Yes, I did all this!

"So that's it. What's the weirdo's plan again?"

"It's useless to think about it now! Die!"

Under the roar of the muscle weirdo, he punched Duanmu Mo, and the sharp wind of the fist messed up the ends of Duanmu Mo's hair. The latter dodged sideways, and the terrifying punch rubbed his body and fell to the ground.

With a bang, a fist-sized hole was punched into the ground by the fist.

The muscle weirdo did not give up, and continued to swing his fist fiercely. His thick arms swept like iron rods and hit Duanmu Mo.

However, Duanmu Mo stood up lightly and jumped. Not only did he avoid the blow, he also stood steadily on his arm, folded his hands on his chest and shook his head: "Although he has a similar appearance to a weirdo, his physical fitness is not as good as that of a real weirdo?"

"Go to hell!"

The muscle weirdo was furious. While retracting his arm, he immediately punched Duanmu Mo in the air with his other fist.

Duanmu Mo, who had no point of support, was still not panicked. He raised his hands and gently pushed the fist swung by the muscle monster, and his body distanced himself from him, easily dodging the blow.

The muscle monster did not give up, and threw out random punches. Even if it was just a punch swung by physical fitness, it would swallow Duanmu Mo like a dense rainstorm.

However, Duanmu Mo's body was like a fallen leaf in the storm, lightly and sharply flashing through the gaps of each punch.

"——Ah ah ah ah!"

The muscle monster was already crazy. He threw countless punches, but he couldn't even touch the man in front of him. The feeling of suffocation filled his chest and was about to burst in the next moment.

He roared, venting all the unhappiness in his heart in his fist. A punch faster and harder than before tore through the air and flew out of Duanmu Mo like a cannonball.

Boom!

Finally, this blow finally felt like a hit, and a happy look appeared on the face of the muscle monster, but his expression did not last long, and he froze because of the current situation.

——The hem of the windbreaker was lifted by the fist wind and then slowly fell down. If you look closely, you can see some cracks appearing under Duanmu Mo's feet. If you look up again, you can see that he raised one hand to block the strongest blow of the muscle monster.

"Huh——" Duanmu Mo exhaled a foul breath, ignored the horrified expression of the muscle monster and moved his shoulders. His tone was still so light: "It's a little boring, so let's make a quick fight."

"What are you kidding... What on earth are you..."

The muscle monster suddenly opened his eyes before he finished speaking. In front of him, Duanmu Mo's body began to change: his skin became darker, and black air came out of his body, turning his clothes into another look. Some scales emerged from his cheeks, two tear marks with a faint red light flowed under his eyes, his eyes turned into scarlet vertical pupils, and even under his grinning mouth, he could see that his teeth became a little sharp.

Duanmu Mo in the form of a monster appeared in front of him.

"Surprise?"

A teasing voice sounded, and the next moment, Duanmu Mo's fist hit the muscle monster's face, knocking him out with one punch.

The body flew backwards across the ground, plowing a deep mark on the concrete floor.

"Ah...ah, no, impossible, how could it be..."

The muscle monster lying on the ground murmured in disbelief. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and his swollen body shrank like a leak, and the bulging blue veins returned to his body.

With just one punch, he turned back from a monster to a human.

Reluctantly raising the last bit of his physical strength, the man climbed up with his back to Duanmu Mo, trying to escape from here desperately.

He had completely understood that he was no match for the guy in front of him.

Zheng——

But not long after climbing, a sharp black iron sword stopped on his neck, and the cold light just stuck to his skin and left a blood mark.

"Next, I ask, you answer." Duanmu Mo stepped on the man's back and said lightly.

"I said, whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you everything!" The man at this moment couldn't resist at all and completely succumbed to his power.

"What is the purpose behind you injecting potions into those boxers?"

"The order from above is to let them fight each other and pick out the strongest one! Then collect them."

"Collect them? What do you want those people to do?"

"Well, it seems that you want to pick a suitable body, or something like that..." The man hesitated a little, and felt the blade on his neck closer to his body. He screamed in fear: "Wow - I really only know this!"

From his tone, he could tell that this guy was not lying. Duanmu Mo stopped threatening and continued to ask: "Who told you to do this?"

"It was from above... but I don't know who it was..."

"Where are all the people you collected?"

"In a dock by the sea in the city, there are many people guarding there."

