Honkai: Fire Moth Herrschers

The young man… ah, spit!

Brother Bing's face flushed crimson, one hand tugging at his collar, the other covering his mouth and nose, his eyes fixed on Vill-V's fluttering hands.

Vill-V kept her head down, her uniquely shaped top hat drooping, obscuring her features. While shifting the positions of the three upside-down cups, she asked without looking back:

"You brought a camera, right?"

Pardo's lips had just begun to curl into a smile, but instantly froze.

She subtly adjusted the jacket tied around her waist.

But after saying that, Vill-V ignored Pardo and asked Brother Bing:

"So, have you decided? Which one will you choose this time? Don't blame me for not warning you. If you choose wrong again, I'll set off the bomb!"

"Bomb?" Michael had just stood up, ready to rush in and capture Vill-V, but he froze upon hearing that.

After a moment of shock, Immer carefully observed Brother Bing's body shape, then pointed out the bulge on the back of his jacket to Michael.

"Ha… ha! Sister Vill-V, what are you talking about… ahahaha, where's the bomb?"

Pardo forced a smile as she spoke, silently backing away, trying to slip away.

She looked around. She didn't know what Brother Bing was doing. All of his underlings were standing far away, facing away from them. Nobody knew that the strange woman had just said she was going to blow up their boss.

"Oh? You actually know my name? It's a bit much to send a little squirt like you, isn't it?"

"Sister Vill-V! Calm down! Calm down!" For some reason, Pardo found the address "Sister Vill-V" to be exceptionally smooth.

Wait! This isn't the time to be thinking about that, is it?

Is this what 500,000 is worth? Blowing people up right from the start?

Vill-V ignored Pardo and, lowering her head, said to Brother Bing in a deep voice, "Choose."

Brother Bing kept swallowing, seemingly not noticing Pardo being brought in.

His hand trembled violently, as if he had Parkinson's.

Finally, his hand pointed to the cup in the middle.

Vill-V chuckled, removed the cup, and it was empty.

"Oh dear! It seems your luck isn't very good!"

Vill-V waved her hand, and a remote control appeared in her palm.

"So, shall I press it?"

Her thumb was right above the button, raised high. Under the top hat, her peripheral vision glanced at Pardo.

As for Brother Bing, he had already fainted the moment the answer was revealed, collapsing onto the table.

"Thud!"

If not for some reason, Vill-V felt that the corners of her mouth would be twitching.

Pardo didn't hesitate to kneel down and hug Vill-V's leg.

"Sister Vill-V! Please spare me! I haven't lived enough yet! Waaah!"

Vill-V didn't speak. Her thumb slowly approached the button.

Immer felt a chill behind him. When he turned around, Michael was gone.

"Vill-V, surrender."

Neither Vill-V nor Pardo could see his movement with the naked eye.

It was like he suddenly appeared next to Pardo, grabbing Vill-V's wrist.

The remote control fell to the ground, kicked away by Michael.

Vill-V finally raised her head, looking at the pale-faced Michael.

She forced a stiff smile:

"So, it's you…"

The tone was like mockery, yet also like a sigh.

But Michael's pupils constricted. He reacted almost instantly!

If the cold, hard touch he felt when he grabbed Vill-V's wrist wasn't enough to explain anything, the moment Vill-V raised her head, the truth was revealed—

That wasn't the real Vill-V, but a sophisticated robot.

Brother Bing's underlings finally noticed the abnormality in the garden, but it was too late.

"By the way, if I blow up a bunch of evil scoundrels, will you give me a 'Good Samaritan' banner?"

The "Vill-V" robot pulled out another remote control from who knows where.

"Sorry, this is the real bomb remote control!"

"Pardo, hold on tight!"

Without waiting for Michael's instructions, Pardo had already skillfully wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, her small body like a pendant on Michael's chest.

"Boom!"

The robot, Brother Bing, and the entire garden were instantly reduced to dust.

The shockwave of the explosion stirred up dust, but it was all blocked by the energy shield that Michael constructed.

