Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Chapter 390 The Han Chuan Family... When the Clan is Exterminated!!! (Page 12)

Black Sycamore Club.

In front of the bar.

Lin Qiye's slender fingers gently tapped the wooden countertop of the bar, the knuckles striking the surface with a crisp sound.

He leaned forward slightly, and the collar of his black shirt opened a crack as he moved, revealing a faint outline of his collarbone.

“Uncle Kyosuke,” his voice was just the right amount of sincerity, and a perfectly businesslike smile curved his lips, “we’d ​​like to ask for leave tonight for the Tenjin Festival and fireworks display, is that alright?”

"Clap!"

The crystal glass in Kyosuke's hand suddenly slipped, but he nimbly caught it with his toes just before it hit the ground.

"Oh? Going to see a performance?" His voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

(What kind of trouble are these little devils up to now?)

(Last time I said I was going to see a performance, but I ended up blowing up the offering box at the shrine.)

(The last time we talked about going to see the cherry blossoms, the entire cherry blossom grove was cut down.)

(The time before last...)

Uncle Kyosuke's gaze swept over the group of people standing behind Lin Qiye:

Garan was pretending to be well-behaved with his hands behind his back, but his toes were restlessly drawing circles.

Haruki Amamiya elegantly adjusted his cuffs, his eyes calm, a slight smile on his face.

Zhang Yun whistled and looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, Kyosuke's face blossomed into a radiant smile, the wrinkles around his eyes widening into radiating lines: "Of course! Young people should participate in festivals more often~"

Just as Lin Qiye was about to thank him, he heard a muffled thud.

Uncle Kyosuke suddenly pulled out a gilded wooden box, about half a person tall, from under the counter. The lid of the box had the words "Secret Treasure" written in gold lettering.

“However…” he rubbed his hands mysteriously, lemon stains still lingering under his fingernails from mixing drinks last night, “you have to wear the clothes I prepared!”

With a "click" as the box buckle popped open, the entire Black Sycamore fell into an eerie silence.

...

Black Sycamore's changing room.

Zhang Yun clung tightly to the Roman column in the hall like a koala, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"I! Don't! Want! To! Wear! This!" His voice was filled with unprecedented despair. "This is a hundred times more shameful than women's clothing!"

(Are you kidding me! Forget about the big lettering on that yukata with glowing black phoenix trees embroidered on it.)

(There's even a speaker system in the background that automatically plays "Good Luck"!)

(The worst part is that there's a hidden mechanism in the belt that sprays confetti!)

(And it even has the words "Fortune Telling and Divination" engraved on it!!!)

Uncle Kyosuke pulled out a giant sewing kit from somewhere, filled with needles, thread, and even a mini sewing machine: "No problem~" he smiled like a kind old fox, "I'll alter it on the spot if it doesn't fit properly~"

"Click!" The sound of the sewing machine starting made Zhang Yun shudder.

And the other side.

Garan couldn't wait to put on the pink yukata:

"I want this one! This little bunny is so cute!" She excitedly twirled around, the pom-poms on the hem of the yukata swaying with her movements.

(Wait...why are that rabbit's eyes glowing?)

(The ears can move?!)

(It even makes a cute "gurgle" sound when you pinch its tail?!)

Uncle Kyosuke proudly introduced, "A high-tech sensory mascot costume! It automatically acts cute based on surrounding sounds~"

As if to prove this statement, when Haruki Amamiya sighed, the rabbit ears on Garan's collar immediately drooped down in a pitiful manner.

Haruki Amamiya's slender fingers lifted the dark blue yukata, a crack appearing in his elegant mask: "I think your usual kimono is..."

"No way~" Uncle Kyosuke wagged his index finger, his other hand already holding up a calculator.

"This is your 'work uniform,' or your salary will be docked!" The calculator emitted a cold, electronic voice: "This month's salary -50,000 yen."

Haruki Amamiya's fingertips trembled slightly:

(The "NO.1" on the back of this yukata is inlaid with small diamonds.)

(The slit at the hem almost reaches the waist)

(The worst part is...)

He gently unfolded his bathrobe, revealing a row of fluorescent words sewn onto the inside: "Tonight belongs only to you."

Lin Qiye stood in front of the dressing mirror, looking at his own radiant reflection, and fell into deep thought:

The LED light strip on the collar is playing a loop that says "The most handsome in the room!"

A miniature projector in his cuff projected his 3D image onto the wall.

The belt buckle is a smart speaker, currently playing "A Hero in Troubled Times".

The most amazing thing is that... the dark pattern on the back will reveal the words "Black Phoenix Top Player" when heated.

(Is it too late to resign now?)

(or...)

He silently looked out the window, estimating his chances of survival if he jumped from the second floor.

...

night.

On the main street of the Tenjin Festival, the glow of lanterns formed a winding river of light in the night.

The bustling crowds resembled flowing ribbons, and the "clack-clack" of wooden clogs on the stone pavement mingled with the shouts of vendors, creating a lively symphony.

The girls in kimonos held round fans to cover their faces and chuckled softly, the flower hairpins in their hair trembling slightly with their steps.

One of them suddenly pointed ahead and exclaimed, "Look! Those people are...?!"

The tipsy middle-aged man had just taken a bite of takoyaki, leaving golden sauce smeared on his beard, and he forgot to wipe it off: "These young people nowadays are really something..."

The child carrying the candied apples stared wide-eyed as the rabbit balloon in his hand "popped" out of his grasp and flew into the night sky—coinciding perfectly with the sudden explosion of fireworks, creating a dreamlike interplay of light and shadow.

