Previously, on Extraordinary Twins...
Facing the assembled heroes of the martial world, Kevin Kee finally announced the main objective of the Alliance Against Evil: "The source of all evil, the irredeemable villain, is none other than the infamous Flower Thief—Jade Hawk Johnson!"
The big boss's ID had finally been revealed.
"Jade Hawk Johnson?" The heroes' faces changed ever so slightly, committing that name to memory.
"Jade Hawk Johnson?" The South Sea Sage and his companions looked grave, lost in thought.
"Jade Hawk Johnson?" Tom Seven had a mysterious, knowing smile, as if he was in on some secret.
"Jade Hawk Johnson?" The scholar-leader muttered to himself, deep in thought, as if hatching a plan.
"Ja—Jade Hawk Johnson?" Zach Ironpillar and Wayne Sledgehammer repeated in disbelief. "The Eagle wiped out Shaolin? No way! That... that..." They exchanged glances and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "Actually, it's not impossible... With all the massacres and arson, this whole killing-and-burning routine really is the Eagle's style..."
Just as everyone was starting to believe it, a voice suddenly sliced through the heavy atmosphere like lightning.
"Hold up, hold up, hold up!" Someone in the grassroots section shot up their hand like a reporter at a press conference and shouted, "Who decided this? How was it verified? What makes you say 'Jade Hawk Johnson' is the culprit? Do you have any proof?"
"Huh?" Instantly, thousands of people in the hall turned to look at the questioner—and then, as if on cue, everyone silently praised the sight: Who knew there could be a man this handsome in the world? Kevin Kee was already considered a looker, but next to this guy, he was a few leagues behind. As for the rest of the martial artists? Most were burly, rough, and brutish. But this man stood there like a 4K Ultra-HD, fully-modded character dropped into a cast of blurry, old-school NPCs—he was just that dazzling.
This guy was sitting in the 'extras' section, so clearly he wasn’t anyone famous. Yet when facing the leader of the biggest martial arts gang in the world, he didn’t flinch at all—standing tall, radiating confidence, and honestly, he looked like a prince among men.
"Who is that guy?" Everyone wondered, staring at this man who seemed to glow with maxed-out Handsomeness Stats. Especially the young ladies and newlyweds—even if their eyes weren’t glued to him, they kept sneaking glances his way.
When did the martial world get someone this outstanding? Who the heck is he?
"Hey, look at those two idiots, practically drooling. Disgusting!" "Guess they swing that way—someone warn that young hero, don’t let those two creeps get their hands on him!" The whispers were all aimed at Zach Ironpillar and Wayne Sledgehammer. Not that they cared; they were too busy staring, completely gobsmacked.
Wait, isn’t that the Eagle himself?!
Dude, the Alliance Against Evil was literally founded to take you down, and here you are, just standing there like it’s no big deal. That’s some next-level guts!
But—suddenly, the two snapped out of it and realized something was off. Wait, hold on, something’s not right. The Alliance Against Evil is dead set on taking down the Eagle. Now the Eagle’s standing right here, not hiding or dodging, but nobody seems to recognize him? It’s like the whole crew of the Gourd Brothers is out for revenge on Snake Spirit, but they’re actually picking a fight with Medusa by mistake. There’s something fishy going on here.
Zach and Wayne’s eyes flickered, landing on Kevin Kee again. Everyone knew those two had, well, a reputation—their gazes always had a certain sleazy vibe. "Look, those creeps are at it again, now they’re eyeing Boss Kee!" "Honestly, the Alliance Against Evil should just get rid of those two first." "As long as those two are alive, handsome guys like me can’t sleep easy!"
"Can you two shut up already, you morons!" Barry Sherman and Stayfree/Kotex were so angry their foreheads were popping veins.
"Huh?" The 'daughter' of the South Sea Immortal couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, genuinely surprised.
Master Wuxiang's face twisted with righteous indignation, his anger practically radiating: "The previous leader of the Demon Sect is dead, and the next leader hasn't been chosen. That rascal Jia Tengying got greedy and wanted the top spot. To seize power, you need major achievements and a legendary reputation. So Jia Tengying stormed Shaolin, snatched our Supreme Elixir, stole our Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, and even burned our thousand-year-old ancestral land to ashes—all just to become famous and help the demons crush the righteous!"
Whoa, the whole crowd erupted! Hearing such outrageous deeds, everyone dove headfirst into gossip mode.
