I have found out your real name

Chapter 109 The battle of idols is about killing and being killed

"Isn't Lord Nero the last one? Why is there a new combination?"

"A name you haven't heard of before must be an unpopular guy."

"Maybe he came here temporarily to join in the fun, right?"

"After listening to the song just now, I have no interest in listening to anything else. I'd better go back and review it first."

Like being thrown into the water of stones, whispers spread through the crowd, most of whom had obviously never heard of the performers.

There were even some spectators walking out of the venue. A large space was quickly cleared in the crowded standing area, and Uehara took the opportunity to squeeze in.

"The AI ​​singing just now was incredible. I originally thought it was impossible for them to compare with living idols. It seems they are still behind the times."

He sighed first, then looked at the stage, "Look, I said before that Aoki-san is also an idol."

Li Wu glanced from Ryoko Aoki, who was standing at the front, to the two people behind him, his expression a little tense.

Aoki's usual dress in the class is indeed very different, no wonder not many people have recognized him.

She let down her blond hair, which she usually styled into a single ponytail, and added a thin four-strand braid on the left side. She also took off the glasses she often wore in class, not to mention she was still wearing a fluttering idol uniform.

But even when she was standing on the stage as an idol, she stared aggressively at the audience with sharp eyes without smiling at all.

And the two people behind her are even more heavyweights.

The short-haired girl at the back left fell when she entered the stage, then lay on the ground and touched for a while before catching up.

Most people might think she was looking for contact lenses, but Li Wu could see clearly that she put the two eyeballs that had rolled to the ground back into their sockets.

This one has [Zombie] written on her head, indicating her identity.

The girl on the right with dark hair and long bangs that gave off a gloomy look didn't cause any trouble, but there was "Luxury Bride" written above her.

This is a kind of monster in Sakurajima legend. Its original meaning is "girl spider". Just by hearing this name, you can know what her true identity is.

The idol group that co-wrote Aoki-san is a group of demons and monsters.

Ryoko Aoki, who was standing at the front, took a step forward and introduced herself into the microphone: "Eat them all! We are 'Monster Girls'!"

Only a few people in the audience applauded, maybe they were their fans.

"That seems to be their fixed greeting and group name. It's weird, right?"

Masaki Uehara said softly.

"Combined with the characters of their group, it's not so strange as it is terrifying if you think about it."

Uehara looked confused, but Li Wu was really worried about whether his classmates might have embarked on the path of cannibalism.

The three people on the field took their places. Ryoko Aoki clicked on the microphone to check the sound, but when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a loud noise.

The soundproof door was pushed open, and men filed in, occupying every corner of the venue.

When the staff in the mixing room tried to come out to see what was going on, they roughly pushed him back.

An uneasy atmosphere began to spread with the arrival of these uninvited guests. Some spectators slowly moved outside the venue, and quickly ran away after noticing that they would not be stopped.

"What's going on with these people?"

Uehara stood next to Li Wu and felt that his safety was very valuable, so he was not nervous.

Those who came in had words written on their heads that were familiar to Li Wu: [Jihai Group Ruozhong] and [Jihai Group Shared Brother].

Some of them were suffixed with the word "mermaid" like the Antang Gang he had seen.

"A rock singer here to crash the show?"

Guang can't get along with rock and roll today, but unfortunately, he is the ultimate.

The three people on the stage looked at each other in confusion, and Aoki shouted through the microphone: "Please new guests abide by the order of the livehouse."

Of course it only elicited a burst of laughter, mixed with a few vulgar words.

She showed an angry face and squeezed the microphone holder in her hand, but in the end she chose not to say a word.

The man who entered last closed the soundproof door, pushed aside the spectators in front of him, and walked to roughly the center of the venue.

He was about 20 years old, with a scar on the right side of his face. His eyes wandered over the three young idols for a while, and finally settled on the one with long black hair.

"Sorry to interrupt your performance."

Unlike An Tanggang, his words had a polite tone.

"But please understand my feelings. My lover met with an accident not long ago, and the last clue she had was that she joined Miss Aoki's idol group."

"So I would like to invite Miss Aoki and the other two to talk about topics related to this matter."

As soon as he said these words, the audience who had not dispersed immediately stirred up waves. Aoki Ryoko's expression also changed, and the knuckles of her clenched fingers turned white.

"Hey, is what that guy said true?" Uehara Masaki said in disbelief, "A current idol is actually in love with someone who looks like a Yakuza."

