Chapter 54: Green Light Envoy

【When writing these two chapters, the author's mental state was worrying; please read with caution.】

【I myself don't even know how I ended up writing such crazy content.】

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After confirming via the mini-map that the red dot representing the red-haired NPC had truly left, Ying Duo gently pushed open the battered iron door that still bore a clear shoe print.

He kept his talents hidden, preparing to slip away quietly from here.

However, just as he stepped one foot over the threshold, he felt the surrounding light dim.

It wasn't the lights going out; rather, he was suddenly blocked by a wall of people in many colors.

Just now, in front of Chi Jin An, they had been as timid as a flock of quail, those seven-colored gourd babies....

Ah, no, they were the members of "Flashy Glory", each now with arms crossed, chins lifted to the sky, eyes fierce enough to stop a child's night crying, as if they wanted to swallow him alive.

Compared to just a few minutes ago, when they had been all "Grandpa, please go, Grandpa, take care", this formed a horrifying contrast.

It perfectly exemplified the street philosophy of "bullying the weak and fearing the strong".

The deafening music had been cut off by some unknown mischievous spirit, leaving the bar so quiet you could hear dust falling, the atmosphere heavy as if some major ceremony were about to take place.

"Hey! You inside! Yes, it's you! Don't look around! Speak! Which rat hole did you crawl out of? You look so unfamiliar!"

A muscular man with a head of hair like a rooster's comb, as if split by lightning, shouted with a voice like a loudspeaker, his thick fingers almost poking Ying Duo's nose bridge.

"How dare you sneak into the core territory of our Flashy Glory! Are you trying to steal our organization's secrets?!"

Ying Duo glanced at the colorful sma-te squad before him and immediately spoke.

"I'm not here to steal secrets; I'm here to join you......"

"Shut up!"

Beside him, a underling with a flaming mohawk, like an angry parrot, shouted in a high-pitched voice, cutting him off.

"You're new? Don't lie! In the Eighth District, everyone who's anybody knows me! Your face is... well-formed! But your head........"

His gaze focused on Ying Duo's hair like a searchlight, his fierce expression instantly freezing.

Just like melting ice and snow, his expression rapidly shifted—shock, bewilderment, finally converging into an almost reverent exclamation.

This Ying Guang Lu-colored head, even in the bar's severe light pollution, still stubbornly emitted a faint green glow.

"I, I damn!"

The mohawk underling's voice suddenly jumped an octave, cracking, as if he'd discovered a new continent.

"Brothers! Look quick! Look at his head! What, what kind of immortal hair color is this?! Built-in LED-effect Ying Guang Lu?! I've been mixing in the fashion scene........

"Ah, no, after wandering the jianghu for so many years, I've seen red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple—but this kind of green that could serve as a streetlight at night? Still the first time I've seen it! Awesome!"

His shout was like dripping cold water into boiling oil—instantly causing an explosion.

The expressions of the surrounding thugs shifted in unison from "What are you looking at?" to "Whoa!", their killing intent quickly replaced by intense curiosity and that strange fervor.

The thugs who had just been menacing now all focused their gazes on Ying Duo's head, each eyes bulging like copper bells, mouths open wide enough to fit an egg.

"Holy shit! It's really glowing!"

"Like, like a walking night pearl........"

"No! That's clearly an aurora fallen into the mortal realm!"

"Bullshit! This is clearly the lost energy source of Cybertron!"

"You've been reading too many novels, huh?"

Cai Mao Ge, as the leader of this gang of monsters, could no longer maintain his big boss's dignity.

He pushed aside the excited underlings, walked up to Ying Duo, first cautiously circling Ying Duo twice, then carefully extending a finger bearing a skull-ring, wanting to touch that miraculous glowing thing.

But then he retracted it in midair, as if fearing to desecrate a holy object.

"Little brother........ no! Big brother! Senior!"

Cai Mao Ge's tone was reverent, as if he'd seen the ancestral master.

"O Green Light Envoy! May I ask, whose hidden high monk—or rather, which absolute master hair salon—gave this holy head of hair, brimming with endless life and energy, its light?"

"This is nothing short of an epoch-making masterpiece! Look at this hue! This brightness! This staying power! It's what we've spent our lives pursuing!"

Ying Duo: "........"

"Brother, you've got good taste."

Before Ying Duo could answer, Cai Mao Ge continued speaking volubly.

"An existence like yours is practically destined to be born for our Flashy Glory! With you joining us, our Flashy Glory's future will surely have everyone's heads glowing!"

This game plot is really........

Too crazy.

"What if I refuse to join your organization?"

Yang Yixie tentatively typed this line into the input box.

"Swish——!"

The thugs who had just been as lively as candy-made spirits instantly saw their faces collectively fall, dark clouds gathering, killing intent once again spreading like a tangible substance.

The crown-headed tough clenched his fists until they crackled, as if practicing crushing watermelons; the mohawk underling flicked open his switchblade with a "pa", its bright blade flashing cold light in the dim lighting.

Others also brandished steel pipes, chains, and even one guy pulled out.... uh, a spiky cactus potted plant?

Cai Mao Ge's smile instantly switched to a grim, hollow smirk.

"Refuse? Then we'll have to have a good talk."

"Was that demon just now coming for you? He kicked in our carefully designed retro-industrial-style door, scared off our valued customers, and caused massive psychological trauma! This bill can't be left for us brothers to bear, can it?"

He deliberately paused, his critical gaze scanning Ying Duo's outfit—pulled from the junk pile, possibly worth no more than twenty bucks of "mix-and-match" gear—with malicious intent, curling his lips.

"Of course, we who mix in the underground don't care about vulgar money; we only recognize.... the 'letter of allegiance'."

He gave the underlings' weapons a meaningful glance, full of implication.

But just then, as Ying Duo thought a story battle was about to trigger, Cai Mao Ge's face, like a Sichuan‑opera mask change, once again blossomed into a chrysanthemum‑bright smile, and his tone became gently persuasive.

"But, big brother! As long as you're willing to selflessly contribute this god‑level Ying Guang Lu technology, we'll be comrades who can break bones and tendons together!"

"Entrance fees, mental‑damage costs—those are just fleeting clouds! We're brothers; talking money hurts the feeling!"