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While the friends on the other side of New York were still gathering together, eating snacks and discussing how to harm Payne, Zhang Ming was waiting alone at the Tokyo Skytree for Miyamoto to wake up.

This guy was tortured by the illusion so badly that his cheeks were sunken and his complexion was sallow. He kept muttering "No more, no more". No matter how Zhang Ming poured water on his face, it was useless.

Zhang Ming had no choice but to knock him out and let him have a good sleep to see if he could regain consciousness after waking up.

While waiting, he went downstairs to find Deidara.

After knocking on the door, Deidara, who was doing "artistic creation", turned around impatiently. When he saw clearly that it was Zhang Ming, he turned to smile.

"I still thought it was another criminal running up from below." Deidara said.

Zhang Ming picked up the thing in his hand and asked, "Water or Coke?"

"Coke. I like this stuff that tastes explosive."

Zhang Ming handed over the iced Coke, leaned against the table, and said straight to the point: "You should know what happened in the city center today, right? Payne and I just had a fight."

"Ah."

Zhang Ming continued: "It seems like he and I can't be friends. I heard that he was your former boss. If you..."

"Follow him?" Deidara interrupted.

"I admire your 'art' very much. If you want to go to Payne, I can send you away, but the next time we meet, we will be enemies." Zhang Ming said.

Deidara stared at Zhang Ming, his eyes gradually becoming dangerous, and Zhang Ming looked at him calmly.The atmosphere in the room instantly turned into a string that was stretched to the extreme. In silence, it slowly stretched bit by bit until—

"Ha!" Deidara suddenly laughed, "Don't be kidding, z, I'm staying here very well, why should I go find that rigid guy. Go and obey him, that's because I can't beat him, and follow him He can let me release my 'inspiration' at will, but now, it is obviously more interesting to follow you, as well as the books you gave me."

Deidara occupied the entire floor of the Skytree. He showed Zhang Ming his latest creations one by one. After combining with modern bomb technology, his creations became even more terrifying.

There was a vibration on his wrist. It was the surveillance camera on the top floor, and the feedback came back: Miyamoto woke up.

Zhang Ming asked Deidara, who was still introducing the bomb's effects: "Would you like to find a place to test it?"

"Of course!"

Zhang Ming patted him on the shoulder and said, "Bring your creations with you. We will meet downstairs in 10 minutes."

Back on the top floor, Miyamoto was using a thin blade to try to cut the rope on his calf.

"Don't bother."

As soon as Zhang Ming raised his hand, the chains of absurdity flew back and wrapped around his wrist.

Miyamoto clenched the blade in his hand, which was his only weapon.He took a half step back, looking for an escape route, "Boss Z, I just want to live, please let me live."

Zhang Ming nodded and said, "Take me to the Hand's base and do a few more favors for me, and I can let you go."

"Go to the Hand base and I'll die! They're after me!"

"Are you afraid of the Hand?"

"It was one of the most horrific organizations in the world," Miyamoto said.

He stared at Zhang Ming and looked for Murong Tiezhu out of the corner of his eye.

That lazy-looking man was like a devil, leading Miyamoto into nightmares one after another.

drug?Or hypnosis?

He couldn't guess what the method was. In short, the experience of the past few days had become a nightmare that Miyamoto would never forget.

"Stop looking for him. He's not here. It's just you and me."

Zhang Ming saw Miyamoto's thoughts and raised his hand. Before Miyamoto could react, he was entangled in the Chain of Absurdity, and then, a hot current was passed along the black silk thread.

"Ah——" Miyamoto screamed.

"What makes you think that the Hand Club is scarier than me?" Zhang Ming asked with a stern face.

"I was wrong...I never dare to play games again, Professor Yang..." Miyamoto said intermittently.

Ok?

Zhang Ming