Luo Binhan was completely stunned. He had no idea what she was talking about. But he recognized a stun gun when he saw one; he’d even bought a set for his sister. So he immediately stopped screaming and clamped his mouth shut.
The beautiful nun pressed the tip of the stun gun harder against his throat.
"Where is the Hunting Dog!?"
Luo Binhan felt the cold, metallic pressure against his throat, making it hard to breathe. He started thinking about the dog he used to have, but it was long gone, and he couldn’t have told her where it was now.
He felt a wave of despair. Just then, the door to the side hall opened. Luo Binhan craned his neck to look and saw four or five more nuns enter. They were all so beautiful it only deepened his despair, and without a word, they all started taking off their clothes.
Six beautiful nuns in revealing light armor surrounded him.
"Is this the one?" asked a nun with a particularly prominent bust.
"He’s in 0206’s records," replied another with a ridiculously narrow waist.
Although he had no idea what they were talking about, Luo Binhan still yelled with resolute determination, "A misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding! You’ve got the wrong person!"
The nuns were not moved by his soul-baring performance. The one with the palest skin put a hand on her hip, took a few flirtatious steps across the side hall, and finally made her decision. "Take him away. We’ll interrogate him slowly."
"Wait, please wait," Luo Binhan said calmly. "I have one last thing to say."
The nuns stared at him in unison, their eyes as beautiful as a starry sky. Luo Binhan took a deep breath and spoke to the most well-endowed nun. "Once, a true love was set before me, but I didn’t cherish it. Nothing in this world is more painful. In some ways, you’re a lot like her, and it’s made me fall for you at first sight. If possible, I’d like to elope with you, and if I had to put a deadline on that, I’d want it to be right here, right now, this instant."
"I don’t love you," the nun replied without batting an eye.
Luo Binhan immediately summoned every ounce of his strength and roared.
"Pervert nuns in kinky outfits are kidnapping a good, innocent boy! Help! Someone, save me! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Just then, the door to the side hall opened again. Luo Binhan looked over, filled with hope, only to find another beautiful nun. Perhaps annoyed by his screaming, her expression was not pleasant.
The other nuns looked at her strangely.
"Mia, you should be keeping watch outside," said the palest-skinned nun.
The nun called Mia hadn’t taken off her clothes. She collapsed without a sound, revealing a red-robed youth standing behind her.
"You’re so damn loud," the youth said to Luo Binhan with contempt.
That voice ignited a spark of hope in Luo Binhan. He recognized its owner—a person named Jing Huang, a strange youth he had met by chance several months ago. The youth was shrouded in mystery, but right now, none of that mattered.
Jing Huang kicked the nun on the floor, then slowly walked into the hall. With a series of mechanical clicks, the other nuns turned in unison to face him. Luo Binhan was tied up so tightly he couldn’t see what they were pulling out, but to be honest, he didn’t really want to know.
"Go on, shoot," the youth said, his face expressionless.
"Aim carefully," added Luo Binhan, who could only sit ramrod straight in front of the nuns.
The nuns opened fire. Luo Binhan thought the explosions at such a close range would deafen him, but the sound that erupted from behind him wasn’t a series of deafening BOOMS, but rather a short, sharp chirping. He almost thought it was a bird.
Luo Binhan saw countless, slender red rays of light shoot out from behind him. They grazed his scalp as they flew toward the side hall’s entrance, weaving a bright red grid that made the floor sizzle. He reflexively squeezed his eyes shut in terror.
So, he couldn’t clearly describe what happened next. He felt a blast of searing wind from behind him. The gale raged through the side hall, sending furniture and decorations flying everywhere with a tremendous CLATTER. Luo Binhan sensed something solid moving beside him—he’d call it "swimming" because it was so agile, darting and pausing around him like a fish that could swim through the air.
He dared to open his eyes. A dark blur shot past his face.
The side hall was unrecognizable, with fires breaking out everywhere. The nuns lay on the floor, their hands and feet covered in blood. Luo Binhan almost thought they were dead, but when a flame licked at one of their fingers, she twitched in obvious pain.
