120: Chapter 42 Temir: Am I a lowlife?
No, I am your God!_3 120: Chapter 42 Temir: Am I a lowlife?
No, I am your God!_3 Yesterday, all of his judgments were almost wrong, which proved to be too deadly under the continuous barrage of errors.
“Ha, thinking you’re so smart,” he said.
“The moment ‘Who Deserves to Die’ brought Demon up, the kidnappers were doomed to face the police’s fierce assault.”
Temir sat on the hospital bed, enlightening Cheng Daqi on the details he wasn’t aware of.
“Old Dracula secretly used cloning technology to create at least one clone of Demon.
Last night, before your variety show started, he held a press conference at Dracula Manor.”
At the press conference, he openly claimed that the kidnappers got the wrong person, and not long after, another Demon appeared on your show.”
This news surged to the top of social media heat yesterday, with all of America discussing it.
Old Dracula, pushed to the brink by that show, urged the police to recklessly storm the library, regardless of the hostages’ safety, nearly driving Lisa to her wit’s end.”
Listening quietly to Temir’s words, with so much information to process, Cheng Daqi was momentarily stunned.
Clones, two Demons, Dracula being cornered, police disregarding hostage safety—all of it was too fantastical.
But upon reflection, it all seemed very plausible.
It fits the American version.
“So, I was really all wrong yesterday, every prediction and action, all wrong…”
Lisa, a bit puzzled, asked,
“What did you do yesterday…”
Someone knocked on the door, interrupting Lisa.
“Come in!” Cheng Daqi called out.
Gru, accompanied by several people, entered room 404.
To his surprise, he found three people in the room, and two of them were stunningly beautiful women.
Glancing at the ‘Iranian tycoon translator’ as mentioned by Thor, admiration filled Gru’s eyes.
Just yesterday, they were on the brink of death, and here they were organizing a party early the next morning.
Now that’s a real man.
May I ask if there’s something you need?”
Temir reacted quickly, standing up from the bed to stand next to Lisa.
The black-haired wealthy woman spoke clearly, her tone both steady and composed.
Cheng Daqi was familiar with this demeanor of hers, filled with the confidence and toughness of a completely self-made entrepreneur.
Watching Temir’s silhouette, Cheng Daqi felt quite fortunate.
No matter the process, meeting kind friends like Lisa and protective, interesting ones like Temir was truly a stroke of luck.
“We’re from Niangniang Temple precinct.
We’re here to check if any of the hostages from last night remember anything unusual.
The hostage in this room should be Chan, right?
Are you the gentleman?”
Gru’s associate, holding a hostage registration form, confirmed Cheng Daqi’s information.
Cheng Daqi didn’t respond.
He was convinced Temir understood the gravity of the trouble he was in.
But the black-haired wealthy woman stood up for him without hesitation.
He decided to trust her; they were friends, after all.
“It’s fine to talk to me.
My friend was shocked yesterday and he needs rest.”
Temir’s response was firm, deflecting their attempt to question them.
“Bruce, have you forgotten me?
We met just yesterday.”
Thor squeezed through the crowd to come forward.
A physiological stress response surged from the soles of his feet to the back of his neck all at once, making his entire back go numb.
The appearance of Thor abruptly dragged Cheng Daqi’s memory back into that unpredictable kidnapping case.
The kidnapper appearing in a police uniform, so brazenly, sent shivers down his spine from the depths of his soul.
Cheng Daqi felt an overpowering fear that the real world could be so terrifying!
If he hadn’t been sitting, he would have collapsed.
America, you are just too, too fantastical!