Superman Termination Manual

"This is the place, no doubt," Fan Quan said calmly.

Ke Mingye took off his raincoat hood and silently looked around. He could see the Cowherds, framed by large portraits on golden-wired walls, wiping windows, and cleaning the floor. At that moment, they all turned their gaze toward him, their expressions unfriendly.

"They don't seem very welcoming," he said in Chinese.

"Indeed," Qing Meng said.

"Are they going to fight us?" Ju Zipi asked.

As soon as the words left his mouth, two Cowherds quietly shut the club's main door.

Meanwhile, a Cowherd wiping glasses at the bar, another cleaning the floor, and yet another replacing wall paintings, simultaneously turned around, pulled out a handgun from nowhere, raised the barrel, and aimed it at the four people's heads.

Ke Mingye stood emotionlessly at the front of the group, both hands in the pockets of his raincoat. He remained unmoved, the rainwater flowing down the hem of his coat and soaking his pants.

Fan Quan silently retreated to stand next to Qing Meng and Ju Zipi.

Ju Zipi, prepared for this, produced a tide-forged wild knife in his right hand, as if dragon roars resonated from beneath the water.

Just as those forefingers pulled triggers, the wave knife turned into a waterfall-like tide sweeping forward, instantaneously enveloping the trio and shielding them from the barrage of bullets.

The high-speed whirling bullets entered the tide, like stones sinking into the sea, their momentum and kinetic energy instantly cushioned to nothing.

Like babies in a cradle, nearly a hundred bullets softly swayed back and forth in the web woven by the tide.

Simultaneously, Ke Mingye darted around inside the club like lightning, now appearing on a sofa, now on a chandelier from the ceiling, nearly perfectly dodging the sweeping hail of bullets.

The lightness of a marionette, coupled with E-class superhuman physical fitness, made his movements unbelievably fast, far surpassing the physical limits of humans.

No matter how ferocious the staff's gunfire, they were still human, and the naked eye simply couldn't catch Ke Mingye's speed; their shooting was always a beat too slow.

While dodging the gunfire, Ke Mingye didn't forget to lower his right hand, shooting spider silk at the staff.

In the blink of an eye, strands of spider silk with blazing white spider webs shot across the room, and within seconds, nearly fifteen Cowherds were completely disarmed, their weapons either stuck to the ground, the walls, or the sofas by the spider webs.

Even worse, some had their gun barrels plugged by the spider webs, rendering one of their hands useless due to a blown chamber.

Outside the club, pedestrians carried umbrellas through the curtain of rain, while the harsh gunfire from Black Tengu Club kept coming through, muffled by the spattering rain and the noisy music and advertisements.

Finally, after a round of gunfire, the Host Club fell into a brief silence. Most of the Cowherds had been disarmed by the spider webs, and the rest, knowing that their bullets were useless against him, stopped shooting.

All the Cowherds found cover and peeked out to observe the situation outside.

Someone was "clack-clacking" as they changed their magazine, but a strand of spider silk swiftly shot by Ke Mingye stuck his arm and the gun to the ground.

He struggled with all his might, but the spider web didn't budge.

Ke Mingye, holding onto a spider silk attached to a chandelier, dangled upside down from the ceiling and leisurely scanned the room, by now the focus of everyone's eyes.

"I am the bodyguard for these three. In my stead, can we refrain from using knives and guns? It's rather uncouth, don't you think?"

He paused, sighed impatiently, and switched to a more direct approach.

"Alright, what I mean is, if you don't show some respect, then I'll slaughter all you idiots, got it?"

The cowherds stood still, deadly silent.

They couldn't understand the gibberish Ke Mingye was speaking, but his composed demeanor in the midst of it all stunned them. Was this the look of someone who had just survived a hail of bullets?

Ke Mingye had a sudden realization and remembered that they couldn't understand Chinese, so he turned to Fan Quan.

"Intellectual, translate this."

Behind the tidal wave curtain formed by Ju Zipi's crescent blade, Fan Quan spoke in Japanese, "He said he's offended, he actually doesn't want to oppose you, but it was rude of you to start shooting without a word."

Seeing that Fan Quan had started to translate, Ke Mingye then glanced at the mist continuously pouring into the room from a pipe in the ceiling and added, "Also, forget about that damn inhibiting spray, we are neither superpower users nor mutants."

Fan Quan translated his words, switching to Japanese, "The inhibitor is useless on us, we are not superhumans."

"Get the blond in the photo out here quick, or I'll smash this place up."

As Ke Mingye spoke, he shot a strand of web at the photo of the "Top Bull" on the bar, grabbed it with a swift pull, and swung around in mid-air so that all the cowherds could see the photo clearly.

Fan Quan said in Japanese, "We just want to find someone. Here, look at the photo, if we really can't meet him, then we'll leave first."

The two played off each other, causing the cowherds in the club to look at each other, their low murmurs echoing in every corner.

"If they are not superhumans, then why do they have these abilities?"

"Are they Divine Communicators? Neither genetic inhibitors nor superpower inhibitors work on Divine Communicators." Continue reading at empire

"Anyway, let's just call the assistant manager out, that guy is too weird."

As they were whispering among themselves, a tall, thin young man wearing a bartender's uniform, shoulder-length blonde hair, and sunglasses, walked out slowly from behind the bar, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"I want to talk to them alone. You guys clean up the shattered glasses and replace the torn wallpapers where necessary. Get the bar back to normal by tomorrow; we're closed for tonight."

The blonde young man spoke in a clear and concise manner, twirling the cigarette in his mouth, puffing out clouds of smoke.

Upon hearing this, the other cowherds in the club holstered their guns, stood up from behind cover, and went about their business as if nothing had happened; the entire bar continued to operate.

"See, that's settled then..."

Ke Mingye said as he released the webbing and flipped down from the ceiling to land on the club's floor.

Although Ju Zipi's wave blade hadn't dissipated, he was wary of the cowherds potentially double-crossing them. Thus, he kept his guard while escorting Fan Quan and Qing Meng toward the blonde man.

The four followed the blonde man into a private room within the club.

The blonde man turned on the light, sat down on the couch with his legs crossed, and looked up at them.

"So, how did you find me?"