"Very good." Duanmu Mo raised the sword and left him.

Just when the man was relieved, Duanmu Mo's voice sounded from behind him: "Now, get up and take me there."

The man did not dare to neglect it. He quickly got up and looked around, but did not find any trace of Duanmu Mo.

As soon as doubts arose in his heart, he heard Duanmu Mo's voice: "Why are you still in a daze? If I want, I can kill you now."

The man's body shook violently, and he dared not underestimate Duanmu Mo's ability anymore, and hurried to the location of the dock.

During this period, he broke into a nearby clothing store to change his torn clothes, pretending that nothing had happened.

-- After a while, the man finally came to the inside of the dock.

He walked straight to the warehouse at the dock, pushed open the door, and caught his eye with several fighters wearing military uniforms and skull masks.

One fighter pointed a gun at the man, and the other held a flashlight to his face, and put it down after a while: "It's you, come in."

The man nodded calmly, walked into the warehouse, took the mask handed to him by the fighter and put it on.

Gradually going deeper, the man finally stopped at the side of a container, where a fighter was also standing.

Facing the fighter's gaze through the mask, the man asked: "How are the people inside?"

"No abnormality, do you want to check it?" The fighter opened the small door of the container and asked.

The man nodded and walked in.

There were dozens of weird-looking people lying inside, each with their eyes closed tightly, and strange instruments were inserted beside them, which seemed to be tools that could make them fall asleep.

"Hmm..."

As soon as he walked in, the man heard a muffled sound behind him. Turning his head, he saw Duanmu Mo in the form of a monster dragging the fighter at the door and walked in. He stretched out his hand and covered the camera in the warehouse with blood before it could take a picture of him.

"I, I have brought you here, let me go..."

Looking at the fighter who had no sound, the man pleaded in a fearful tone.

"It depends on your attitude." Duanmu Mo did not answer him directly, but looked at these sleeping monsters. Obviously, these monsters were injected with drugs to become like this, and it was not just that nightclub. Duanmu Mo believed that there were other places that cooperated with these monsters.

"They can't change back to their original appearance?"

There were so many monsters that even Duanmu Mo frowned slightly.

"They can't change back. They are different from me. They are monsters that have been injected for a long time. If the anesthetic is stopped, they will still look like irrational beasts even if they wake up..." the man whispered.

Rarely, Duanmu Mo was silent for a while, and then asked: "... In other words, the people who disappeared in the nightclub were either beaten to death or turned into this posture that is no different from death?"

"Yes, that's right..."

Faced with the man's answer, Duanmu Mo did not speak. After the atmosphere was dead silent for a while, he stretched out his hand towards these monsters who had no resistance.

Black air was released from his hand and engulfed them. Under the wrapping of black air, the bodies of these sleeping monsters twisted and deformed, turned into cards, and flew into Duanmu Mo's hands.

Holding a stack of white quality cards, he sighed and shook his head: "Although I had expected it, I didn't expect that there would not be even a single energy card."

The harvest seemed rich, but there was not even a single usable one, and these cards were highly homogenized, all of which were cards that improved fighting ability.

But these cards are of the lowest quality white, and they are not much better for Duanmu Mo.

However... no matter what, these can be regarded as a kind of psychological comfort for Duanmu Mo's failed commission.

After a moment of silence for Mr. Katsuragi Masaru and the victims who were poisoned by this drug, Duanmu Mo put away the cards and looked at the man, which made the latter feel a little scared: "You, do you want me to do anything else?"

"Of course."

Duanmu Mo smiled: "The people in the monitoring room are probably on their way. I want you to do one thing for me - go to the switch of the warehouse."

...

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded not far away, and the man walked towards the switch, his figure twisted strangely in the dim light.

He was getting closer and closer to the switch, and when he was still a few meters away, someone finally noticed his abnormality, and a fighter called him:

"Stop! The camera monitoring those test subjects was blocked, and the last thing that was reflected was your appearance. Do you know anything!"

"I... I don't know anything..."

He was already guilty and his body had softened, and the fighter also had strong doubts because of his trembling. The next moment, someone in the warehouse shouted: "All those test subjects are gone!"

Hearing this voice, the fighter immediately drew out his gun and pointed it at the man, and his tone became dangerous: "Did you do something? Tell me!"

"I, I..."