When five figures holding red umbrellas appeared at the street corner, the entire street seemed to be paused.

Lin Qiye, like a king, had LED light strips on his black and gold bathrobe drawing dazzling light trails in the night.

With each step he takes, the words "Most Handsome in the Whole Place" on the hem of his shirt change font.

The red umbrella in his hand has a hidden mechanism in its ribs; a gentle press will project the Black Phoenix logo above his head.

(Passersby automatically made way for a three-meter-wide passage.)

(A little girl was about to approach when her mother pulled her back, saying, "Honey, don't look, it'll blind you!")

Haruki Amamiya is equally extraordinary.

The words "NO.1" inlaid with diamonds refracted a rainbow of light under the red umbrella.

The hem of the yukata revealed glimpses of her long, slender legs as she walked.

(At least thirty blushing girls were already following behind him)

(A crazed fan is trying to touch what's under his yukata....)

"Esteemed guest," Haruki Amamiya smiled as he closed his red umbrella, "looking is fine, but touching will incur a fee."

Garan's pink yukata had rabbit ears that twitched as she hopped around.

Every time its tail is pinched, it makes a "clucking" sound, causing passersby to clutch their chests in surprise.

The red umbrella is covered with carrot patterns.

(Five photographers are already kneeling and begging to be photographed.)

(Three festival vendors offered free candied apples)

"Oh my gosh~" Garan twirled the red umbrella, "There's a candy launcher hidden in the handle of this umbrella!"

Zhang Yun was in a tough spot, forced to work, with the four characters "fortune telling and divination" shining brightly behind him.

The tip of the red umbrella was actually a retractable fortune-telling banner.

The tarot card shuffling machine hidden in the belt was buzzing.

(Surrounded by a dozen or so middle-aged women)

("Master, please tell me about my son's marriage prospects!")

("Let's check my financial fortune first!")

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Yun exclaimed in despair, "Why does my red umbrella automatically play 'Good Luck' as soon as I open it?!"

While the other members were still struggling with their embarrassing yukatas, Xiao Jin had already elegantly opened his red umbrella, lightly flicked the hem of his yukata, and instantly entered "professional host mode".

Lin Qiye (eye twitching): "...Xiao Jin, why are you so skilled at this?"

Xiao Jin (lightly stroking the umbrella handle with her fingertips, revealing a professional smile): "Oh my~ Nanaya-kun, before joining Black Willow, I worked part-time in Ginza~"

(Inner monologue: Finally, I have a chance to show my true strength!)

Zhang Yun (shocked): "Wait, Ginza?! Isn't that...?"

Xiao Jin (winks): "That's right, it's that 'Night Butterfly'~"

(Everyone is silent for three seconds)

The crowd (with cold eyes): "...I'm starting to doubt Kyosuke's hiring standards."

Uncle Kyosuke (giving a thumbs-up from a distance): "That's professionalism!"

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the festival, Yurina stood beside Uncle Kyosuke, holding a string of candied apples in her hands, a smile she couldn't hide on her lips.

Uncle Kyosuke (turning his head to look at her): "How are you getting used to life now?"

Yurina (taking a bite of candy, her eyes squinting with sweetness): "Mmm! I'm so happy!"

"Compared to before, this feels like a dream!"

Uncle Kyosuke (smiled with relief): "That's good."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

In the distance, Xiao Jin (suddenly shouts): "Yurina-chan~ want to experience the charm of a male host?"

Yurina (chuckles): "Senior Kin-chan, you should take care of your own guests first~"

(As soon as he finished speaking, a group of female fans who had been attracted to Xiao Jin surrounded him.)

Fan Girl A (excitedly): "Hey buddy! Please give me your autograph!"

Fangirl B (blushing): "Can, can we take a picture together?"

Xiao Jin (skillfully flashing a business smile): "Of course~ But there's a fee~"

(Lin Qiye sighs: This guy has completely gotten into character...)

Looking at the members making a ruckus in the distance, Uncle Kyosuke stroked his beard and chuckled softly, "These guys, they really are a worry..."

Yurina (tilting her head): "Uncle actually spoils them a lot, doesn't he?"

Uncle Kyosuke (pretending to be serious): "Hmph, I just don't want them to ruin the reputation of Black Phoenix."

(But the smile at the corner of his mouth completely betrayed him)

Sudden--

"boom!"

A huge firework exploded in the night sky, illuminating the entire festival.

Xiao Jin (holding up a red umbrella, beaming): "Everyone~ tonight's performance has only just begun!"

...

Black sycamore.

In the darkness, a jet-black limousine screeched to a halt in front of the Black Sycamore gate, its tires screeching against the ground.

The car door swung open with a "whoosh," and a dozen burly men in black suits and sunglasses filed out. The leader, Mr. Jing, had a toothpick in his mouth and a fierce look in his eyes.

Brother A excitedly pointed to the door, his body brimming with respect: "Mr. Jing! This is it! The intelligence said that girl and Asaba Nanaya were hiding here!"

Mr. Jing (with a sneer): "Ha, finally found it!!!"

(With a wave of his hand)

"Smash!"

"By the way!"

"Bring him here!!!"

...

The lingering atmosphere of the festival still hung in the air, and paper lanterns on both sides of the street swayed gently in the night breeze, casting warm dappled light.

In the distance, the faint echoes of taiko drums could still be heard, intertwining with the chirping of insects at the end of summer to create a unique rhythm for the festival.