Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 185

Chapter 185 – 134 Fan Quan: What, I’m fighting Spider Man?_2
[FailedMan: Small problem. They can’t beat me. In the worst-case scenario, I’ve prepared a way out. It’s better than being disrupted by pig teammates.]

[FailedMan: By the way, when you were watching the live broadcast, did the Dice Monster have a panel above its head?]

[Fan Quan: Yes, the introduction said it’s an unknown small-fry villain that seems to have a superpower triggered by dice. Cai Bing said she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.]

[FailedMan: So, you’re telling me this important thing two days later.]

As their chat reached this point, the train arrived at the station.

“The train has now arrived at the disused Tokyo Shiba Park train station in Tokyo, Japan. Please exit the train as soon as possible,” a disinfectant-like detached female voice echoed through the carriage.

Ke Mingye followed the two off the train, looking around as he turned his head.

Same old, same old, the dark and cramped train station. On the old, sunlight-deprived platform, a sign was affixed to a pillar and wall, written at the top “Tokyo Shiba Park Station No. 7 Viewing Window”.

They then took the JR train to the Kabukicho district in Tokyo and entered the Black Tengu Host Club.

“Long time no see.”

As soon as they entered, a handsome young man in a suit came to greet them. His eyes were lightly shadowed, his brows arched, and his face lightly made up.

Though a man, his demeanor was so pure, like a delicate lotus flower, sticking out among the flashy clubbers of the club, a refreshing sight.

Qing Meng crossed her arms, squinting as she sized up the Host. Stay connected with

Ke Mingye stared at the handsome face, whispering into Fan Quan’s ear, “Who is this guy?”

“Maybe… Ju Zipi.”

Fan Quan’s tone was uncertain.

At this, Ke Mingye was startled, then quickly changed his expression, tears nearly squeezing out of his eyes: “Lao Ju… I missed you.”

He hugged Ju Zipi tightly, muttering, “During these half a month you weren’t here, do you have any idea how that deceptive man has been overwhelming my nerves?”

“What did he do?” Ju Zipi asked.

Ke Mingye complained, “It was like a bloodthirsty brawny man remodeling a Magic Girl right in front of our eyes.”

“Hard to say, I feel that Magical Girl Xiaohongmao is a bit more impactful,” said Fan Quan.

“You should be the last person to say that…” Qing Meng also made a snide comment to Ke Mingye.

Ke Mingye suddenly had an idea and asked Fan Quan, “Can we transfer Paranoia over to be a Host? Sir, I request to reassign Lao Ju back to Huanjing!”

“You mean you want him to be chatting with a rich madam half-heartedly, then suddenly lick a knife and transform into a Magic Girl?” Fan Quan asked.

“Maybe someone’s into that?”

“Hold on, let go of me first. We’re still open for business, and there are female patrons watching,” Ju Zipi said in a low voice, drenched in sweat.

Ke Mingye then remembered he was in a public place and released Ju Zipi.

Click, click!

Female patrons immediately raised their phones to capture the moment, loudly egging them on in Japanese with “kisushite (kiss!),” one older woman giggling behind her hand, saying indeed our “Orange” is popular with both men and women, and others commented that it’s only normal for such an adorable little orange to attract men.

With one hand on her bag and the other holding her belly, Qing Meng laughed out loud. Once her laughter subsided, she bent over, back hunched, and raised her hand to pat Ju Zipi on the shoulder.

“Wow, got so capable in just half a month to become the top Host at the cowherd shop?” she said.

“It’s just luck, pure luck,” Ju Zipi laughed awkwardly.

Ke Mingye looked up and saw that the face of Ju Zipi, so fresh and youthful, had now taken over the cover photo spot for the Top Bull at the Black Tengu Host Club.

His code name was “RottenOrange”;

However, the patrons called him “Orange-chan”;

Colleagues referred to him as “Orange-san”.

Not only that, but the big screen embedded in the club was cycling through several photos of Ju Zipi — the moment he touched his lips, the moment he drew his tachi, and the moment he closed his eyes smelling roses.

Perhaps, amidst a crowd of flamboyant cheap goods, the rich madams of Japan had grown weary and, upon seeing such a youthfully innocent boy, it was hard not to feel affection for him.

Just as men easily feel pity for an innocent-looking bar girl, wondering how she ended up in such a plight, creating scenarios like “parents died leaving a huge debt, with a younger brother just starting elementary school” in their minds;

Women, too, seeing such a pure and beautiful young man fall to the status of a Host, naturally couldn’t help but feel compassion.

“Yo, you guys made it?”

A blond man with sunglasses came over, his left hand in the pocket of his bartender outfit, his right hand twirling a cigarette.

This player, tagged as the “Top Bull,” draped his arm over Ju Zipi’s shoulder and led him outside.

At that moment, an angry patron came over, arms folded, complaining that she’d booked Ju Zipi a week in advance and hoped that he wouldn’t be absent tonight.

Top Bull turned his head and sighed, “Madam, we’re just going for a meal. We’ll be back in the evening, don’t worry, our Host Club never disappoints the clients.”

Ke Mingye, not understanding a word of their language, felt the intensity of Ju Zipi’s work and patted his shoulder with a sigh.

Soon, Top Bull led the four to a nearby cafe, settling at a table.