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Chapter 624 Quentin Quire
Deep within the Subway Station, Quentin was standing in front of a collapsed Passage, looking at the Passage blocked by Ruins, seemingly lost in thought.
"Rustle."
The sound of Shoe Sole rubbing against the Ground. Quentin pushed up his Oversized Glasses. These Glasses were still too big for him, and he had to readjust them every so often, otherwise they would slip off his ears.
"Quentin, why are you still here?"
An old man wearing a Beanie came around the Corner of the Tunnel, looking at Quentin, who was young enough to be his grandson, with a worried expression.
"Miss Tandy and Mr. Tyrone have already reached an agreement with the Serpent Society. They have pardoned our theft and are now gathering everyone in the Hall."
The old man's tone was gentle, as if he were really talking to his grandson.
"Hurry up, those Big Shots have also arranged Work for us. If you do well, you can get another serving of Food. If you're late, there will be nothing left."
"Tell Kilgrave to get out here." Quentin answered irrelevantly, not responding to the old man's Words, but instead bringing up another person on his own. This nonsensical answer stunned the old man on the spot.
"What are you talking about, Quentin? Why are you suddenly mentioning Mr. Zebediah?" The old man looked at Quentin in confusion. "Hurry up, or it will be too late."
"Stop pretending, Purple Man." Quentin rolled his Eyes. "We both know your Ability well. If you have time to play this game with me, you might as well get straight to the point and save some Time."
The old man stopped talking. Next, the sound of leather shoes heels rubbing against the Ground rang out. The 'da da da' sound echoed continuously in the empty Tunnel, making Quentin frown.
A few seconds later, Zebediah emerged from the Corner of the Tunnel, just like the old man before. Different from before, Zebediah's Face no longer contained timidity, but was full of confidence. His every move exuded elegance, looking like a country gentleman from some Aspect.
"You really do know my little Secret, Mr. Quentin." Zebediah said with a Smile. "I'm very curious how you found out. I was clearly very careful."
"I can smell the Stench on you from a mile away." Quentin gestured to fan the air in front of his Nose. "And you've incited the Emotion of the Crowd in front of me quite a bit. Only an Idiot wouldn't notice the abnormality."
"Is that so?" Zebediah clapped his Palm. "It seems Miss Tandy and Mr. Tyrone are not as smart as you, Child. Clearly, they are also chosen Humans like me, such powerful Power is wasted on them."
"If those two Powers were also used by me, I wouldn't have to shrink in such a small Aspect, living in fear."
A trace of madness appeared on Zebediah's Face, but he quickly returned to normal and said, "But unfortunately, because of a little failure, I'm not very daring to use Superpower on Creatures that are also Superhuman, otherwise I would have already..."
"Enough." Quentin interrupted Zebediah's self-indulgent rant. "I don't have Time to listen to your Dog barking here. After I deal with you, I still have to go up and clean up the Butt for that Power Man and Dagger couple."
"You are very arrogant, Quentin." Zebediah was not annoyed, still maintaining his leisurely attitude. "I guess you also possess Superpower, right? But if you think you can take me down with that little Strength, you are very wrong."
Zebediah snapped his fingers, and a dozen or so people emerged from the Corner, tall, short, fat, and thin, all of them were other people from the Sanctum.
"My Ability can control more than just a shriveled old man." The Corner of Zebediah's Mouth rose. "I don't know my Limit yet, but controlling a dozen or twenty Ordinary Person is still easily done."
Zebediah looked at the pink-haired Kid in front of him triumphantly and said, "How is it? Are you regretting your impulsiveness? Too late, Kid! This is your Lesson for being rude to me! Go and beat him to Death!"
With Zebediah's order, those Ordinary Person with dull gazes immediately strode towards Quentin, cooperating with the surrounding Environment, it looked like a Zombie Apocalypse.
And Quentin, as the target, seemed to be frightened, just standing there in Original Place, watching the Crowd rush up. Facing the opponent's unbearable appearance, Zebediah revealed a Smile of assured victory.
"Bang!"
A deafening Gunshot echoed continuously in the underground Tunnel, unable to Peaceful for a long Time. Zebediah's Smile froze on his Face, and his Smile also disappeared as he watched the Crowd fly out backwards.
