After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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The lyrics are adapted from Sexy Pistols' "AnarchyintheUK". I'm humming them now purely to vent.

None of the brawlers, whether omnics or cat-men, were a match for Spa.

Blood splattered inside. The patrons gasped and backed away, chairs and glasses clattering and crashing to the floor.

But even as the guests ran, their eyes kept glancing towards Spa.

Everyone knew that none of those involved in the brawl were easy to mess with, yet at this moment, they were all surrounded by Spa alone, mowing down the enemy like mowing grass.

It's simply... ridiculously strong.

People were thinking to themselves.

Spah fought with increasing ferocity, deliberately avoiding vital points, only managing to knock his enemies unconscious. Even so, in less than half a minute, most of the brawlers were down, and those still standing dared not lay a hand on Spah.

"Let's finish this quickly."

Spah's anger subsided somewhat, and he prepared to end the fight quickly.

Snapped!

A bullet, fired from outside the crowd, passed through the gaps between the brawlers and shot straight toward Spah's head.

The bullet struck him squarely in the temple.

Chapter 34 I Will Light the Fireworks

Bang!

A golden shield appeared on his temple. The bullet struck the shield and bounced back the way it came.

Spah turned his head to observe the trajectory of the bullet and saw the troublemaker standing there, his hands clasped together, gripping the gun handle tightly, the muzzle hissing and smoking.

"Huh? You didn't kill this wandering swordsman?"

The young man paused for a moment, took a half step back, hid his gun, and glanced around erratically before trying to blend into the crowd.

Spall, however, kept his eyes fixed on him, never leaving his side.

The young man raised his hands.

He suddenly took off running and soon reached the door.

There is indeed a ghost!

They shot at me... Could it be related to the Fool I was chasing?

Spall rolled his eyes, thought for less than half a second, and then took action, dashing towards the door.

But when he reached the door, the young fool had already run out, leaving only the door slightly ajar, letting in a gust of cold wind.

Spare was always decisive and did not hesitate. He rushed out the door, but suddenly felt dizzy.

A sense of spatial disorientation washed over Spa, and he found himself standing on a wall, while the young man sped across the ceiling.

In less than half a second, Spah adapted to the change, pushed off the ground with his feet, and went straight up to the ceiling. Before long, he caught up to the young man within a meter.

The space shifted again, and the young man landed on the ground, pushed open the door, and escaped outside. Spah chased after him, running outside the bar, when suddenly his vision blurred, and the red and green lights of the city came into view.

Not long after, Spah adjusted to the change in light, shifted his gaze, and saw people rushing past, blocking his view.

The young man has vanished without a trace.

A life of pleasure... adept at altering one's appearance. But in such a short time, the other party couldn't modify too much.

Spare pondered for a moment, scanned his surroundings, spotted a target among the people, took a step forward, darted over, and grabbed the other person's shoulder.

"Huh? Ah?"

The man turned his head, revealing a head of blond hair and a face covered in tattoos, his expression filled with terror.

"What thug wouldn't yell if someone grabbed his shoulder?"

Spall sneered, raised his fist, and swung it straight at the blond-haired man's cheek.

But halfway through his punch, he saw a flash of pink light, and the other person's cheeks melted like wax, revealing the girl's face.

The girl had her hair in pigtails and wore a yukata decorated with cherry blossoms.

What's most eye-catching is that the red and white fox mask she was holding in her palm suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

"Wow, I can't believe I found fireworks! I thought all the products from the company were clumsy."

The girl grinned and stuck out her tongue.

"You want to kill me... Ha! Tell me who ordered you. Otherwise, what awaits you is not [Protection], but [Hunting]!"

Spall snorted coldly, ignoring Hanabi's provocation, and pulled out a charging gun, aiming it at Hanabi's throat.

"Oh no, don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm scared!"

Fireworks raised her hands high, but a mocking glint appeared in her eyes:

"You can't deal with pleasure using the methods of [hunting]. For example, if you're chasing the Fool, will he really come to the Wasteland?"

"What do you mean?"

Upon hearing Hanabi's words, Spah felt a slight tremor in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. He simply lowered his voice and put his finger on the trigger.

Hanabi ignored Spa and continued talking to herself:

"To give another example, what you're holding now, is it me, Firework, or a doll?"

Hanabi's lips curled up, forming a strange V-shape.

Spah was taken aback when he saw the girl disappear and be replaced by a chibi-style doll.

"Although you're smart, I'm even smarter, hehehe!"

Fireworks appeared fifty meters away, sticking out its tongue.

"..."

Spare, clutching the toy, gazed at Fireworks' retreating figure, momentarily speechless. Two seconds later, he snapped out of his reverie and chased after her.

This guy... definitely knows something.

