My Avatar Is Becoming The Ultimate Boss Chapter 881

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He glanced up at the bar’s sign, then lowered his eyes to the slightly ajar door, and then put his hands in his pockets, wrapping his whole body with an invisible restraint belt.

Maintaining the restraint belt’s camouflage form, he moved forward like air, leaving no trace, effortlessly blending into the interior of the underground bar.

Ji Minghuan sat down on a chair in the corner, propping his chin with one hand, looking up curiously, silently observing the scene inside the bar.

At this moment, Urushibara Osamu and Anluns were sitting at the bar counter, chatting with Filio.

“Hahaha, let me tell you, Old Wolf he…”

Anluns laughed while patting Filio’s shoulder, telling him stories about Bai Tanlang.

Filio perked up his wolf ears, silently listening.

Urushibara Osamu sat alone at the bar, head lowered, playing with the cards at his fingertips, and occasionally answering one or two questions from Filio patiently.

On the other side, Mario was sitting with a hacker, playing games together.

The two were using a Switch console to play “Mario Kart 6,” and they seemed to get along well.

“Yo, hello everyone.” Suddenly, Ji Minghuan spoke.

Everyone was slightly stunned, then turned their heads towards the source of the voice to look at his face.

“Ji Minghuan!” Filio was first stunned, then excitedly perked up his ears.

“Can’t you stop making it like ‘Scream’ every time you show up, traitor?” Mario said.

“What else can I do?” Ji Minghuan said flatly, “Mario is so clever, he should have told you everything, right?” Saying this, he curiously looked at the three members of the group.

Back in the Jurassic World battle, he had already confessed his identity to Mario. Judging from their reactions, they should all know by now that Xia Pingzhou was one of his avatars.

“That’s right, he told us.” Urushibara Osamu said, “You are… Xia Pingzhou.”

“I was really shocked when I heard that, never thought our traitor was a creation of superpowers,” Anluns said.

“This guy is a traitor wherever he is.” Mario said, “Dead habits die hard.”

“You’ve been staying here for so long, aren’t you coming with me?” Ji Minghuan asked him.

Mario said expressionlessly, “No, I get along quite well with this guy.” Saying this, he nudged the hacker’s shoulder with his own.

The hacker scornfully said, “Clearly you got thrashed by me in games, unwilling to accept it, wanting to win back, but unfortunately… By the time you win, you’ll probably be a hundred years old.”

“Annoying.” Mario pouted.

“Then stay in the group, but remember to do less bad things and make sure not to lead Filio astray.”

“No worries… After all, Filio’s old man isn’t a good person either.” Mario said, “Besides, with you as a restricted-level overseeing us, where would we dare to misbehave? We’re just afraid you might fly around the Earth to serve us justice.”

“True, I bet you don’t have the guts.” Ji Minghuan shrugged, “By the way, where’s the doctor?”

“Upon knowing that Xia Pingzhou and Black Cocoon are all your puppets, he left with satisfaction, saying he wanted to return to the countryside to live.” The hacker said.

“What a bizarre person.”

After that, Ji Minghuan suddenly curled his lips into a smile, “Oh, by the way, I have some good news to inform you.”

“Don’t keep us in suspense, no time, Mario and I are going to play World of Warcraft later.” The hacker said.

“Really no time?”

“So what’s the news?”

“Well, your beloved Bai Tanlang is back.” Ji Minghuan said, suddenly reaching out a finger to pull out a crack, from which he grabbed a tiny gray and white wolf cub.

It lay asleep in his palm.

“Although… he’s become like this.” Ji Minghuan continued.

Filio looked blankly at the little wolf cub, moving his lips, “Dad… Dad?”

“Be careful not to drop your dad to death, or I won’t be responsible.”

Ji Minghuan reminded, while using the restraint belt to hand over the little wolf resting in his palm to Filio’s arms.

“No way?” The hacker was stunned.

“What’s so surprising?” Mario said expressionlessly, “Restricted level, miraculous, isn’t it?”

Urushibara Osamu and Anluns glanced at each other silently at this scene.

The latter shrugged and smiled slightly, saying:

“Though it’s quite magical, after all… It’s just great that Old Wolf is back, isn’t it?”

After saying that, he turned to look at Ji Minghuan, curiously asking: “By the way, what about our Uncle Takayama, Rabbit Head, and Sister Ripper, although asking you to revive them might be a bit too much to ask of you.”

“I searched the Earth but couldn’t find Uncle Takayama’s soul.”

“Rabbit Head?” Anluns asked again.

“I’m not familiar with him.”

“What about the Ripper?”

“Haha, as for the Ripper… I can only reveal to you that her situation is extremely dire, I don’t even know if she’d cut herself with a toy knife once she recovers her memories.”

Ji Minghuan said, tilting his head and suddenly showing an enigmatic smile, “After all, kids should be kept away from blades.”

Urushibara Osamu and Anluns exchanged another glance, unable to fathom what kind of torture their old friend was enduring, though Ji Minghuan’s expression spoke volumes.

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Five minutes later, in a dilapidated and desolate basement in Reykjavik, Iceland.

At this moment, there was a man in a hospital gown, tied to a chair with black restraint belts.

And now, a restraint incarnation, entirely black from head to toe, was pacing back and forth in the basement, taking care of his daily needs.

Its existence was to ensure the man wouldn’t starve to death in the basement due to a lack of food or water.

At this point, the restraint incarnation approached with freshly brewed tea, the corners of its mouth curving into a blood-hued smile, pouring warm tea again into the Mentor’s thermos.

Then, it suddenly retreated, speaking in a ghostly tone, “Salvation Society member, number 54250 — Mentor, restricted-level superpower user Ji Minghuan is visiting, please prepare quickly for the interrogation.”

Immediately afterward, the basement door creaked open, and a figure in an orange hoodie walked in.

The restraint incarnation silently stepped aside, still wearing that blood-hued smile.

Ji Minghuan walked over.

“What brings you to see me?” The Mentor asked.

“What I told you a month ago.” Ji Minghuan said.

The Mentor thought for a moment, “The World Tree?”

“Yes, I succeeded.” Ji Minghuan said, pulling a chair and sitting down in front of him, “I used the World Tree’s power to retrieve the souls of Li Qingping, Sun Changkong, and the others.”

He lowered his voice, “Unfortunately for you, there are a few more posthumans you’d want to deal with.”

“Is that so… Then congratulations.”

The Mentor said expressionlessly.

The restraint incarnation moved over, unscrewing his thermos to give him a sip of tea.

“Enjoying your stay here?” Ji Minghuan raised his head, looking into the Mentor’s eyes, “Oh, and don’t try to commit suicide again, I won’t let you bite your tongue to death.”

Saying that, he pointed to the restraint belt collar around the Mentor’s neck, “No matter how you try to end your life, this collar will stop you.”

He paused, “Just like how you electrocuted me before, understand?”

“Why not just kill me?” The Mentor asked.

“I’ve told you, we have half a lifetime to kill. Ending your life would be too easy for you.”

Ji Minghuan said, then stood up from the chair, “In the future, I’ll have plenty of good news to report to you. You just listen well here.”

The Mentor remained silent, quietly watching his back as he walked away.