The man stuttered and took a step back, and suddenly found that on the ground, a hand stretched out from his shadow, holding a gun and pulling the trigger at the switch on the wall.

Bang--

Almost at the moment the gunshot sounded, the warehouse became extremely dark, and the man only heard the fighter in front of him suddenly scream, and the smell of blood rushed into his nose.

Trample, tramp, tramp...

The slow footsteps came towards him, and the man felt an immense sense of oppression. In the darkness, he knelt down: "Woo woo woo... I know I was wrong, please don't kill me..."

"I never promised such a thing~"

Duanmumo's voice sounded, and the next moment, the man felt that not only his sight, but also his consciousness had sunk into darkness...

Volume 1: Chapter 17: Kamen Rider

"Recently, a tragic murder occurred in a warehouse at Linhai Pier. The deceased were all combatants. Their bodies were spelled out with the word 'Nevil', which has a similar pronunciation to 'Nevil'. Based on preliminary inferences, it can basically be identified. It was done by Neville. According to the current information, Neville first appeared in the battle with the magical girl Yuhi..."

...The next morning, Duanmumo sat on a chair eating pizza and listening to the news on TV.

Soon he heard a knock at the door, turned off the sound, and Duanmu Mo stood up.

The next moment there was a knock on the door, he opened the door. Looking at Mrs. Katsuragi with red and swollen eyes, Duanmumo asked her to sit on the sofa.

Mrs. Katsuragi glanced behind him, but found no one there, and her eyes dimmed.

But she still had a glimmer of hope. It had only been a day, maybe he hadn't taken action yet?

Thinking like this, Mrs. Katsuragi looked at Duanmumo pleadingly, hoping to get some answers from him.

It's a pity that these things are destined to disappoint her. Duanmumo drank a cup of tea and said calmly:

"How was your rest last night? Mrs. Katsuragi."

"You don't have to lie, please just tell me." Mrs. Katsuragi replied with a sad smile.

"Well...I'll tell you the truth then." Duanmumo held up his face and looked directly into Mrs. Katsuragi's eyes: "Yesterday I investigated that nightclub...there are VIP users underground. It’s a place where I can’t get in, so I was stopped.”

Naturally, Duanmumo didn't tell her how he sneaked in, and he didn't really intend to tell Mrs. Katsuragi the truth.

"But even if I didn't go in, I still investigated the situation inside through some other methods - indeed as you said, it is a place where rich people and people work for the rich, and the human rights of ordinary people are comparable to those of pigs and dogs. "

Glancing at Mrs. Katsuragi's clasped hands, Duanmumo said, "As for your husband, I did not find his existence after my investigation."

"...Mr. Duanmu, could I trouble you to investigate a little longer? I beg you..."

Mrs. Katsuragi's body trembled, and she begged with a sob in her voice.

"If this investigation continues, it is likely to have bad results..."

"——It doesn't matter! Even if you tell me the worst thing, it doesn't matter!" Before Duanmumo finished speaking, Mrs. Katsuragi knelt down and begged.

Faced with this attitude, Duanmumo still sat on the chair, his face extremely calm, as if everything Mrs. Katsuragi did had nothing to do with him.

"——I just need his whereabouts, please, even if it is... even if it is..." Before the last words were spoken, Mrs. Katsuragi's head was stuck to the ground, unable to stop. started to cry.

"He's dead."

Duanmu Mo said calmly: "I originally wanted to hide it, but since you are so insistent, I will tell you."

"Azheng..." Mrs. Katsuragi who was kneeling on the ground was stunned for a moment, then sobbed, raised her head and grasped Duanmu Mo's trouser legs as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Position... position What? At least there is a burial place..."

"That's not something I can investigate."

Duanmumo lowered his head, looked down at Mrs. Katsuragi, and said in a serious tone: "Mrs. Katsuragi, what I can tell you is that their background is very dangerous. If the investigation continues, not only you, but also me will be implicated. I hope you can understand. "

"..." Mrs. Katsuragi opened her mouth and stayed where she was. After a long time, she slowly sat up and sat back on the sofa.

"Sorry, I'm a little rude, Mr. Duanmu..." She wiped her eyes. Except for the redness and swelling of her eyes, she still looked like an ordinary housewife. But judging from her expression, Those eyes no longer had any sparkle, and were completely gray as if there was no life left in them.

"What are you going to do next?" Duanmumo asked after being silent for a while.