Three minutes ago, on the Thames River, inside the cabin of a cargo ship.
Five children were sitting on the bed in the cabin, curiously examining the walls.
Ji Minghuan’s collar projected a beam of light forward, forming a projection on the wall.
He sighed, feeling like a human projector.
Looking at the projection with a face full of speechlessness, he saw that it first displayed the location of the "Red Light"—an underground bar called "Eden" in the southern part of the Westminster District—then showed the appearance of the mission target, the appearance of the Celestial Driver, and other information.
"Whoa! This guy is so ugly," Sun Changkong clicked his tongue, showing his little tiger teeth.
"Not too bad... it’s just that the expression looks pretty fierce."
Looking at the face of the Red Light in the projection, Ji Minghuan kindly spoke up for his former friend.
At least in Xia Pingzhou’s memory, Kaki Ichimin was once a very pure good youth. His character was so gentle, with such a good temper that if you pooped on his head, he would kindly ask if your stomach was upset.
"Kids, there’s two minutes left until the ship docks," the Mentor’s voice suddenly came from the collar.
"It’s the Mentor’s voice," Filio perked up his wolf ears.
The Mentor continued, "If you encounter danger that we determine you cannot handle, or if you exceed the mission time limit, someone will be responsible for bringing you back to this ship."
"Who is it?" Ji Minghuan asked curiously.
He thought to himself: At the very least, the Salvation Society would send a Catastrophe Level character to keep these little rascals in check, right? Especially if Sun Changkong went berserk, he couldn’t imagine how it would end; there’s no way they’d let the Great Sage Equal to Heaven rampage through London.
"A reliable friend of ours," the Mentor said mysteriously, "If necessary, you will meet him; if not, you won’t."
Ji Minghuan pondered: "So, if the mission goes awry, there’s someone to clean up our mess?"
"No," the Mentor said, "He’s only responsible for your safety, not for helping you complete the mission."
The Mentor smiled, "Because his identity is quite special, and it’s not suitable for others to see him; otherwise, it might cause a lot of trouble."
Hearing this, Ji Minghuan secretly thought: "Could it cause a lot of trouble? Could it be that he’s an insert from the Salvation Society into the Rainbow Wings, and he’s worried about being seen by others?"
As he was thinking, Sun Changkong’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Tch, who needs that guy? I can handle it myself!"
Sun Changkong said, while grabbing the baseball cap by the pillow and putting it on his head.
Ji Minghuan scratched his wrist, "Alright, alright, the boss lady says she can handle it herself, did you all hear?"
After speaking, he lifted his sleeve and glanced down, suddenly noticing a strange diamond-shaped mark on his wrist. He was briefly stunned, thinking that this must be another handiwork of the Salvation Society.
"If possible, I’d rather not lift a finger," Mario said, "You all go on, I’m about to beat the final boss of P4G. If you accidentally trigger a bad ending, I’ll drag you all into a shooting game and kill you."
Filio shook his head and said seriously for once, "No, no, we can’t let the boss lady fight alone."
Kong Youling wrote in her notebook: "I’ll cheer for you all."
"Then what about me? What do I do?" Ji Minghuan asked.
"Aren’t you the strategist?" Sun Changkong sat cross-legged on the ground, giving him a sidelong glance.
Ji Minghuan said casually, "Then I suggest once we disembark, we first stroll around London, get some good food, then have some fun in the amusement park, ride some roller coasters, and only then look for that damn Red Light."
He paused, "Anyway, he’s in London; he can’t run far."
Filio hesitated, "But... Ji Minghuan, I think my appearance will probably draw some strange looks once we disembark."
Ji Minghuan patted his shoulder, reassuring him in a light-hearted tone, "Come on, it’s 2020 already, people will just think you’re cosplaying. They might even find you cute and snap pictures of you."
Hearing that people would take pictures of him, Filio became even more scared, slowly lowering his head.
"I want to eat tofu pudding!" Sun Changkong raised her hand like a school kid.
"Where’s there tofu pudding in London?" Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes at her.
"We can’t wander around, the mission has a time limit," the Mentor suddenly said, "This time, the mission will be led by ’Sun Changkong.’ You all listen to her instructions."
Sun Changkong was taken aback, then crossed her arms and smugly hummed twice:
"Did you hear that? I’m in charge."
She thought to herself, the Mentor has also acknowledged her as the boss lady.
"Oh... so, boss lady, what’s your brilliant plan?" Ji Minghuan asked, not very good-naturedly.
Sun Changkong crossed her arms, frowned, thought seriously for a moment, then methodically said:
"My brilliant plan is, after we disembark, we ride the Somersault Cloud straight to that underground bar, give that Red Light a good pounding, knock him out, then take him back to the ship, dust off our hands, and leave."
"Isn’t that too dangerous?" Ji Minghuan said, "Charging in without any preparation, what if something goes wrong?"
"Danger? I’ve got you covered."
"How about I stay here with Kong Youling?"
Filio shook his head, "The Mentor said clearly, everyone must participate in the mission. And if you stay on the ship, what if someone attacks you later?"
"No worries, didn’t the Mentor say there’s a mysterious person following us?" Ji Minghuan asked.