Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 126 - 126 34 Blinding Trick_2

126: Chapter 34 Blinding Trick_2 126: Chapter 34 Blinding Trick_2 “Do you want to learn to be patient?”

Milais looked unconvinced at the old man who responded with a smile.

“I mean, you should face life with a positive attitude.

The world is bad, life is terrible, and we encounter misfortune every now and then—but you must believe, little Milais, believe that things will get better, believe that there are still good things in this world.

If you lose even that bit of hope, then there really is nothing to look forward to.”

The old store owner glanced at his watch, “I need to hurry, I promised to deliver pies to my grandson.

Little Milais, could you help me watch the shop for half an hour?”

Milais agreed and watched the old man walk out the door with more pies.

He sat in the store owner’s chair, his eyes filled with melancholy.

Believing that things will get better is easy to say, hard to do.

At least he couldn’t do it right now.

He might have to stay here for the rest of his life, and each time he thought about it, Milais felt unhappy.

What had he done wrong to be banished to heaven’s gate?

If it were disasters like the Demon and the Red Lion being locked up, everyone could understand, but for someone like him, who could only release little sparks, less dangerous than a handgun, why lock him up?

He feared these powerful people and this chaotic city; he missed his family back home, and the friends from his past.

He wanted to travel to far-off places, breathe the air of freedom, meet different people and things, even if it meant going to a poor, remote region with no cell service.

Before he was brought to the City of the Skies, his stubborn father had just agreed to travel to the United States during the holidays…

Now it seemed, he would probably never get the chance.

Thinking this, Milais’s mood sank even lower.

Ding-a-ling.

The bell over the door woke him from his sorrow, and the young man in a cap quickly straightened up.

He saw a tall, thin man in a green shirt push the door open and immediately felt the old man’s words were utterly nonsensical.

Bad things just happen one after another in this world.

Milais raised his hands, “I’m sorry, sir!

Someone turned my Walkman into movie tickets, and I don’t know where they are!”

The man in green looked confused.

“Isn’t the Walkman in your pocket?”

“I only have—” The youth in the cap reached into his pocket and pulled out a perfectly normal Walkman.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He clearly remembered that his pocket had contained two movie tickets given to him by a friend of the Demon as compensation!

Could this be what those three people were originally looking for?

Milais found it all very strange; he couldn’t figure out what ability the pink-haired lady used to swap things like this.

He suddenly recalled another bizarre incident he had witnessed today, involving the strange man before him—the man in green had casually slapped a tree trunk, turning it into a scooter.

Could there be some connection between these two people?

Milais dared not delve deeper; he didn’t want to get involved in more trouble.

Out of sympathy and common sense, the middle schooler kindly warned this likely trouble-prone stranger, “Sir, the Wing of Death members are looking for this Walkman.

The Wing of Death is very dangerous; it’s best not to provoke them.”

“Uh,” nodded the man in green, “What is the Wing of Death?”

Milais immediately knew the stranger was an outsider.

Locals wouldn’t be unaware of the “organization,” even someone like himself, who hadn’t lived here long, had heard warnings about them from teachers and classmates.

“Oh dear…”

He knew he shouldn’t get involved with such a strange person, a significant part of his misfortunes today had been caused by him.

But he was an outsider, unaware of local norms.

This could likely get him into trouble, just like today.

The kind-hearted middle schooler decided to explain the essentials about the “organization” as briefly as possible.

Recollecting the lecture by his senior, he began to share information about the Wing of Death…

Demon, Red Lion, Doctor, Sky Hero, and the newly arrived Dust Explosion…

How many people have we talked about?

I think it’s time to change the subject and discuss something different from the lone ranger.

Let’s talk about some more terrifying individuals now, for example, the Skull.

Don’t misunderstand, by “more terrifying,” I don’t mean their combat ability—I personally think those we will talk about later couldn’t beat the aforementioned folks—but their power.

Think about it, when superpower users battle across an entire city, what is bound to happen?

You must have thought of it—group actions.

Superpower users with a strong tendency for violence will submit to even greater violence, and thus forces known as “organizations” are formed.

In the past, the Superpower Organization used to be the synonym for this city’s dark side, and in recent years, when the big shots finally decided to take action and clean up, they all lay low and vanished from the public eye.

But remember, the organizations have always been around.

The “Wing of Death” established by the Skull is one of them.

Wing of Death operates mainly in the Fixed Wing District and the fierce Wing District.

They once dominated both wings, bringing death.

In the past, they controlled the dark side of these two districts, managing everything you can and can’t imagine: arms, drugs, assassinations, superpower development, illegal experiments…

Hearing these words, you can imagine how despicable this group is, right?

Some fools might think the Wing of Death is a “yakuza” organization with a touch of chivalry.

Well?

Some members do have a bottom line, but most of them—indeed, the majority—are ruffians, hooligans, and bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong.

They behave this way because their leader, the Skull, is a cold and evil person.

The members of this organization are recognized by black clothes and wing tattoos.

When you see someone dressed like this, remember to steer clear.

What should you do if they come to you?

Now that public security has improved, ordinary people wouldn’t be so unlucky.

If you do encounter them, try to cooperate with their actions as much as possible…

If that fails, then call the police or pray for a hero to pass by if you get the chance.

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Milais spoke very fast and in a low voice, glancing left and right, fearing that any passing gangster or thug might overhear him.

“Do you understand?”

The man in blue smiled.

“I understand.

Wing of Death is just a bunch of small-time hooligans.”

The junior high student realized he had been speaking in vain.

“Did you put the song in for me?”

“—Just a moment!”

The boy in the cap remembered the man in blue’s instructions, hastily found a USB cable, and connected the MP3 player to an old computer in the shop.

Several gray warning windows popped up on the screen, followed by an image of black wings.

The old computer’s screen flickered as if infected, unauthorized links were detected by the device, and relevant information and warnings were sent through the network to the headquarters of Wing of Death, where all files were urgently sealed—

However, the emergency measures that should have been activated immediately were completely ineffective at the moment.

The warning windows and wing image disappeared one after another, replaced by three password locks of unknown digits.

The passwords were then automatically filled in, and the device began to run automatically on this old computer, installing the necessary software to read the files.

Milais did not exclaim in surprise, as he hadn’t noticed anything strange.

In the eyes of the junior high student, the device had merely lagged a bit when it was first connected to the computer.

Just like he couldn’t see through Qiluo’s disguise, just like he couldn’t notice the changes in appearance…

Ordinary people often can’t see through to the truth.