But Eagle Lord's expression turned odd. This story is suspiciously detailed—cause and effect, motives, everything. If I wasn't the guy they're accusing, even I'd be convinced. Clearly, someone wants to pin this mess on me. But is it Wuxiang himself, or did someone else frame me and he's just buying it? Time to probe further: "So you're saying Jia Tengying single-handedly wiped out Shaolin?"
"That's right." Wuxiang replied without hesitation. "He did it all by himself."
By himself, my foot! I saw it with my own eyes—that was at least a hundred people working together! The evidence is crystal clear, even an idiot could tell! Damn, my patience is off the charts today, so I'll give you one last chance: "One guy took down the entire Shaolin Temple? Since when was Shaolin so weak?"
Rude question, sure, but honestly, everyone wanted to ask. If Jia Tengying could solo the whole Buddhist order, he'd be way too scary to mess with.
"Ignorant brat!" Wuxiang roared, face full of hatred. "If it hadn't been for a white-haired woman attacking us first, and if that villain hadn't poisoned us and drained our strength, how could we have let him rampage alone? That white-haired demoness hurt many, and Miss Guo here was present—ask her if you doubt it!"
Seeing how convincing he sounded, Yang Qi confirmed two things.
First, her disguise was absolutely flawless—even this bitter victim, face-to-face, had no clue who she was.
Second, this bald monk was talking utter nonsense—even this bitter victim, face-to-face, had no clue who she was!
Damn, there's really nothing left to say here!
"Young hero, fellow warriors, we've already prepared the first batch of wanted posters. Behold, the portrait of 'Jia Tengying, Villain of Ten Thousand Crimes'!" Yelü Qi was getting impatient—this nobody just wouldn't shut up, and to make matters worse, was better-looking than him! Time to teach him a lesson. He grabbed a huge scroll and, with a flick of his wrist, hurled it over. Yelü Qi poured sixty years of martial power into that throw—the scroll shot through the air like a spear, intimidating the whole room.
Guo Jing watched closely, noticing that the move was meant to intimidate, not injure. If you weren't strong enough, catching the scroll would make you look foolish, but you wouldn't get hurt. So he didn't intervene, just nodded slightly, thinking: Qi's mastery of internal force has grown—he really is gifted.
Several martial arts experts in the crowd caught on right away. Everyone knew—the Beggar Chief was mad, and this young man was about to lose face.
But, to everyone's surprise, the young man casually reached out, grabbed the scroll as easily as picking an apple off a tree. The force behind it didn't even make him flinch, nor did he give it a second thought.
Yang Qi didn't care how shocked the crowd was or how they looked at her—she just hurried to open the scroll and take a peek, only to be stunned.
Madam Sanmiao peeked over, just as curious—and was instantly shocked too.
The two exchanged glances, both dumbfounded.
What the heck kind of wanted poster is this?
On the scroll was a drawing of a man with a head as big as a bucket, eyes like copper bells, and eyebrows bushy enough to sweep the floor—a face that could scare kids into eating their veggies. If you said this was Jia Tengying, even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.
Madam Sanmiao burst out laughing: "This is a wanted poster? Looks more like a monster from a ghost story!"
Yang Qi couldn't help but snicker: "If I looked like that, I'd turn myself in!"
The crowd burst into laughter, and even Yelü Qi's face twitched—he'd clearly seen the portrait before, but hearing the jokes stung a little.
But he quickly regained his composure and said sternly, "This is a wanted poster, not an art contest. As long as it helps us catch the criminal, that's what matters!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, "With a mug like that, he'd be caught the moment he stepped outside!"
Another chimed in, "No wonder Shaolin fell—if that's what he looks like, the monks probably fainted from fright!"
Yang Qi rolled her eyes and thought: These people are hopeless.
Yelü Qi hurried to change the subject: "Enough joking! This is a serious matter. Anyone who sees this man must report it immediately!"
The meeting returned to its serious tone, but a few snickers still floated through the air.
Yang Qi quietly slipped away from the crowd, blending into the shadows.
She needed to get some fresh air—this place was stifling.
Outside, the night was cool and clear, a welcome contrast to the heated chaos inside.
Yang Qi took a deep breath, feeling her nerves settle.
But just as she relaxed, a voice sounded behind her: "Enjoying the show, are we?"
Yang Qi spun around, instantly alert.
In the shadows stood a figure, arms crossed, watching her with a lazy smile.
She narrowed her eyes, ready for whatever came next.