Registering a Squad (2)—Unexpected Trouble

"Get lost, right now!"

Somewhere in the office hall of the Psionic Association, Yun Che almost flipped the small round table in front of him.

"Ahem … Zeyu, I don't think Ass Kicker is appropriate as the name of our squad."

Yun Che couldn't stand it, not to mention Lu Haixuan. It was not that they were too picky, but the names Zhou Zeyu came up with were too crazy. For example, The Strongest in the World, Dominating Everything, Omnipotent & Invincible, all of which were too insolent. In the end, he even came up with the name "Ass Kicker". Yun Che had been gentle enough to have tolerated him till now.

"Why? Each one of these names is cool and awesome! Brother Che, are you afraid that others might know about your fighting capacity?"

Sensing Yun Che's piercing gaze, Zhou Zeyu cowered by conditioned reflex, looked away and whispered that he thought the names were good enough. He used them all the time on associations in computer games, so they could be applied to squads in reality. How could those vulgar names deserve Yun Che's capacity? He picked those names for the sake of them. Yun Che was just too ungrateful.

"You want everyone to know."

Yun Che let out a sigh of anger and retracted his gaze. Little Chen seemed to have realized something. He took out the lollipop in his mouth and put it directly into Yun Che's: "Don't cry, uncle, Uncle Zhou is bad."

"Emmm…"

How could Chen Chen say he was going to cry?

Yun Che was rendered speechless, he could not vent anger on his nephew at the sight of his innocent eyes, so he just rubbed Chen Chen's head: "I won't cry. Just wait for a moment, once I'm done, I'll take you to the market."

"Good! Uncle should be obedient!"

Little Fatty Chen nodded, and patted his arm, trying to comfort him. He turned around and found another lollipop, which he immediately put into his mouth.

Not far away, a little boy with dark skin who was about five or six years old was staring at Chen Chen intently. Chen Chen looked around, he had sensed the boy's gaze, but his mouth was occupied by the lollipop, so he smiled sweetly to the boy, but the little boy turned away with a hum. Chen Chen didn't understand why he would react like that, and his eyes were full of disappointment. It was in Children's nature to play with each other. However, Chen Chen was alone, and it was such a rare chance to meet another boy at his age, which was why he became sad when he found out that the latter didn't like him.

"Grandma, I want lollipops. You go to take all the lollipops from him."

But what Chen Chen didn't know was that as soon as the boy turned around, he pulled the middle-aged woman next to him and began crying out loud. From his behavior, he must have done such things a lot, otherwise, how could a child at the age of five or six do what he had done so naturally?

"Lollipops?"

The middle-aged woman looked in the direction of the boy's finger. When she caught sight of Little Chen, Yun Che and the others, she suddenly became jealous and it seemed that she was about to bite their heads off.

"Mom, what are you looking at?"

A brawny man in his twenties came while shouting, and the middle-aged woman screamed as she turned around: "Look at you, you said you were with one of the top ten squads, but these pussies are better than you. I feel sorry for Mao Zi for being your son. He can't even get a lollipop. You are really an incompetent dad! Raising you was such a waste of my time…"

Both the mother and her son had loud voices. In addition, the middle-aged woman had no intention to lower her voice, which attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. Yun Che, who was studying the name of the squad, was no exception. Little Chen seemed a little scared, as he leaned towards Yun Che unconsciously.

"Mom, it's just a few lollipops. I will get some back when I take the squad out next time."

After all, the man was an alpha male, the way his mother scolded him in public embarrassed him, although he was also jealous of these people's appearance, he couldn't just go to ask for a few lollipops like that, for it would also make him lose face.

"No, I want it now! How can he have something that I can't, grandma…"

The child did not understand the embarrassment of his father, so he didn't stop shaking the middle-aged woman's hand. He must have been spoiled before the eschaton, which made him think that he could take everything for granted.

"Okay, my darling, I'll get it for you."

The middle-aged woman never had an easy look at her son, but she was a doting grandma. After holding her grandson and coaxing him for a long time, she rose to her feet and walked towards Yun Che and others, holding the boy's hand. Before leaving, she glared at her son.

Seeing this, the people in the hall were gloating. Most of them had long been infuriated, for in the eschaton, Yun Che and his companions looked so sharp, while they looked like beggars. This was the ill nature of human beings, whether before or after the eschaton, people couldn't stand the sight of others living better than themselves.

"Go on, forget about "Dynasty", if you really want to choose one out of your proposals, I think…"

Yun Che remained emotionless. He held Little Fatty Chen inside and helped him sit down, then he discussed with Zhou Zeyu and Lu Haixuan. But he did not have a chance to speak, the middle-aged woman had come to them aggressively already.

"Bump!"