"The boss is dead!"

"The murderer is there! Get him!"

"Mrs. Hu, the landlady, is mine now!"

"Forget about catching the murderer! Let's grab the upperclassmen and Yuhui! [Yuhui is a common name used to represent the school idol type, a popular and cute girl that everyone has a crush on.]"

The dust hadn't completely settled, but the underlings of the "Youth Gang" were already fighting among themselves. Only a few picked up 18-centimeter-long machetes and stumbled towards the center of the explosion.

"This is too chaotic…"

Michael muttered to himself, his mind racing:

"How did Vill-V figure out our plan and make arrangements in advance?"

"Where is Vill-V's real body?"

"Forget it, let's get out of here first!"

He glanced at Pardo, who had her eyes closed and was trembling, her head buried in his chest. Michael leaped up, a faint blue light enveloping his feet, his feet gradually transforming into a four-wheeled vehicle…

"Go straight for that four-wheeled vehicle!"

Michael seemed to hear the underlings shouting.

Two wheels are more normal…

Michael silently changed the blueprint in his mind.

He quickly dodged past the fighting underlings, nearing the wall of the garden. At the same time, a blue track that gradually rose appeared in front of him.

The wind whistled in his ears. He didn't stop, accelerating to the maximum, and leaped up!

Just then, he saw Immer rushing over with a gun.

Straight-laced Immer looked at the solid wall, smacked his head, took two steps back, and fired an armor-piercing grenade, blasting the wall in front of him to pieces.

Then, he watched Michael, who had been blown away by his blast, and fell into deep thought…

"Immer! You're going to have extra training when we get back!"

Michael crawled out of the rubble, his ears still ringing. He didn't care about his image anymore. He grabbed Pardo and Immer and ran.

Michael dodged a flying cleaver. Behind him, the underlings chasing after him shouted hoarsely:

"Stop those people! They blew the boss into two pieces!"

"?"

Michael had a question mark in his mind.

"Are you kidding me?! I just walked in and it's like I'm watching Tom and Jerry, and somehow I'm the one getting blamed! I'm suing you for defamation! Defamation, I tell you!"

As he shouted, the surrounding streets erupted.

Countless small figures emerged from the streets, waving pitchforks, rakes, and leather whips, trying to surround him.

Fortunately, Michael was fast enough to dodge most of the pursuers. If he encountered an attack he couldn't dodge, he would decisively use Immer, the human shield + sonic weapon, to block it.

The balconies were also filled with middle-aged women with permed hair and cigarettes in their mouths. They pointed out Michael and the others' positions from above. And some…

Wait, that aunt, a chamber pot! A chamber pot is a no-no!

Seeing the sky filled with bio-attacks, Michael gritted his teeth, dropped Immer, and shouted, "Follow me closely!"

He hugged Pardo, his whole body arched, and after a brief charge, he slammed into the wall, leaving a deep footprint where he had been standing.

"Rumble rumble rumble…"

He had actually punched a hole straight through the building. Immer quickly followed, leaving behind a group of pursuing underlings experiencing a shower of heavenly dew.

"It's okay, it's okay, we just need to get out of this area!"

Feeling Pardo trembling and screaming in his arms, Michael patted her back to comfort her.

Then he heard even more explosions.

"One, two, three… Pardo, how many major gangs are there in Twilight Street?"

Pardo drooped her head. After a long time, she dazedly held up four fingers on her right hand.

"Madwoman!" Michael cursed under his breath.

He had been wondering why Vill-V could predict their movements.

It turned out it wasn't prediction. Probably when he and Immer entered Twilight Street yesterday, their clothes, which were out of place, had caught her attention. So, the next day, she just stirred up a big mess, making Twilight Street, which was already famous for its chaos, even more chaotic!

"Hello! Are you looking for me?"

Just then, a Vill-V-shaped robot walked out from around the corner ahead.

I feel like the last two chapters have been a bit too unrestrained…