Spall muttered to himself, channeling his hunting power. But the next second, he lost sight of the firework's location.

He moved his head and, with great difficulty, finally saw Hanabi's back from a hundred meters behind him.

Strangely, Hanabi wasn't running on the ground, but thousands of meters in the air. Just like on the ground, the air was covered with roads made of animal bones, and buildings hung upside down in the air.

Is the memory structure disordered?

Spah pursed his lips and stopped in his tracks. He knew that the desolate land was much like Pinocchio, filled with memories everywhere.

Unfortunately, without the governance of the [Harmony Family], these memories are completely uncontrollable. As a result, the roads and sense of direction here are all a mess, with no discernible pattern.

An ordinary person would have no chance of pursuing someone in this environment.

However, Spahta was no ordinary person.

He squinted, circulated his memory path, and after a couple of seconds, a blue ribbon appeared in his vision.

Like needle and thread, the bonds weave through the fabric of memory.

Spah stepped onto the ligature, took a few steps, and suddenly his body teleported a hundred meters away. He took a few more steps, and then he was airborne.

Spa's eyes followed the blue ribbon, constantly changing position, and soon he saw Fireworks's silhouette again.

The two were less than ten meters apart.

Suddenly, a swarm of people appeared, and fireworks mingled with them.

Spall had anticipated this move and focused his mind, locking onto Hanabi's aura. However, the next second, he sensed something was wrong.

The scent of fireworks spread out in dozens of places.

Spah swallowed hard, noticing the crowd had thinned out slightly, revealing dozens of fireworks that scattered and ran in different directions.

"Hehe, hehehe! Come and get me, you idiot at the company!"

Dozens of fireworks performers collectively scoffed.

Spall shifted his gaze, unable to distinguish for a moment which fireworks were real and which were fake.

"The Masked Fool, your illusionary abilities are truly formidable. Neither the Stonehearts nor the Sea Rangers can handle you... Sigh!"

Spall shook his head and sighed.

He took out the topaz.

"Too bad, I'm not afraid of your illusions at all!"

Spah's lips curled slightly as he grasped the foundation stone, which emitted a golden light.

At the same time, a pair of eyes, ten meters wide, suddenly appeared in the People's Medical Flag 847 Dance Hall ten meters away.

The eyes had gold rims and eyelashes, but the pupils were sky blue. Even stranger, the pupils were convex lenses, from which various Chinese characters could be faintly seen.

"Ouch!"

A scream rang out, and all the fireworks disappeared, leaving only one person lying on the ground.

Hanabi struggled, trying to stand up. But her eyes flashed with golden light, her legs slipped, and she fell down again.

"Oops, I think I messed up."

Hanabi stuck out her tongue and it took her a while to stand up.

Before she could even regain her footing, Hanabi saw Spa hold a calligraphy brush and draw a line in the air. Instantly, a black snake pounced on her.

"Help! I'm afraid of snakes!"

Hanabi turned and ran, but before she could run more than a few steps, a black snake wrapped around her waist and bound her tightly.

"Wow, that's really strong..."

Hanabi blinked and said in a sweet voice, "No wonder you quit your job. After all, how can that silly girl compare to you?"

While Hanabi offered compliments, her body writhed like an earthworm. The more she moved, the tighter the black snake bound her.

Ignoring the flattery, Spac drew his gun, stepped forward, brought his face close to Hanabi's, and pointed the gun at his temple:

“I think you know where I come from. Since you and that guy are both from the tavern, you must have had some contact with each other.”

Hanabi didn't answer, she just stuck out her tongue.

Spare took the muzzle of the gun and tapped Hanabi's head a few times:

"I advise you to be sensible! Good heavens! Did that fool arrive in the desolate land ahead of time?"

"Hehe, you are indeed clever, although you still got tricked."

Fireworks blinked her pink eyes and curled her lips upward.

"You only need to answer, yes or no?"

"The Fool is very good at deceiving people. How can you be sure that the guy you're chasing is the Masked Fool from the tavern?" Hanabi sneered.

"...What the hell?"

Upon hearing this, Spall was slightly taken aback, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed them.

We can't let the fireworks talk lead us astray.

Spall thought for a moment, his eyes darting around. He opened the Ether Editing System and took out a pair of iron pliers.

"Since you refuse to speak properly, I'll have no choice but to resort to special measures."

Spah licked his lips and lit the pliers.

Chapter 35 brought it all down! Burned to ashes!

Snap! Snap...

Orange flames blazed, casting trails of gray smoke. Fireworks, tied to an iron pole, was flushed and panting heavily.

"Please... hurry! Hurry! Spare me..."

Fireworks blinked and let out a delicate, mournful sound.

"Heh! You better behave yourself!"

Spall said coldly, picking up the red-hot pliers.