063, Jessica Jones

Hmm?

With a cold expression, Zaire stopped the movements between his limbs.

He instantly withdrew the steps he had taken.

Facing his enemy, he prepared for battle!

At that moment, a girl with black hair in a yellow dress lunged toward Zaire.

She resembled a beautifully crafted human puppet, her movements incredibly stiff.

With her eyes slightly red, she raised her delicate arm at the command of the middle-aged man, her expression blank as she swung her tightly clenched fist!

Zaire took a deep breath.

Just from the heavy punch that carried the sound of rushing wind, he immediately determined that the girl before him was definitely not an ordinary human!

Superhuman!

And… not just one!

In the blink of an eye, Zaire narrowed his eyes.

His muscular back bent slightly, and the muscles in his legs tightened, his feet forcefully pressing against the ground!

In an instant, he transformed into a drawn sword.

Charging directly at the tearful black-haired girl!

Zaire, now in battle mode, seemed to switch to a different persona.

He calmly faced the black-haired girl, who possessed unknown superpowers.

With a mere sidestep, Zaire effortlessly dodged her clumsy yet heavy punch!

Before the black-haired girl could retract her arm and continue her assault, Zaire, with narrowed eyes, suddenly swung his muscular arm!

A massive force, fueled by pent-up rage, struck the girl squarely on the neck!

Bang—

Accompanied by the violent sound of flesh colliding, the tearful black-haired girl flew through the air like a dancing yellow butterfly.

Her skirt fluttered as she slammed heavily against the wall of the alley!

Thud!

The brick wall shattered upon impact, creating a large dent!

Before the black-haired girl could even hit the ground, Zaire quickly shifted his gaze.

A cruel smile spread across his lips.

His muscular shoulder sank slightly, and his pace quickened!

Zaire charged unhesitatingly toward the middle-aged man not far away!

"How is this possible!"

In an instant, the man in the purple suit instinctively widened his eyes, as if his eyeballs might pop out of their sockets.

His mouth let out a terrified shout:

"Friend! This is a misunderstanding! Jessica! Come back!"

Before he could finish, sensing the undisguised murderous intent in Zaire's eyes, the middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened.

He took a deep breath.

With calm determination, he issued a final command to the approaching giant:

"Stop immediately! I command you to cease all actions!"

However, the man's superpower, which worked perfectly on ordinary humans, seemed utterly ineffective against Zaire, who was already closing in!

Crash—

In the blink of an eye, Zaire's muscular shoulder collided forcefully with the unprepared man.

He pinned him against the streetlamp!

Given the size difference between them, the impact of Zaire's charge landed squarely on the man's face.

"Ugh!"

The man's nose instantly collapsed, bones breaking under the force.

Even the teeth in his mouth shattered!

Taking advantage of the moment, Zaire, with blood-red eyes, lifted his other muscular arm!

Crack!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, the middle-aged man's neck snapped like a fragile pencil!

His head hung weakly on his shoulder.

The man's lifeless eyes seemed to express disbelief and shock!

"Hah—"

With his murderous intent fading, Zaire sighed in relief.

He took a step back, allowing the man's body to slide slowly down the now slightly deformed lamp post.

Zaire then stared at the purple blood oozing from the man's wound, unable to suppress his frown.

"Is this an alien lifeform? Or a side effect of his superpower? What exactly is his superpower? Is it linguistics?"

Zaire muttered to himself, gazing at the corpse.

Before he could finish speaking, his phone, which he had placed in his pocket, suddenly vibrated.

Then came David mechanical voice:

"Honorable Omisha, the opponent is not an alien lifeform, just a foolish human who abused his newfound superpowers..."

Upon hearing David's response,

"Heh..."

Zaire blinked and let out a cold laugh.

Then he turned to approach the black-haired girl, intending to check on her.

However, the girl, who had taken Zaire's full force blow, seemed not to have died on the spot.

She leaned against the wall, half-lying amidst the rubble.

Her hands, covered in scratches, shielded her face as she sobbed sorrowfully.

It was as if, with the middle-aged man's death, the black-haired girl had regained the freedom she had lost, like a marionette released from its strings.

Thud, thud, thud.

As Zaire's heavy footsteps drew near, the already wary black-haired girl suddenly lifted her head.

She tugged at her torn dress, trying to curl her exposed legs inward.

With bloodshot eyes, she looked at Zaire, uncertainty flashing across her face.

Thanks to the dim light behind her, Zaire could finally see her appearance clearly.

He instantly recognized her identity.

She seemed to be a student from Central City High School.

Moreover, she was Zaire's high school classmate…

With his thoughts racing, Zaire raised an eyebrow and softly asked the black-haired girl:

"Jessica... Jessica Jones?"

Upon hearing her name, the girl, struggling to suppress her sobs, instinctively widened her eyes.

She seemed unable to recognize the drastically changed Zaire.

After hesitating for a moment, the black-haired girl straightened her back and weakly said:

"It's me. Thank you for saving my life..."

Zaire, squinting his eyes, interrupted her:

"Right now, do you want to live or die?"

"Huh?"

The girl was taken aback, seemingly unable to process his words.

She stared at Zaire in a daze, her mouth producing an involuntary sound.

Zaire, with an expressionless face, suddenly raised his muscular arm.

He flexed his wrist, squinting as he said:

"Tonight, you did not see me... Understand?"

"Of course, if you want to seek death... you can go ahead and say so."

"You're overthinking it! I hate that demon that has tormented me for so long!"

The intelligent girl seemed to grasp Zaire's concerns.

She shifted her gaze, her eyes filled with resentment fixed on the dead man, sneering softly.

"Heh..."

Without hesitation, the black-haired girl declared:

"I will call the police myself and take responsibility for the murder! And I won't disclose any information about you... I swear on my life!"

At that moment, Zaire, squinting his eyes, gazed into the girl's eyes, which radiated boundless hatred, and fell silent.

A few seconds later, Zaire turned back toward the lamp post without expression.

He bent down and lifted the middle-aged man's body.

Without looking back, he strode deeper into the alley.

"For your perceptiveness... girl, you can live and go to the hospital."

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