My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 310 - 306: The Demon King of Utter Evil!

Ogata Shitou didn’t think so.

In his eyes, this "Profound Immortal" was more familiar with Japanese law than anyone else. He simply chose not to follow it and had the qualifications not to.

That’s all.

When one’s abilities are strong enough, they can do whatever they want!

With Yoshimoto Naoto and Mita Ryu dead, only Ishizuka Koutarou remained, shivering in the wind.

Ma Ran focused his gaze on Ishizuka Koutarou, his words carrying a certain malicious tone: "Little Ogata’s name includes the character ’Dou’, and the names of your deceased companions also have ’Dou’..."

"By staying alive, you remind me of that Yoshi-something-Dou, easily confused with Ogata Shitou."

"That’s really annoying."

"I personally lean towards making you disappear from this world, to save my brain cells."

"So..."

"One minute."

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

Ogata Shitou, dragged out as a reason, was speechless with frustration.

"At least give a ’because’ before ’so’, right? Even if it doesn’t make sense logically, at least let people convince themselves."

And the result?

Zhao Guanlan didn’t bother with reasons before taking action.

That’s stretching it too much!

Giving such a reason is worse than giving no reason at all and just taking action!

Hearing this, Ishizuka Koutarou was stiff all over, his heart racing, exhaling clouds of white mist.

He immediately knelt in the snow, speaking up: "I can serve you, help you rule the Naoki family!"

Naoki was the family name of Ogata Shitou’s mother’s family.

Hearing this, the smile on Ogata Shitou’s face gradually froze, glancing unfavorably at Ishizuka Koutarou.

But Ishizuka Koutarou had no mind to care for his feelings, hunching over, approaching "Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan" carefully, saying, "Yoshimoto Naoto and Mita Ryu conspired with the Tabuchi Clan, secretly siding with the Alien Influence, you did well to kill them!"

Smearing others was a skill Ishizuka Koutarou had, and now it sparked an idea in his head, giving him a reason to stay alive.

Slandering the deceased companions!

This was the most typical behavior of a petty person.

But Ishizuka Koutarou couldn’t care less anymore.

Regret was utterly useless, he could only blame himself for being too naive, not doing proper research before coming here, assuming that Profound Immortal and Yin Yang Master were on the same side, as allies. No matter what, nothing severe would happen even if he overstepped.

The truth was, Ishizuka Koutarou had underestimated the complexity of the situation.

Zhao Guanlan and Ogata Shitou were not of the same kind at all!

Moreover, the former was much stronger than the latter!

The saying "birds of a feather flock together" didn’t apply at all!

Now, Ishizuka Koutarou just wanted to survive!

To achieve this goal, he was willing to try anything!

Just when Ishizuka Koutarou was racking his brain, a bald man in black sunglasses delivered three steaming bowls of tofu brains and a packet of grilled meat in front of the "Profound Immortal".

More bald, sunglass-wearing men brought sunshades, wind-proof cloth, dining tables, and chairs, quickly constructing a temporary dining room in this icy and snowy land within seconds.

Honestly, such behavior was completely unnecessary, wasting resources and labor.

After all, the "Profound Immortal" only needed to walk a dozen steps to enter the JPN Extraordinary Comprehensive Arena to use its dining facilities.

But...

Such lavish and wasteful behavior gave Ishizuka Koutarou a deeper understanding of the words "grand" and "extravagant big shot".

"The tofu brain tastes good."

Ma Ran sat on the dining chair, in a bold, unrestrained posture, casually eating.

"I like both sweet and salty flavors."

"The sour tofu brain is too strange, I can’t get used to it, no need to buy it next time."

After drinking three mouthfuls of tofu brain, Ma Ran casually commented, then beckoned with his fingers.

A piece of cumin-flavored honey-grilled meat fell into his mouth, and he began to chew slowly and patiently.

Standing in the cold wind, Ishizuka Koutarou was sweating profusely.

Has the minute passed already?

If so, do I have the qualifications to survive?

The elderly Ishizuka Koutarou wanted to speak up and ask but feared disturbing the other’s dining mood and being casually slaughtered with a dining knife.

In front of "Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan", he had no ability to resist or fight back.

The harsh wind blew, snow swirled, and the aged Ishizuka Koutarou was steaming, feeling like shedding his clothes from the heat.

He lowered his head, displaying a submissive posture, not daring to even glance at the "Profound Immortal".

Right...

Ishizuka Koutarou was genuinely terrified of this person claiming to be Zhao Guanlan!

Not just because of the great power, but also because of that inhuman mentality and worldview!

"Decisive killing" seemed tailor-made for this "Profound Immortal"!

Standing next to the thin, slicked-back young man, Ishizuka Koutarou felt as if he was beside a savage beast, hungry to the extreme, ready to devour anyone at any time!

He wasn’t the only one who felt this way.

The dozens of Yin Yang Masters and gangster-like men and women, caught in the cutting wind and snow, were also filled with terror, caught between progressing and retreating.

Troubling the "Profound Immortal" was absolutely impossible.

Leaving right then...

If only it were that simple!

Attempts to sneak away had already resulted in some being pressed into the snow by bald, sunglass-wearing men, their mouths covered, pierced with a knife, red flowing in, dying silently.

Some, too mentally fragile, fainted on the spot, collapsing into the snow.

The "Profound Immortal"’s bald henchmen quickly approached, dragging the unconscious unfortunate soul a hundred meters away.

Finding spades, they started burying right there.

The "fainted" unlucky guy was clearly pretending, not truly unconscious, waking immediately, screaming, struggling, begging for mercy, wailing in pain, but was struck on the head with a spade, truly becoming unconscious, deeply buried in the freshly dug and reinforced snow pit.

After completing all this, the black-clad, sunglass-wearing, bald men patiently tamped down and stomped the snow to ensure no air leakage before rejoining the group.

These two bloody examples left the remaining people with no further thoughts of escaping or fainting.

They dared not utter a single complaint, almost wishing to pause their breathing and heartbeat, fearing disturbing the purple-suited, slick-backed young man dining.

Profound Immortal, Profound Immortal!

Whoever gave Zhao Guanlan this title must be quite ignorant?

It’s far too deceptive!

This man had none of the immortal aura, just full of malice, ferocity, and bloodthirst!

Compared to "Zhao Guanlan," the Yin Yang Master Ogata Shitou seemed like an innocent, pure, unsophisticated youth.

In everyone’s eyes, "Demon King" was more fitting for this guy than "Profound Immortal"!

"I’m full."

Ma Ran casually tossed his spoon aside, his gaze falling on Ishizuka Koutarou, speaking lightly: "I’m in a good mood."

"What you just said gives you an extra forty-eight hours."

"If you want to live longer, strive to show your value."

"The Profound Immortal Team doesn’t keep useless or lazy dogs."