I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 472 - 193 My Name Makes You Laugh (5k)_3

This actually worked out perfectly—he could slip through unnoticed.

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On the streets of the small town in Central Plains County, the Green-faced Evil Spirit, familiar with the way, led the Big Head Ghost through side alleys, avoiding major intersections and important spots, winding their way forward with twists and turns.

This minimized the chances of getting caught on camera.

The Scorching Sun Department had a tight budget, their resources were even more limited—there was no way they could swap out every camera for special ones.

Even if they tried, it wouldn’t happen overnight.

The Green-faced Evil Spirit and the Big Head Ghost evaded specialized surveillance and nighttime patrol cars as they went, spending a long time sneaking toward the residential area.

The Big Head Ghost was getting impatient, but the Green-faced Evil Spirit looked warier than ever.

These days, even in a small town like this, patrols had grown three or four times heavier than a month ago.

And those gadgets tinged with Yin Qi—clearly made to target ghosts.

"Better safe than sorry. Otherwise, you’ll get in, but you’ll never get out." The Green-faced Evil Spirit’s eyes flickered as he warned.

The Big Head Ghost looked unconcerned; there were plenty of ghosts in Central Plains County these days, and it didn’t seem to have any particularly strong deterrents either.

If he squared off against the full force of the Scorching Sun Department, he might not win, but as long as he made a quick getaway after the job, he’d always have an escape route.

If it weren’t for the Green-faced Evil Spirit’s tempting offer, honestly, he wouldn’t be risking this at all.

If he just hid in his own domain and devoured a few ghosts, there’d be zero risk involved.

As they moved closer to their destination, a wicked grin crept up on the Green-faced Evil Spirit’s twisted face, his mouth curling into a radiant smile.

He spotted the Red Skirt Fierce Ghost crouched in the shadows by the roadside, cigarette butts piled up at his feet.

The Red Skirt Fierce Ghost slowly straightened up, crimson eyes staring into the distance, his gaze growing increasingly vicious.

The Big Head Ghost glanced sideways at the Green-faced Evil Spirit and grinned slyly.

"No wonder you tipped me off about this."

The Green-faced Evil Spirit cracked a sinister smile and admitted it outright.

"That bastard’s got something wrong in the head—insists on protecting that little girl.

If I can’t have it, I’m damn sure not letting him get his way."

"Hahaha..."

The Big Head Ghost burst out laughing. Now he totally believed the Green-faced Evil Spirit’s words.

Trying to screw someone over at your own expense—that’s the evil spirit way, all right.

The Red Skirt Fierce Ghost took a hard drag on his cigarette and crushed the butt out in his palm. He glanced back at the big gate opposite.

For the last three cigarettes, he’d been catching faint glimmers of light from inside through the crack of the door.

He had a bad feeling about this.

Dawn was breaking soon.

But in this season, the kids left for school before sunrise.

Speak of the devil—just as he was thinking it, he saw the iron gate slowly swing open.

A little girl bundled in a scarf and knit hat cracked open the door.

Chen Qimo was startled by the Red Skirt Fierce Ghost standing outside.

The Red Skirt Fierce Ghost, eyes burning red, his face twisted and savage, wild long hair swirling around his head, arms knotted with muscle—bigger than her own thighs, every contour of muscle clearly defined, radiating an aura of savage brutality.

But after that brief shock, Chen Qimo glanced past him—there, farther off, stood a green-faced, fanged ghost, and another barely a meter tall but with a head far too massive for its body.

The Red Skirt Ghost glanced sideways—the tiny little girl looked at him, surprise lighting her eyes after the initial scare.

"Uncle! It’s you!"

The Red Skirt Ghost’s heart trembled; his eyelids drooped, expression complicated.

He was just a fierce ghost, so why was he getting mixed up in this? Why couldn’t he just mind his own damn business? Why did he have to fight for a bit of pride...

Meanwhile, across the way, the Green-faced Evil Spirit had already started cackling without restraint.

"Ha... hahahaha... So what are you gonna do now?"

The Big Head Ghost stared at Chen Qimo, grinning so wide his mouth nearly split—he could sense that deeply buried death qi, the ideal vessel, far more perfect than he’d expected.

"She opened the door herself! Hahaha..."

"What the fuck are you laughing at? Think my dress is funny?" The Red Skirt Ghost snapped his head up, face vicious and wild.

Their laughter paused—then got even louder.

The Red Skirt Ghost turned and strode up to Chen Qimo, towering over the skinny little girl with a ferocious glare.

"Get the hell out of here! I’m about to throw down—you don’t want to be in the way."

Chen Qimo didn’t quite get what was happening, but she more or less understood—this uncle wanted her to get as far away as possible. Clearly, this was dangerous.

If he’d come all the way here, it clearly wasn’t by accident.

"Uncle..."

"Beat it."

The Red Skirt Ghost picked up Chen Qimo and hurled her far away.

She let out a startled yelp, flying over a dozen meters before landing in a trash bin piled high with fallen leaves.

She wasn’t hurt; when she looked up, she saw the Big Head Ghost’s enormous mouth extend a thick, snaking tongue toward her—only to be blocked by the Red Skirt Ghost’s hand.

The Red Skirt Ghost’s murderous aura surged; crimson eyes began to bleed black streaks of blood.

His twisted face grew fiercer, the laughter in his ears becoming sharper, more piercing.

"Keep laughing, motherfuckers—see if you’re still laughing in a minute!"

The Red Skirt Ghost stomped a foot, threw back his head, and howled to the sky. Yin Qi, ghostly energy, savage bloodlust—all exploded from him, fusing and billowing up in a bloody plume that shot into the sky.

At that same moment, miles away, instruments in the hands of patrolling Scorching Sun Department operatives started shrieking wildly with beeps.

The numbers on their screens shot from single digits to the teens—then all the way up to five hundred.

A piercing alarm buzzed urgently, sharp as a hornet’s nest.

At the same time, in the Scorching Sun Department’s small-town office, shrill sirens erupted.

On the electronic wall map, a single blood-red dot pulsed rapidly on the display.

The Scorching Sun Department’s emergency response was triggered—the detectors had registered a fierce ghost with energy fluctuations of at least five hundred.

And a reading that high meant just one thing: this ghost was going all out, abandoning all attempts to hide, pushing his power to the absolute maximum.

Meanwhile, out on the main street in that self-built housing block, the Green-faced Evil Spirit’s face had gone absolutely green.

He never would’ve imagined the Red Skirt Fierce Ghost would go nuts like this—flipping the damn table right at the start of a fight!

"Fucking lunatic!"