"Hey, pussy, give a few lollipops to my grandson."

The middle-aged woman pounded on the small round table when she asked for lollipops arrogantly. Chen Chen was frightened, his plump hands clasped Yun Che's arm, and the little boy who came with the woman laughed triumphantly.

"Hmm…"

Zhou Zeyu and Lu Haixuan turned around and rested their elbows on one side of the table. This woman was seeking her own doom. So far, no one had ever got the courage to ask their brother Che for things so aggressively. Most importantly, what she wanted was things of Yun Che's sweetheart, so they could tell that the woman would die very miserably!

"Uncle…"

Little Chen pulled Yun Che nervously, although he had witnessed Yun Che killing zombies along the way, in his mind, those zombies who would bite people were all bad guys, his uncle would beat them, so he didn't have to be afraid. But now it was a little boy from the other party, whom he didn't realize were bad guys, of course, he would be a little scared.

"It's okay, they're also bad guys. I believe Chen Chen would love to watch me punish the villains!"

Ignoring the clamor and anger of the woman, Yun Che held Chen Chen in his arms with a gentle smile on his face, but his gaze was still cold.

"But the little brother…"

Turning to look at that little boy, Little Chen was confused: how could a little boy at his age be one of the bad guys?

"There are bad people of all ages. Does Chen Chen still remember your brothers and sisters in your grandma's house who often bullied Chen Chen? Do you think they are good people?"

Having seen through the cause of his confusion, Yun Che mentioned the Zhou family on his own initiative for the first time. This time, Chen Chen was no longer hesitant, he said very forcefully: "My brother and my sister were terrible, they bullied mum and me, and they used to give me pinches."

With comparison, Chen Chen decisively came up with the answer, and his gaze at that little boy were no longer friendly. They were all villains, but Chen Chen would never be afraid of them.

"Well, I'll take revenge on them later. Now be a good boy and go to Uncle Zhou first."

With distress in his eyes, Yun Che patted Chen Chen's little butt to urge him to go to Zhou Zeyu. Chen Chen had always behaved well, and he did what Yun had asked without a word, and Zhou Zeyu held him up in time.

"Pussy, you are digging your own grave!"

The middle-aged woman who had been ignored for quite a while suddenly screamed and launched a punch with anger.

"Bump!"

Yun Che moved aside and dodged the punch. Her fist landed on the back of the sofa that Yun Che was sitting on. From the perspective of others, Yun Che only managed to dodge it because of luck. Only he, Zhou Zeyu and Lu Haixuan knew how leisurely he was when he did that.

"You are a power-strengthening psionic. No wonder you are so arrogant."

Yun Che looked askance at the woman's fist that could not be drawn back, he sneered, stood up and walked past the woman towards the centre of the hall.

"Shh!"

"Brother Che is so handsome!"

Zhou Zeyu, who was holding Little Fatty Chen, was enjoying the scene in front of him, and he immediately sensed the woman's gaze with murderous intent when he whistled. But a person who could come up with the name "Ass Kicker" would never be intimidated by a piercing gaze, unless it was from Yun Che. As for others, no matter how fierce their gaze was, he would just laugh at it recklessly.

"Grandma … I want a lollipop, please."

Most of the five or six-year-old children were already very thoughtful. Seeing the middle-aged woman's hesitation to get lollipops for him, the little boy started making a scene again by shaking her arm unhappily.

"Okay, grandma will get it for you right away."

Unable to stand her little grandson's crying and screaming, the middle-aged woman immediately stared at Little Chen fiercely: "Little fatty, give your…"

"Whew…"

The sound of a sharp blade slicing the air suddenly rang. Under the attention of everyone, a long knife flew towards the woman with thunderous momentum, and there was a vague figure behind it, whose speed was unimaginable. Almost in the blink of an eye, it had reached its destination.

"Ah…"

"Ah…my hand, my hand…ah…"

With the unbelieving screams of bystanders, blood suddenly spurted, a bloody broken arm flew out, and the scream of middle-aged woman echoed throughout the hall. Everything happened almost in the blink of an eye. In the hall, everyone was silent, and no one could believe that this slightly feeble man would be so fierce that he cut off the woman's arms without saying a word.

Those who were jealous and resentful, as well as those who wished Yun Che bad luck unconsciously took two steps back as they felt shivers running down their spine. Those who were envious but less shameless had a clear conscience, for their concern was Yun Che's strength. Perhaps many of them would regard it as a coincidence. But all coincidences came with necessity, which only a few of them were keenly aware of.

"You will die if you touch my child!"

The sharp blade pointed directly at the middle-aged woman who screamed while lying on the ground with her hand pressed against the cut of the broken arm. Yun Che's tone was very gentle, but it was weird, which almost pierced the eardrum of everyone present.