Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 346 - 346 63rd Decaying Sadness of Old Age Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows Part 2

346: 63rd Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 2) 346: 63rd Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 2) Ninja bowed deeply.

“There’s no such thing.”

“Hahaha!

Zhongyi, let’s go!”

Watching from the entrance, Shiyu Zhongyi approached.

So far, only three at the highest ranks within the Martial Arts Association knew what kind of power this enigmatic test subject possessed.

Shiyu Zhongyi apologized with lip movements for his father’s rudeness and then spoke at a normal volume, “Do you need my help, Father?”

“Do you know what a perceptive child would do at this moment?”

“I don’t know.”

“They would come up and support me.”

Shiyu Zhongyi nodded earnestly and asked again, “So, do you need it?”

His nominal father rolled his eyes vigorously, seemingly utterly despondent about him.

“Yes, correct, certainly, I do need it, you idiot.”

“Understood.”

The father and son from Shiyu Research Institute left.

Zuiyan was a Spiritual Image Mage extremely adept at discerning emotions, yet even he couldn’t determine the true intent behind the man’s words.

Did he genuinely pour love and affection into this “last test subject,” or was he still treating him as just another tool, like those children from the past?

What a terrifying man…

Zuiyan returned to the chessboard, where the Shocking General was attempting, with little success, to teach the Shiyu Spirit Temple to play mobile games.

He would have to chide them again later; they couldn’t waste time on such electronic pitfalls.

Now that divination and monitoring proved futile, perhaps it was time to try the old methods from a decade ago…

The old ninja was organizing his thoughts when the Shocking General suddenly looked up in shock, announcing in his usual booming voice, “Report!

An urgent message, sender is Crush=san!”

Zuiyan’s hands clenched behind him.

His voice still remained as unflappable as an ancient well, “Report the situation.”

“Understood!” The ninja adjusted the communication terminal nervously, “Crush=san claims to have encountered a complex emergency.

He’ll discuss the details upon returning to Weiyuan City…

All three are safe!

Looks like they were saved by the backstreet doctor, Sanmura, after being severely injured!”

“Crush=san likely holds confidential intelligence.

Shocking General=san, the rendezvous operation is up to you.”

“Understood!”

The Shocking General set off swiftly.

The old ninja sat down at the chessboard, eyes slightly closed.

Perfect.

Shiyu Spirit Temple quickly arranged the chess pieces.

“Zuiyan=san, may we play another game?”

“Granted.”

In this round, Zuiyan won with ease.

·

After lunchtime.

In a corner of Tatami Mat Street, deep in the Handbag District, there was a small karate dojo tucked between a bar and a tatami mat shop.

This area’s surveillance methods were all ingeniously modified, serving as Zuiyan’s personally operated secret base.

Zuiyan sat at the center of the dojo, listening to the reports of three individuals.

There were too many to convene in the tea room.

Crush, Self-Harm, and the controller each reported their status without any reservation.

“…”

Pure actions, the invader’s strength, Shiyu Lianyi’s arrival, and the hidden truth behind the Calamity Army plan.

A series of shocking facts left even the battle-hardened old ninja in prolonged contemplation.

“The trajectory of Pure=san and his cleanup troops is actually unknown to you,” Zuiyan said evenly, “Traveling to Kuku Jili Town for treatment by the backstreet doctor was a judgement made by Self-Harm=san under the adversity of being severely injured and losing contact with rescue.”

“Understood.”

Calamity God Ninja…

a merged ninja…

“The test subject tentatively called Calamity God Ninja, aside from an unusual appearance, what other characteristics does it possess?” Zuiyan noticed the controller’s hesitation to speak, “Go ahead, Controller=san.

Even speculations without evidence are acceptable, this isn’t a police station.”

“Yes!” The controller clutched his trousers tightly, “Sharp Ears, Green Mantis, and Hunting Fox were all my peers.

I tried to question them about some details from our concentrated training period, but they couldn’t remember clearly anymore.

Family, friends, previous relationships, though they still have memories of these things, they are faint…

Like someone else is using their bodies.” The controller added softly, “These were under deep hypnotic interrogation, with the assistance of Shiyu Ling’s power, so there’s a possibility of false information.”

“Hmm.” Zuiyan made the intricate gesture signifying “stand down if unrelated,” and both Self-Harm and the controller bowed and silently left the dojo.

The two leaders of the Ninja Army sat opposite each other.

Goro did not speak, just waiting for his judgment.

It’s not credible.

I personally oversaw Weiyuan City; there’s no reason that I wouldn’t have noticed.

Zuiyan wanted to speak these thoughts aloud, but his rationality restrained his emotions.

“Crush=san, I haven’t noticed any signs that make sense.”

“Master, ever since you took charge of the crisis prediction department, you’ve been actually disconnected from the intelligence network within the city!” The disciple’s statement struck home, “The crisis prediction for Zero Island was entrusted to the most trusted you, while the aspects genuinely tied to our lives were handled by Pure.

Even under the pretense of balancing power, this is still Lord Shanqi deliberately isolating you!”

“…”

Zuiyan knew his disciple’s words were correct.

But he found it hard to believe.

The young ones he had high hopes for, the new generation that he and the elders had taught, turned into monstrous beings…

He didn’t want to believe it.

Crush thumped with inquiry, “Master, what do we do next?”

“Rest first, focus on recovery,” Zuiyan lowered his gaze, “I will personally confirm with Lord Shanqi and then decide.”

·

The black luxury car drove along Cut Material Street on the edge of the Handbag District.

This was already far from the center of Weiyuan City; towering red towers and dazzling skyscrapers seemed like distant pictures, unreachable.

Rough buildings were piled up like blocks, second- or third-hand cars were parked haphazardly on both sides of the street, and women with secrets wore ostentatiously gorgeous clothes, posing as Oiran to attract customers under the pink neon lights.