Chapter 587: Banana Mischief, Not the Way (15)

If it's Miss Zhigengniao, she ought to make an exception and recruit new members!

No need for that; I'm just an ordinary person, like everyone else who likes the Sleep Banana little monkey.

The girl fished out a Sleep Banana little monkey pendant from her pocket and handed it to Zhigengniao: "But to have good things come in pairs, making a concession isn't a problem. Take this with you and go; they'll understand when they see it—don't worry, we won't break the rules, just remind them not to deliberately make things difficult."

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Marvel Universe.

"Tsk tsk… Having this big star show up really works."

Inside the lounge of the S. H. I. E. L. D. mother ship, when seeing the girl who adored Zhigengniao willingly pull out her own monkey pendant, Colonel Rhodes of the War Machine couldn't help but whistle.

"But if you ask me, my plan is still more efficient—find a lone member, strike him from behind on the neck, and casually take his membership card; no one will know. Simple, direct, saves time and effort."

Captain America Rogers, standing nearby, heard this and shook his head in strong disagreement: "No,. Bo Te Ou chooses infiltration over a frontal assault precisely to avoid alerting the enemy and escalating the situation. Moreover, those students are innocent; they were merely influenced by those Sleep Banana little monkeys, and in a sense they are also victims… there's no reason to harm them."

"'Innocent, then forget it?' Rhodes turned around, shrugged, and said, 'Captain, you're too kind, always thinking the best of people. Look at Bo Te Ou—does he look like he's planning long‑term infiltration? I bet that when the guy who got knocked out wakes up and rubs his neck, Bo Te Ou might already have taken out the Sleep Banana Society's top brass in one sweep! Efficiency sometimes has to come before morality.'"

"'The precondition for efficiency is an accurate assessment of the enemy.' Na Ta Sha walked in from outside with a towel draped over her neck, saying, 'If everyone inside the Sleep Banana Society were like the Banana Helper's dream troupe, taking them all out in one go might not be that easy.'"

"'Huh? If they were all those monsters, that would actually be better.' Colonel Rhodes snorted, 'If the masterminds were all those kinds of guys, Bo Te Ou could take them out without any psychological burden—smashing them would just leave a pile of machine parts. What's worrying is if the one ultimately in control is a tragic‑past, high‑idealist type; before fighting he'd have to give you a ten‑minute lecture, and that kind of behind‑the‑scenes boss is the most troublesome. Sometimes being purely evil is actually a good thing.'

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The two were preparing to return and continue the society entrance exam when they happened to run into the group that had earlier made the Sleep Banana little monkey statue; they planned to seize a major avenue of Liúmèng Jiāo and rename it 'Banana Avenue,' which aroused considerable resentment among residents.

"His precious, the thief's heart never dies! Finally I've found you few little cuties!"

Zhigengniao still didn't quite grasp the situation: "Ah, are those the members spreading the Sleep Banana little monkey everywhere? That would mean…"

Bo Te Ou lowered his head to glance at Zhigengniao: "I didn't expect our tempers to match so well—I understand what you mean."

"Well, as long as we do an indirect approach, then…"

Before Zhigengniao finished speaking, Bo Te Ou already shouted loudly at the other side: "Hey! You few little cuties, look over here!"

The group turned their gazes over in unison, full of question marks: "Ah…?"

"Really, you're not very bright—I'm looking for trouble, got it?"

Having said that, Bo Te Ou shot forward like an arrow from a bow; the leader hadn't even reacted when his hard iron hand clamped like a vise on the back of his head, and the next second an utterly irresistible force surged—

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, clean and neat. His face was smashed solidly into the cold floor tiles; his companions, seeing trouble, tried to flee, but soon they too enjoyed the same baby‑like sleep.

"Nice, indirect approach!"

Zhigengniao raised his head, speechless: "Sorry, Mr. Bo Te Ou, I'll use less rhetoric from now on."

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Wishing blessings upon a beautiful world.

"Well done! Exactly right! That's it! Beat him! Beat him hard! Indeed, this is the proper use of 'indirect approach'!"

Aqua was the first to jump up from her chair, she grabbed the liquor and took a hearty gulp, waving her fists as if she were personally teaching them a lesson: "So awesome! This time there's no Mika to save them, hahaha they totally deserve it!"

Beside her, Dakness, seeing this 'fiery and passionate' scene, also couldn't help clasp her hands before her chest, her cheeks flushing an abnormal red, her gaze hazy as she watched the violent figure of Bo Te Ou against the sky.

"Ah… being violently handled by such tremendous power, being ruthlessly pressed by that cold mechanical arm…… what a powerful move, this, this is simply……"

After completely immersing herself in her fantasy, Dakness writhed her body, drawing strange looks from the nearby diners.

"Hey… you perverted knight, what disgusting thing are you thinking of now? That kind of strike isn't meant to make you feel good.' Kazuma gave her a disgusted glance, then shifted a bit aside, muttering, 'Really… this indirect approach looks painful to watch, but if we knock these guys out, won't we lose the trail to the Sleep Banana Society?'"

Aqua pursed her lips: "It's not that simple—knock them out and splash water on their faces; they'll wake up soon. To let these people occupy the territory just like that, letting them pass out feels like a loss… We should wait till they wake up and beat them again for satisfaction."

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"The leader, his face contorted in pain, lifted it from the ground—just a breath away from passing out—'No… ah… who exactly are you…?'"

"Yo ho, anyone still awake?' Bo Te Ou squatted down, tapped his head with the cold metal gun barrel, 'You need to learn to respect others' turf, got it? Listen up—I'll take off my skin and hang it nearby, then I'll ask a question and you answer.'"

"... A belt?"

"Oh, don't treat me as some pushover, little cutie. I've interrogated others before—with this belt, if you can't take it, you can go hang yourselves.'"

The man's ill‑humored face instantly softened: "You… say…"

"Now you know to speak properly? Sleep Banana Society? Hand over your ID for me to look at."

Without any resistance, the man began feeling around his person, then tremblingly handed over a banana‑printed ID to Bo Te Ou.

"Ah, here… please take it.' The man asked tentatively, 'Could it be that the Banana Helpers sent you to find me?'"

"Go ahead and guess, but don't expect to hear a word—get lost."