"What you focus on is really strange..."

Li Wu patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What do you think of him?"

"He must not be a good person if he is surrounded by spirits that fear him."

Uehara stared at the suspected leader for a while, and finally used his expertise for once.

"Whether it's true or not, this kind of thing should wait for the police to investigate. What's wrong with breaking in like this?"

Some spectators stood up and yelled, and Ruozhong who was approaching pushed him and fell to the ground.

"If you are not willing, we will definitely not do anything illegal or coercive. We will just try to find ways to invite you kindly."

The leading man added with a smile.

"We... can go with you."

Aoki Ryoko looked at the two people behind her and struggled to squeeze out broken words from her throat.

They are obviously not human, but they have not behaved aggressively so far.

Seeing now, Li Wu moved his wrist.

The sound of metal colliding sounded crisply.

In front of the stage, a Yakuza who was as big and round as a sumo wrestler grabbed the trembling young man's wrist. On the ground was a mobile phone with a cracked screen.

"You want to call the police, right?"

He spread his fingers and slapped the spectator who couldn't stand it.

Then his fingertips passed across the other person's face.

This phenomenon is certainly not happening because well-intentioned extremists just want to scare passers-by.

It was simply because he was flying and therefore unbalanced.

Like a thrown bouncy ball, a concave mark suddenly appeared on the huge belly wrapped in the suit, and then the whole person was pushed up from the ground by this force, hit the ventilation duct on the ceiling, and then bounced down. Sliding a distance of more than ten meters, people along the way dispersed.

Li Wu retracted his fist, picked up the cell phone on the ground and put it back into the young man's hand, reminding him: "You dropped your thing."

The other person was stunned and tried twice before putting the thing in his hand into his pocket: "Thank you..."

He glanced around the suddenly quiet venue, and then looked at Uehara: "Strange, isn't there another show? Why stop?"

Masaki Uehara solemnly took out two fluorescent sticks of different colors from the backpack behind him, half-crouched and gathered them in front of him.

Then, like a samurai drawing his sword, he unfolded two lightsabers high in the sight of everyone!

"Monster girl! Monster girl!"

He started playing wota on the spot, and Guang immediately moved a little further away, pretending not to recognize this person.

"..."

Li Wu actually wanted to imply that he would say something like "because the wind brought dirty things today" and then knock down the rest of the Isomi-gumi members.

But forget it, this is fine.

All Wakatou and Shidi rushed towards him as if they had been buffed by madness, and even other spectators were involved in the fight.

"It's your turn to perform, Aoki-san."

He kicked away the first Ruozhong who arrived and turned around to remind him.

"Are we really going to sing?"

The member at the back with the word "zombie" on his head looked at the sudden chaotic scene and asked with a wry smile.

Ryoko Aoki, who had kept his head lowered, released the microphone holder, took off the microphone and brought it to his mouth: "Of course I have to sing! We are idols! Now I present to you our latest original song!"

Amid the sounds of flesh colliding and wailing, explosive music flooded the entire venue.

"Let me beat your heart~please~"

The big man in black was hit on the chin by an uppercut from Li Wu. His body weighing more than 90kg flew up like a rag doll, knocking down two younger brothers who were entangled with the audience.

"Breaking through my brain~My heart beats for you! Love you!"

Someone rushed in front of him, his head transformed into an ugly shark head, and he opened his bloody mouth: "Human, you don't know what you have provoked..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped on the bridge of his nose, knocking the shark's head to the concrete floor like a ball, leaving a long trail of blood.

"Take you to the eternal dream! Never think of coming back!"

The Yakuza, lined up horizontally like a long snake formation, took out their daggers and iron rods, roared and launched a desperate charge towards Li Wu.

Then the leading warrior was hit by a brutal kick and flew into the beverage bar on the left side of the door. Fragrant liquid oozed from the broken wine bottle, adding a dreamlike flavor to the chaotic scene.

The iron rod in the victim's hand circled three times in the air and was caught by Li Wu's outstretched hand.

He stepped on the points of the lyrics, picking and swinging like an experienced conductor, breaking the wrist bones, poking the chests of the Yakuza who were coming up, blowing away the human body, and swinging the hand in a large swing, which was heavier than ordinary goods. Many batons swept a row of mermaid-looking Yakuza like garbage to the wall next to them.

Then he raised the blood-stained iron rod to his side and bowed slightly towards the empty front.