Chapter 359: 355 Ping Pong and Clash with Enemies—Pots, Pans, and Bowls All Lose Their Way

In the warehouse of the toy factory, dim yellow light cast mottled shadows across metal parts.

Three Miki aliens, mimicking human forms, slumped in folding chairs, their work uniforms soaked in sweat.

Before them stood a giant robot, Galawon, four hundred meters tall, its cold metallic shell gleaming with a chilling luster under the light.

The three Miki aliens removed their oil-stained gloves, their faces filled with emotion.

"Finally, finally, it's assembled!"

"To avoid Radar's detection, we disassembled Galawon's parts, fitted them with defensive shielding, and transported them back to Earth for assembly."

"A four-hundred-meter Galawon is enough to crush any force that dares resist us!"

Their leader, a stout man with red hair in human form, frowned seriously:

"Don't be careless—don't forget there are Ultrawarriors stationed on this planet. We must follow the original plan!"

"So far, many invaders of this planet have failed because they lacked a proper plan!"

"But our plan is perfect—wait!"

"First, wait until Galawon is assembled, then wait for other Earth-destroying bastards to appear, and let them fight the Ultramen to the death!"

"When the Ultramen are exhausted, we'll activate Galawon and finish them off! This planet will be ours!"

His two subordinates nodded: "That's right—any planet with resources will become a Miki colony!"

The three burst into laughter, dreaming of the glorious future after conquering Earth.

"Bang—bang—bang." At that moment, the factory door was gently knocked.

"!" The three Miki aliens instantly went on alert; their leader peered through the peephole.

The visitors were the Cloud Trio, mimicking human forms, their hands hidden behind their backs.

"The boss of Cloud Restaurant? What are you doing here?" The Miki leader blinked, turning to his two subordinates: "Didn't you two forget to pay for your meal?"

The two subordinates quickly denied it: "Of course not—we'd never do something that invites trouble."

At that moment, the Balgi alien, Halchi, called from outside: "Boss, are you there? My restaurant is so close to yours—I think we have great potential for collaboration. How about a joint promotion?"

The Miki leader didn't want complications at this critical moment and politely refused: "We're a toy factory, you're a restaurant—we have nothing in common. But we'll still come to your place."

The Icarian, Icali, persisted: "Basketballs and chickens can be linked—our prospects are huge!"

The Nackle, Nakli, added: "If all else fails, we'll just buy some toys from you as post-meal gifts. If we order in bulk, can you give us a discount?"

"This…" The Miki leader was torn—he hadn't expected such determination.

Refusing business that walked right in might raise suspicion.

"Of course we can. Let's talk." The Miki leader activated a mechanism to conceal Galawon behind the wall, then opened the door.

The instant the door opened, a massive frying pan whistled through the air!

The Balgi alien, Halchi, smashed the frying pan into his face—it had been hidden on his forearm.

The Miki leader, red-haired, staggered back several steps, blood gushing from his nose: "What are you doing?!"

"Wah-wah-wah! You evil aliens trying to invade Earth and ruin our business—die!" The Nackle, Nakli, pulled out a fire extinguisher he kept in his shop and sprayed dry powder directly at his face.

"Nani? We've been discovered!" All three Miki aliens were stunned.

"Watch out for hidden weapons!" Nakli pulled two eggs from his pocket and hurled them at the farthest Miki alien, dressed in red.

"Splat!" The eggs smashed against his face, shells cracking, yolk and white splattering across his features—this was an even stronger move than blood-blinding: egg-blinding!

"Go! Attack! Attack! Attack!"

"No matter how skilled you are, you fear a cleaver—my knife can chop vegetables and cut people!"

"Tomato and egg fist!"

The Cloud Trio shrieked like maniacs,

The Nackle, Nakli, sprayed with the fire extinguisher while pulling out cucumbers, potatoes, and cabbage as hidden weapons to hurl—qualified marksman.

The Balgi, Halchi, wielded a frying pan in his left hand and a cleaver in his right—balanced offense and defense, solid frontline.

The three Miki aliens, caught off guard, scrambled in panic, running wildly through the factory.

Boxes of parts were overturned, tools scattered everywhere—the scene was chaos.

And then—they lost.

"Enough!" The Miki leader finally found his chance, pulling a gun from his coat, its black muzzle aimed at the Cloud Trio.

"What? You have a gun?!" Nakli gasped, freezing in place.

"Obviously—we came to invade Earth, didn't we?" Another Miki alien wiped tomato sauce from his face, glaring bitterly.

The Balgi, Halchi: "We didn't bring one."

The Miki leader blinked: "Oh? You're also alien invaders? No wonder you dared attack us—you're here for cutthroat competition!"

The Balgi, Halchi: "No—we're not here for competition. We're here to stop you—to protect our restaurant and our customers!"

The Miki leader, red-haired: "Nonsense—I don't know what you're talking about. But since you dared attack us, you should be ready to lose."

With that, he aimed the gun at Halchi, who threw his head back and laughed loudly:

"Even if we lose, you won't succeed!"

"Haven't you noticed? We came as three—but one of us hasn't helped yet!"

At these words, the three Miki aliens froze.

They turned around and saw the Icarian, Icali, holding a phone, pointing it at them.

"You're filming us? Don't you know what privacy is?!" One Miki alien shouted.

The Nackle, Nakli, sneered: "Hmph—it's not just filming. We called the police."

"What? You called the police? Trying to turn on your own?!" The Miki leader's eyes widened.

One of his subordinates leaned in: "Boss, if you're turning on your own, you usually don't call the police."

Nakli continued: "The video's already been sent to TPC. Your plot's exposed—now wait for the fist of justice."

"Y-you—you… using such a trick? Where's your alien dignity? Where's your invasion spirit?!" The Miki alien raged.

The Icarian, Icali: "Dignity? Lost the moment we started haggling with suppliers. Can't we sacrifice dignity for money?"

The Nackle, Nakli: "Invasion spirit? Lost tens of thousands of years ago."

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First update done. Another one coming within twenty minutes.

(End of Chapter)