Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 250 - 250 18 Flatten You Flatten You_2

250: Chapter 18 Flatten You Flatten You_2 250: Chapter 18 Flatten You Flatten You_2 Kobashi scolded angrily, “Nakamoto, you caused trouble for the priests last night!” The bald men glared at their colleague, as the whole department would be in hot water if there was a complaint!

Nakamoto Goro apologized meekly, “Because, I wanted to go see the koalas with my wife…” The zoo isn’t going anywhere!

After the visit, come with me to apologize to Miss Chuyun!”

As he reprimanded his subordinate, the young witch Chuyun Linai emerged from the shrine.

The high school-aged witch said with a smile, “This little issue isn’t a bother~ Grandma is very satisfied with Sirang Electronics’ construction, so we won’t be filing any complaints.”

The bald men breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to glare at Nakamoto.

“Back in Weiyuan, I’ll treat everyone to sushi,” Nakamoto cleverly responded, prompting his bald colleagues to revert to their usual business-like smiles.

The employees of Sirang Electronics followed the witch to the worship hall.

Kobashi Fumiaki hung back at the very end, softly lecturing the scolded Nakamoto by his side.

“If this were the head office, you’d be ostracized from the village by now, get it?” “Yes.” “There must not be a next time.” “Yes.” “When we’re back in Weiyuan, take them to a fancy place to make amends, that’s the only way they’ll forgive you.” “…Yes, thank you very much.”

Kobashi sighed inwardly.

Young people!

When they still have hair, they’re always so impetuous, thinking they can get ahead with just their skills and strength.

Those from his generation thought the same, and they all lost their hair early because of too much overtime.

The importance of human relationships and worldly wisdom, they never understood until they suffered for it.

He also needed to warn them about Xuejian Lingzi’s ill intentions, but he doubted the young people would listen; after all, they are young.

Sirang Electronics’ employees and their families lined up at the hand water house to wash their hands and mouths, performing a purification ritual.

Kobashi returned to the very front, as the team manager he needed to worship first.

That was when he saw a white shadow sweep past him, and immediately a gust of wind blew up his toupee.

“aieeee?!”

What happened?!

Did something get thrown over?!

Attacked along the worship path?!

He realized the truth and couldn’t help but hold his breath: the white thing was a human dressed in white robes.

It was the priest who guarded in front of the torii gate!

The white-robed priest flew backwards through the first torii gate, then the second torii gate, shooting down the straight worship path like a rocket!

He zipped past the employees waiting beside the hand water house, without greeting!

He shot past the hand water house, purged of any purification!

He flew straight towards the centuries-old worship hall—Bang, crash!

He smashed the centuries-old wooden stairs!

He shattered the centuries-old offering box!

Such irreverence!

The white-robed priest lay unconscious amid the flying wood chips, while the bells above the offering box rang out from the shockwave, their crisp jingle like that heard during worship.

The sacred fly whisk lay beneath his body, cruelly broken in half.

Namaste, Amitabha!

What a sacrilegious display, have these ruffians no shred of respect for the gods in their hearts!

Sirang Electronics’ employees screamed and fell to the ground.

Having grown up in a civilized society, they had no concept of violence or desecration.

The once-tranquil shrine was now filled with loud noise as thugs rode their motorcycles over the ancient worship path, their vehicle’s speakers blasting heavy metal music with evil lyrics assaulting the eardrums of ordinary citizens!

“Blood money, dragon’s remains, gods grind my body into dust!

Recruit minions in hell, come back to the human world to plunder at will, pick up a bat and turn into Asura, beat the hell out of Calamity God in the guise of Mara!”

“Yeeah—!

Pick up a bat studded with nails, smash the brains of the eight million gods!

Smash the brains of the eight million gods!

Smash the brains of the eight million gods!”

The hooligans rode their motorcycles round and round.

Daring to break free, madmen will be crushed by steel, creating an inescapable land of death.

[No Mercy][Top Eight][Focus on Technology][Shiyu]…

Flags with big characters became a black circle.

