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"Uh, is this the method you came up with, Onee-sama?" Shirai Kuroko asked, her mouth twitching, while feeling utterly hopeless.

"That's right, isn't this the simplest way?" Misaka Mikoto said earnestly, winking at Shirai Kuroko.

"...Alright...Alright, I belong to Onee-sama anyway. If Onee-sama wants to play this kind of game, then Kuroko...Kuroko can accept it! Ah~ Onee-sama~" Shirai Kuroko's pretty face flushed, her body squirmed, a drop of clear liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth, and she looked at Misaka Mikoto with a doting, obsessed expression.

"Hey! That's not what I meant!?" Misaka Mikoto was a bit flustered by Shirai Kuroko's reaction. She noticed the gazes of the people in the store, and more importantly, Rod's attention.

She gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and hardened her heart.

With a 'thump,' Misaka Mikoto, her face red, sat down in front of Rod with Shirai Kuroko, who had a large bump on her head.

"It's so late, and you're still out?" Rod asked casually. According to Tokiwadai's curfew, these two little girls were still out and about. Weren't they afraid of their Dorm Supervisor?

"Don't worry, we reported this operation," Misaka Mikoto replied dejectedly.

"What's wrong? You look so down?" Rod took the so-called 'bitter melon snail lasagna' from the waitress and then asked.

"Nothing, I originally planned to gather information about Imagine Breaker, but I didn't expect the first step of the plan to fall through. By the way, what is that thing you ordered, old man? It looks so strange," Misaka Mikoto explained first, but then was attracted by the strange lasagna in front of Rod and couldn't help but complain.

"Oh, this is called bitter melon snail lasagna. I haven't tried it yet," Rod said, casually cutting a piece and putting the bitter melon snail lasagna into his mouth, chewing it carefully, and then swallowing.

"How is it?" Misaka Mikoto asked curiously, seeing no expression on Rod's face.

Rod heard her, cut another piece, speared it with his fork, and offered it to Misaka Mikoto.

"It's not bad, want to try it?"

"Eh? No..." Misaka Mikoto was about to politely refuse when she suddenly realized that the fork in front of her had just been in Rod's mouth. If she ate it now, wouldn't it be...

An indirect kiss!?

Thinking of this, Misaka Mikoto's pretty face instantly flushed, and steam rose from her head like a steam engine.

"Okay...Okay," Misaka Mikoto said, her small hands fidgeting under the table, swallowing her saliva, but forcing herself to look calm as she nodded in agreement.

Her delicate body trembled, her cheeks were flushed, and combined with her subconscious action of tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she exuded a unique girlish charm that even made Rod slightly stunned.

However, at this moment, an untimely big mouth suddenly rushed into this enchanting scene, successfully snatching food from the fork in Rod's hand like a vicious dog tearing at its prey.

This scene left Rod and Misaka Mikoto completely stunned. Only Shirai Kuroko looked at Rod with displeasure, chewing the bitter melon snail lasagna in her mouth and commenting,

"Where is this delicious? It clearly tastes like bitter melon! You're messing with Onee-sama, aren't you!?"

"Kuroko!?" Misaka Mikoto's face was terrifyingly dark. She grabbed Shirai Kuroko's cheeks and kneaded them, making Shirai Kuroko's pretty face stretch like rubber.

"Onee-sama, this really isn't tasty!?" Shirai Kuroko tried to argue.

"Who cares about that!?" Misaka Mikoto retorted angrily, her pretty face completely red.

Seeing the two girls bickering, Rod also chuckled and put down his fork, then silently pushed the trash plate over and spit out the bitter melon snail lasagna from his mouth.

Seeing this, Shirai Kuroko made a 'Wow! You!' expression and quickly pointed at Rod, saying,

"Look, look, Onee-sama, that bastard old man also spit this thing out, didn't he!? I'm protecting your taste buds!"

"Old man..." Misaka Mikoto also looked at Rod with a resentful expression.

"Haha, I was just curious and ordered this dish to try it. Who knew it would be so awful," Rod said, shaking his head and laughing. He wondered how Kamijo Touma chose it, perhaps because it was the cheapest dish.

"But you two are looking for Imagine Breaker, right?" Rod asked, confirming.

"Yes, but who could have known the first step of the plan would..." Misaka Mikoto was still a bit disappointed when she saw Rod push a voice recorder in front of her.

"?" Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko both simultaneously had question marks appear above their heads.

"Hey, hey, hey, haven't you even investigated the true nature of Imagine Breaker?" Rod asked in surprise.

The two girls' pretty faces flushed upon hearing this, and they argued,

"Of...Of course we investigated. We're investigating precisely because we don't know yet."

"Forget it. A segment of audio in here is the true nature of Imagine Breaker. I'll leave this to you," Rod said, waving his hand, speechless.

"So this is the true nature of Imagine Breaker. By the way, why do you have this thing?" Shirai Kuroko took the Imagine Breaker and then asked Rod with a serious expression.

"Hey, hey, hey, little girl, are you burning your bridges after crossing them?" Rod asked, amused.

"I didn't mean that..." Shirai Kuroko also felt a bit embarrassed upon hearing this. After all, the clue was obtained from Rod, so how could she turn hostile so quickly?

"Hey, hey, hey, old man? You're ruining our business like this, making things very difficult for us," a group of thugs noticed the situation here and, after listening carefully, spoke up.

Rod's actions were no different from stealing their business.

Rod was indifferent to this, taking a sip of the tea in his hand. Electric currents, however, started to appear on Misaka Mikoto's body, and Shirai Kuroko's hand was already reaching towards her skirt.

"I'm talking to you, did you hear me!?" A hot-headed young man was the first to prepare to grab Rod's collar.

However, the next second, the sound of breaking glass rang out. Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, and the figure had already disappeared from the store.

"Junta?" A thug muttered, not understanding.

"Seriously, why are there always thugs around, buzzing like flies? Can't you trash be a little quieter?" Rod's eyes turned crimson, clearly not very happy.

He wondered why he always encountered thugs provoking him. Did he really have to make these idiots see blood?

The trace of Qi that Rod displayed made the thugs' legs start to tremble. Their hairs stood on end, their pants became wet, as if they were facing a giant beast from the abyss that had opened its maw, about to devour them completely, leaving no trace of life.