'Where did the Gun come from?' Zebediah looked along the gap revealed by the Crowd falling to the Ground, and just happened to see Quentin holding a Double-Barreled Shotgun with a shortened Gun Barrel in his Hand. The most surprising thing was that the Gun was pink all over, just like his hair color.
"You seemed to think you had me cornered." Quentin held the Double-Barreled Shotgun in one Hand, and with a casual wave of the other Hand, the Oversized Sunglasses that had fallen to the Ground due to the recoil were grabbed by him.
"You actually shot Ordinary Person!" Zebediah was in shock. "You little Madmen!"
Zebediah felt that Quentin was too extreme. Even a Guy like him who prided himself on being completely bad would not casually take other people's Life. That pink-haired Kid actually pulled out a Gun and shot Ordinary Person!
This Kid was a bad seed worse than himself, or of the Psychopath type!
"Open your Dog Eyes and take a good look." Quentin put the Glasses back on. "I didn't expect your Intelligence Quotient to be so low, and even your Eyes are not working well."
Zebediah lowered his Head and found that those who were shot not to mention Blood, there wasn't even a single Wound, but they were indeed no longer moving, and even Zebediah could not Control them. They looked like they were asleep.
"What's going on?" Zebediah was taken aback.
Quentin picked his Ear and said, "With your Intelligence Quotient, it's difficult for me to explain it clearly to you. You'll understand when you experience it yourself."
Zebediah stepped into the Ice Cave and hurriedly shouted, "Stop him! Stop him!"
After saying these Words, Zebediah turned around and ran, completely losing the elegance he had at the beginning, looking like a stray Dog fleeing in panic.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several Gunshot rang out behind him. Zebediah didn't even dare to turn his Head, as if there was some Wild Beast behind him, and he would be devoured if he was a second slower.
"Click!"
The Sound of something being fastened. Zebediah felt a sense of tightness coming from his Ankle, and then his Legs lost Control. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take a step, and then he fell heavily to the Ground.
Because he was running at full Strength, Zebediah's fall was really dizzying. Not to mention his Clothes were covered in Dust, his Arm and Face were also scratched with Wounds.
(End of chapter)
Deep within the Subway Station, Quentin was standing in front of a collapsed Passage, looking at the Passage blocked by Ruins, seemingly lost in thought.
"Rustle."
The sound of Shoe Sole rubbing against the Ground. Quentin pushed up his Oversized Glasses. These Glasses were still too big for him, and he had to readjust them every so often, otherwise they would slip off his ears.
"Quentin, why are you still here?"
An old man wearing a Beanie came around the Corner of the Tunnel, looking at Quentin, who was young enough to be his grandson, with a worried expression.
"Miss Tandy and Mr. Tyrone have already reached an agreement with the Serpent Society. They have pardoned our theft and are now gathering everyone in the Hall."
The old man's tone was gentle, as if he were really talking to his grandson.
"Hurry up, those Big Shots have also arranged Work for us. If you do well, you can get another serving of Food. If you're late, there will be nothing left."
"Tell Kilgrave to get out here." Quentin answered irrelevantly, not responding to the old man's Words, but instead bringing up another person on his own. This nonsensical answer stunned the old man on the spot.
"What are you talking about, Quentin? Why are you suddenly mentioning Mr. Zebediah?" The old man looked at Quentin in confusion. "Hurry up, or it will be too late."
"Stop pretending, Purple Man." Quentin rolled his Eyes. "We both know your Ability well. If you have time to play this game with me, you might as well get straight to the point and save some Time."
The old man stopped talking. Next, the sound of leather shoes heels rubbing against the Ground rang out. The 'da da da' sound echoed continuously in the empty Tunnel, making Quentin frown.
A few seconds later, Zebediah emerged from the Corner of the Tunnel, just like the old man before. Different from before, Zebediah's Face no longer contained timidity, but was full of confidence. His every move exuded elegance, looking like a country gentleman from some Aspect.
"You really do know my little Secret, Mr. Quentin." Zebediah said with a Smile. "I'm very curious how you found out. I was clearly very careful."
"I can smell the Stench on you from a mile away." Quentin gestured to fan the air in front of his Nose. "And you've incited the Emotion of the Crowd in front of me quite a bit. Only an Idiot wouldn't notice the abnormality."