An explosion-haired man in a leather jacket jumped off his motorcycle, holding a metal bat in hand, with a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Lemme introduce myself, Shiyu Lingba.

Hand over all the outsiders in this shrine,” he exhaled a puff of smoke, “or I’ll slaughter you all together.”

Chuyun Linai silently picked up the broken fly whisk, rattling the ceaselessly swaying bells.

Like a ninja about to throw shuriken, she swung her arm out, pulling what remained of the sacred implement behind her—

“This is an act of great disrespect, you Shiyu fool!”

The enraged Linai hurled the remaining half of the offering vessel!

The sandalwood ritual implement flew towards the endlessly spinning motorcycle, striking a biker gang member in the abdomen.

“Gah!” The impacted biker crashed into his comrade behind him.

“Gah!” And another fell.

Like dominoes toppling over, a good five bikers were knocked flying!

But more biker gang members actively leaped off their bikes.

They put their hands together in prayer and simultaneously bowed.

“Domo, nice to meet you.

We are from Martial Arts Association!

The thugs’ greeting echoed across the sky, revealing that all of Shiyu Lingba’s underlings were, in fact, Ninjas—a full 20 of them!

Chuyun Linai braced herself to activate the shrine’s defensive Array, but the leader of the Ninjas spoke up.

“Think carefully, witch,” Shiyu Lingba exhaled a puff of smoke, “to get serious means declaring war on Martial Arts Association.

If you can bear that responsibility, then bring it on.”

“Damn it…!” Chuyun Linai restrained her emotions.

She couldn’t start a brawl here!

Her grandmother was preparing for the prayer ceremony, she had to find a way to negotiate, at least until her grandmother arrived.

“Open your eyes wide and look carefully, we have only Priests and worshippers here!”

“What is this.” The spiky-haired Lingba tapped Kobashi’s bald head with his baseball bat, repeatedly, like a monk hitting a wooden fish.

“Hey, who are you?”

“Aieeee…” The pitiable middle-aged salaryman was on the verge of collapse.

In his 45 years of life, he had never encountered such a terrifying situation, the greatest threat he had faced before this was bullying during his school days.

Gangsters, bikers, Ninjas, Martial Arts Association—the scene unfolding before him was like a nightmare.

Kobashi’s voice trembled, “Just an ordinary employee…

from Sirang Electronics…

of Giant Union…

came for the project…” hoping to scare off the punks with the name of Giant Union.

“Oh.” Shiyu Lingba raised his baseball bat high, “An assassin might be hiding among them, kill them all.”

His tone was as casual as if ordering his men to take out the trash.

Kobashi couldn’t believe his ears.

Could it be so casual, the fate of his blood and flesh decided by a single sentence?

Were human lives things to be discarded so easily in this man’s eyes?!

“Bastard, stop!!” The young witch charged over here, Shiyu Lingba stubbornly swung his bat down.

Through the motorcycle speakers, sacrilegious sentences continued to play, the Ninjas drew out shiny shurikens, and the Priests groaned in the damaged worship hall.

It was like hell, it was like hell…

Kobashi was about to die just like that.

Ah, but!

In the line of trembling and nearly incontinent Sirang Electronics employees, one person stood up.

“——!”

The baseball bat was blocked right in front of Kobashi’s head.

A young man’s hand gripped the top of the bat, the sturdy weapon made of high-strength alloy, and in an instant, shattered into a shower of debris!

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, asshole!” The lower-ranked Ninjas yelled out.

The employee tore off the mask above his head, revealing gray hair and the face of a young man.

Then, Gongsun Ce’s hand gripped Shiyu Lingba’s face from the front, and with the acceleration of telekinetic power in his wrist, he pressed the leather-clad punk towards the ground, hammering his exaggerated spiky head into the pathway of the shrine like a pile driver!

The heart-wrenching impact sound overpowered the volume of the blasting heavy metal music, buzzing in everyone’s ears.

“Oh~~~” The lead singer took a breath after his long wail, and the music paused at that moment.

Amidst the deadly silence, a furious roar from a hot-tempered young man resounded.

“Flatten Shiyu Lingba’s head!”