The red-robed youth stood in the center of the side hall, his foot on the palest-skinned nun. He nudged her with his foot, forcing her to look up at him.
"...Mystic Rainbow Jade," the nun said.
The youth kicked her again. "Did I say you could talk? Why are you looking for 0312?"
The kick wasn’t heavy, yet the nun curled up in pain. Jing Huang coldly grabbed her by the hair and pressed his right index finger to the center of her forehead.
The nun began to scream as if she were being electrocuted. Her eyes rolled back, and black, foul-smelling scorch marks appeared on her jade-like skin.
Jing Huang clicked his tongue, pulled his hand back, and threw her to the ground. Then he walked toward Luo Binhan. Only then did Luo Binhan realize his shackles had been cut into several pieces. He scrambled up from the chair.
"Hey, Jing Huang, what about these women...?"
"They’re not dead. Just broke their arms and legs. They’ll be fine after lying around for a bit."
The youth pushed him out of the hall with a deadpan expression. Although Luo Binhan was more than happy to leave, he couldn’t help but keep looking back.
"Where the hell have you been for the past three months, kid..."
"Gate City."
"Huh?"
"You wouldn’t know it even if I told you. I was planning to go farther away, but halfway there I heard those guys were coming. The array set up at your house can’t stop them, so I figured I might as well just take you with me."
Luo Binhan was a little dazed. He changed the subject. "Were those women looking for you?"
"No. The ones looking for me haven’t arrived yet. They were here to kill 0312."
The 0312 Jing Huang mentioned was another strange man Luo Binhan had met months ago. The man called himself Fack. He worked as a programmer at a tech company in the neighboring city, and his most striking feature was his bald head, as glaringly conspicuous as a monk’s.
Just like Jing Huang, Fack had suddenly disappeared three months ago, right around the time Luo Binhan’s friend Zhou Yu was discharged from the hospital. At the time, however, Luo Binhan hadn’t found it strange. He knew that both Jing Huang and Fack shared a secret that set them apart from ordinary people.
And that was—
"Get in the car," Jing Huang said.
Luo Binhan stared at the stylish, cool red sports car in front of him. The joy of their reunion vanished in an instant.
"Jing Huang!" he roared. "You’re driving my fucking car again!"
"It’s my car."
"Bullshit! You don’t even have a driver’s license!"
The youth frowned impatiently. "What’s all the noise? I said it’s mine, so it’s mine. No time to explain, get in!"
He kicked Luo Binhan and his suitcase into the back seat of the sports car, then got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The impact of his own suitcase made Luo Binhan gasp. He finally managed to right himself and sit up. He was about to argue with Jing Huang, but one look at the scenery outside the car made him forget everything.
The sports car was hurtling through the city streets at what he estimated to be over fifty miles per hour. But for some reason, the engine was completely silent.
Fifty miles per hour wasn’t an exact estimate; the speedometer was frozen as if it were broken. But based on Luo Binhan’s experience driving on the highway, their actual speed was likely even faster. He almost started screaming again—compared to the laser guns of the perverted, lingerie-clad nuns, crashing into something at this speed in the city was a far more miserable way to die. In fact, instant death was probably better than surviving the accident.
"Stop the fucking caaaaaa—huh?"
The sports car jolted slightly, its front wheels clearly tilting upward. ’Are there ramps on the city streets?’ Before Luo Binhan could even figure it out, that all-too-familiar feeling of weightlessness enveloped him. Right before his eyes, the car’s rear wheels lifted off the ground out of thin air, and the entire vehicle soared into the sky like a glider.
To be honest, this wasn’t the first time Luo Binhan had experienced something like this. He stared up at the blue sky in silence for a moment, then finally took out his phone and called Zhou Yu.
"I’m ascending to heaven," he said gravely. "Remember to feed my parrot for me."
Zhou Yu said, "Huh?" on the other end of the line.