My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 817 - 408: Su Zimai’s Mask, the Assembled Gu Family

In China Li Jing, the time was early morning of August 27th, at one corner of the port.

At a corner of the port, Gu Wenyu sat on a public wooden bench playing with his mobile phone, while Su Zimai sat silently beside him.

At this moment, the night looked like a curtain draped over the port, all around was deserted and uninhabited, distant windmills were slowly rotating, and the tides ebbed and flowed, crashing onto the shore and breaking into waves.

After a while, Gu Wenyu suddenly stretched out his right hand without lifting his head, extending a restraint belt from within his trench coat sleeve.

The restraint belt, like a nimble little black snake, slowly descended, extracting a ten-yuan coin from his trench coat pocket, then wrapped around it and slipped it into the coin slot of the nearby vending machine.

Then, the black restraint belt tapped on the vending machine's screen, purchasing a can of beer and a bottle of Wangzai milk.

With a "beep" sound, the two drinks clattered down into the machine's opening.

Su Zimai turned her head at this moment, quietly watching the scene.

The restraint belt retrieved the two drinks from the dispensing slot and retracted onto the public wooden bench.

It handed the Wangzai milk to Su Zimai while unscrewing the cap of the beer can with a "crack" sound, releasing steam from the plastic can.

Su Zimai silently stretched out her hand, accepted the milk from the restraint belt, then shook hands with it and gave it a couple of firm shakes to show her gratitude.

Gu Wenyu was too lazy to reach out for the drink, so the restraint belt presented the beer, like an attendant serving its master. He lowered his head, approached the bottle mouth, and took a sip, his pupils reflecting the glow from the phone screen.

After a while, he belatedly extended his hand to take the beer from the restraint belt.

"Can you loosen up?" Gu Wenyu suddenly asked.

"No way."

Su Zimai snorted coldly; while sipping her Wangzai milk, she kept shaking the restraint belt back and forth.

"Are you a grade-schooler?"

Gu Wenyu sighed quietly, forcibly pulling the restraint belt back from Su Zimai's hand.

Then, he stood up from the wooden bench with the beer can in hand, sat on the port's railing, drinking while looking at the sea shrouded in night and the brightly lit bustling city afar. His pupils appeared like they were reflecting a sea of stars.

"You never used to drink beer," Su Zimai suddenly said.

"Why not drink?"

"I haven't seen you drink."

Saying this, Su Zimai climbed onto the railing with her Wangzai milk and sat idly next to him.

The two of them sat quietly on the railing as the evening breeze brushed over the surging sea, blowing against their cheeks.

"I used to drink too..." Gu Wenyu looked up at the distance and said nonchalantly, "Every New Year, I'd watch fireworks and drink beer here with a friend. Actually, I don't like drinking this stuff, but he likes it, so I accompanied him."

"Why didn't you invite me?"

"You? You were busy running around with your teacher all over the place."

"How is that possible? I only became an Exorcist this year, and I haven't known my captain for even half a year," Su Zimai rolled her eyes at him. "I'm saying, why didn't you invite me to hang out during New Year in the past?"

"Oh... Let's go on a trip during New Year's this year,"

Su Zimai was taken aback, "Really?"

"Yeah... Actually, I've arranged to go on a world tour with many people, enough to form a tour group."

"Tch, I thought you only invited your good little sister or something, so lame," Su Zimai suddenly lost interest, "Just the mention of tour groups gives me psychological shadows."

"Got it, from now on, my tour group will be called 'Diaper Tour Group,' okay?"

"Scram, if you keep joking about this, I'll jump down from here," she said, glaring at him fiercely and pointing to the deep night sea.

"I thought you'd say you'd toss me down from here, can you have some nerve?"

"A gentleman knows when to yield... I'll secretly cultivate until I'm stronger, more powerful than you, let's see if you're still so cocky then."

"Are you serious? I wonder if I'll live to see that day."

Saying this, Gu Wenyu looked down at the time on his phone, "About time. Let's go, board the plane."

"You say board the plane, but how do we get there?" Su Zimai looked into his eyes and asked, puzzled.

"Hold onto me."

Saying this, Gu Wenyu put on a dark red mask, pressed the locking button on his earpiece, and gently wrapped a restraint belt around Su Zimai's back, lifting her up.

Then, the transparent restraint belt formed a butterfly cocoon-like film, covering both their bodies.

Entering the Color Change state, he held onto Su Zimai, grabbing the restraint belts and soaring through the sky above Li Jing, like ink splashing in the night as the belts continued to fly and stretch out.

Their figures seemed to be like paper puppets hanging from a theater stage, rising and falling with the night wind, with the city lights shining brightly below.

"But is there really a plane at this hour? I've never seen a flight take off at midnight," Su Zimai asked loudly, her voice muffled by the restraint belt, only Black Cocoon could hear her.

"That's a private jet arranged by the Mutants Association," Black Cocoon explained, "There are flights at all hours; there are plenty of Mutants executing missions in the middle of the night."

"Huh? Who's on the plane, it's not your beloved Swallowing Silver, is it?"

"Swallowing Silver?"

Upon hearing the name, Black Cocoon shrugged, chuckled lowly and once again grabbed a restraint belt, flying over a high-altitude work platform.