"Is that so?" Zebediah clapped his Palm. "It seems Miss Tandy and Mr. Tyrone are not as smart as you, Child. Clearly, they are also chosen Humans like me, such powerful Power is wasted on them."
"If those two Powers were also used by me, I wouldn't have to shrink in such a small Aspect, living in fear."
A trace of madness appeared on Zebediah's Face, but he quickly returned to normal and said, "But unfortunately, because of a little failure, I'm not very daring to use Superpower on Creatures that are also Superhuman, otherwise I would have already..."
"Enough." Quentin interrupted Zebediah's self-indulgent rant. "I don't have Time to listen to your Dog barking here. After I deal with you, I still have to go up and clean up the Butt for that Power Man and Dagger couple."
"You are very arrogant, Quentin." Zebediah was not annoyed, still maintaining his leisurely attitude. "I guess you also possess Superpower, right? But if you think you can take me down with that little Strength, you are very wrong."
Zebediah snapped his fingers, and a dozen or so people emerged from the Corner, tall, short, fat, and thin, all of them were other people from the Sanctum.
"My Ability can control more than just a shriveled old man." The Corner of Zebediah's Mouth rose. "I don't know my Limit yet, but controlling a dozen or twenty Ordinary Person is still easily done."
Zebediah looked at the pink-haired Kid in front of him triumphantly and said, "How is it? Are you regretting your impulsiveness? Too late, Kid! This is your Lesson for being rude to me! Go and beat him to Death!"
With Zebediah's order, those Ordinary Person with dull gazes immediately strode towards Quentin, cooperating with the surrounding Environment, it looked like a Zombie Apocalypse.
And Quentin, as the target, seemed to be frightened, just standing there in Original Place, watching the Crowd rush up. Facing the opponent's unbearable appearance, Zebediah revealed a Smile of assured victory.
"Bang!"
A deafening Gunshot echoed continuously in the underground Tunnel, unable to Peaceful for a long Time. Zebediah's Smile froze on his Face, and his Smile also disappeared as he watched the Crowd fly out backwards.
'Where did the Gun come from?' Zebediah looked along the gap revealed by the Crowd falling to the Ground, and just happened to see Quentin holding a Double-Barreled Shotgun with a shortened Gun Barrel in his Hand. The most surprising thing was that the Gun was pink all over, just like his hair color.
"You seemed to think you had me cornered." Quentin held the Double-Barreled Shotgun in one Hand, and with a casual wave of the other Hand, the Oversized Sunglasses that had fallen to the Ground due to the recoil were grabbed by him.
"You actually shot Ordinary Person!" Zebediah was in shock. "You little Madmen!"
Zebediah felt that Quentin was too extreme. Even a Guy like him who prided himself on being completely bad would not casually take other people's Life. That pink-haired Kid actually pulled out a Gun and shot Ordinary Person!
This Kid was a bad seed worse than himself, or of the Psychopath type!
"Open your Dog Eyes and take a good look." Quentin put the Glasses back on. "I didn't expect your Intelligence Quotient to be so low, and even your Eyes are not working well."
Zebediah lowered his Head and found that those who were shot not to mention Blood, there wasn't even a single Wound, but they were indeed no longer moving, and even Zebediah could not Control them. They looked like they were asleep.
"What's going on?" Zebediah was taken aback.
Quentin picked his Ear and said, "With your Intelligence Quotient, it's difficult for me to explain it clearly to you. You'll understand when you experience it yourself."
Zebediah stepped into the Ice Cave and hurriedly shouted, "Stop him! Stop him!"
After saying these Words, Zebediah turned around and ran, completely losing the elegance he had at the beginning, looking like a stray Dog fleeing in panic.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several Gunshot rang out behind him. Zebediah didn't even dare to turn his Head, as if there was some Wild Beast behind him, and he would be devoured if he was a second slower.
"Click!"
The Sound of something being fastened. Zebediah felt a sense of tightness coming from his Ankle, and then his Legs lost Control. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take a step, and then he fell heavily to the Ground.
Because he was running at full Strength, Zebediah's fall was really dizzying. Not to mention his Clothes were covered in Dust, his Arm and Face were also scratched with Wounds.
(End of chapter)
