “Big brother, can I borrow your car tomorrow?”

“You need the car?

That’s rare.

Planning to take a girl out for a drive?

Which one do you want?”

“The coolest one, of course.

I plan to use it to help Mr.

Shiyu chase Kardesia.”

The intelligence dealer squinted his eyes, twisted his mouth, tilted his head, looking at his little brother as if he were a bull from an abstract painting.

“You, helping Lianyi, chase Spencer?”

The superpower user patted his chest, “I’ve even enlisted Miss Qin and Qiluo’s help.

Tomorrow, we’ll surely succeed in winning her over!”

Big brother seemed not to have recovered from his abstract stupor.

“Gongsun, I’ve always liked two of your past sayings.” He slowly shook his head, “One is to mind your own business, and the other is to know oneself.”

“Mr.

Shiyu asked me to help, okay!” the superpower user retorted, “Besides, Mr.

Gongsun, I have considerable experience in this area.

Didn’t I help you succeed back in the day!”

Mo Yuankai looked at him as if seeing an ant that claimed to have successfully pushed back a meteor.

He brought his hands together, emitting a sigh that bemoaned the fate of the universe: “Lianyi is in for a rough day tomorrow…”

Gongsun Ce protested discontentedly, while big brother just shook his head, as if he already foresaw the grim scenes of tomorrow.

Thus, the day passed unremarkably.

The people in the city, who sought for things yesterday, found nothing today either.

Another twenty or so middle school students decided to break out, because a superpower user planned to devote himself entirely to assisting a friend’s romance, a newly appointed Impermanence Law Enforcer would be going to work tomorrow.

Just like that, the people of the City of the Skies welcomed their day off…

·

The next day, at 9:30 a.m.

“Right on schedule, Kardesia hasn’t left her house yet!” Qiluo reported.

“All normal, watching from the rooftop,” Qin Qianbai reported.

The superpower user calmly nodded as he listened to the communications coming through his earpiece.

“A very smooth start!

Are you ready, Mr.

Shiyu?”

Lianyi gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“I’ll do my best…

Shall we start now?”

Gongsun Ce waved his right hand, giving the signal to start the operation.

“Operation officially begins!

Step one—go pick her up in the sports car, Mr.

Shiyu!”