The Red Dragon Lord is OP, but Insists on a Pop Culture Invasion!

Chapter 250: Chapter 211: Zog Calls the Shots in the Twin Towers

Twin Tower City, 9 PM.

In most other cities, people still out on the streets at this hour were usually up to no good.

But for this city, the most developed on the entire Continent, 9 PM was when nightlife was at its liveliest.

The most popular shows in theaters big and small all went on at this time.

At the Cowboy Theater, the musical currently playing was Cat, the undisputed hit of the season and the latest masterpiece from the reformed Drama Guild.

This Cat-themed show became an instant hit with children the moment it debuted, and its crossover merchandise with Tom and Jerry was also wildly popular.

Generally speaking, winning over the children also meant winning over their parents.

After all, you couldn’t just let a child come to the theater alone.

In the audience, one child’s demeanor was a little different from the other young theatergoers.

He didn’t seem excited at all; instead, he was squirming anxiously in his seat.

The actors on stage, dressed in furry Cat costumes, reminded him of some bad memories from when he was younger.

Back then, he had run off to explore the woods on his family’s manor and had accidentally fallen into a cave.

The surrounding darkness terrified him, and then two Ghost-like eyes suddenly appeared in the shadows.

Their long, vertical pupils looked just like those of a terrifying Ogre from the stories.

It had left him with a deep-seated childhood trauma.

Of course, it turned out to be just a Cat, but that didn’t stop him from being afraid of felines ever since.

And now, the actors’ costumes on stage—looking both human and Cat-like—were even more terrifying than a simple Cat.

His father noticed his distress and asked, "Do you not want to watch anymore?"

The child nodded helplessly.

"Okay, then we won’t watch. Let’s go home." His father stood up and led him and his mother toward the exit.

"Excuse me, coming through, sorry, pardon me, please let us pass..."

The family of three apologized all the way down the aisle. To avoid disturbing more of the audience, they decided to leave through the back door.

"I’m sorry," the child apologized to his parents.

"What’s there to be sorry about? We brought you here to see it. If you don’t like it, of course we’ll leave. Come on, let’s go home. It’s okay, don’t be so down."

His mother was at his side, comforting him.

The back door opened into a small alley. Their family’s carriage and guards were parked at the front entrance of the theater, so they had a bit of a walk.

Just as they were walking toward their carriage, a filthy vagrant with a ferocious glint in his eyes suddenly rushed out of the darkness, brandishing a knife.

"Money! Give me all your money!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, friend. There’s no need to do anything drastic for a little money, right?"

The father first raised his hands to show he wouldn’t resist, then slowly reached for his wallet and took out a stack of Gold Coins.

"And you, the woman! Hand over all your jewelry!" the vagrant shouted in a hoarse voice.

The mother subconsciously clutched the necklace around her neck. It was their wedding anniversary gift.

"Friend, there’s no need for this," the father said. "My family’s guards are just around the corner. Take these Gold Coins and leave, and we can pretend none of this ever happened."

"Hand over the jewelry!" the vagrant roared, swinging the knife wildly.

The terrified child trembled and hid behind his mother.

"Alright, don’t get excited." The father, holding the jewelry they had taken off, offered it to the vagrant.

The instant the vagrant reached out to take it, the father grabbed his wrist in a reverse grip.

In his mind, he had pictured himself blocking the man’s knife hand with his other arm, then turning to use the momentum for a shoulder throw to subdue the robber.

This was a self-defense counter-technique he had specifically learned for dealing with knife-wielding assailants.

Unfortunately, his plan was better in theory.

As he tried to reach out and block, he quickly realized something: he’d probably been scammed out of the money he paid for self-defense lessons.

The assailant’s knife hand didn’t move into the perfect position to be blocked, not like it did in class.

He now understood a simple truth: if you didn’t have any Extraordinary Power, the best option when facing an armed opponent empty-handed was to run.

In a flash, the blade was just centimeters from his neck.

A father on the brink of death, a screaming mother, a vicious assailant—the poor child was scared stiff, frozen to the spot.

However, the scene of a knife slicing an artery and blood spraying everywhere did not happen.

The tip of the blade stopped just against his neck, unable to move another inch.

"Why?" The vagrant couldn’t understand what was happening. If this rich man was actually powerful, why had he been so timid before?

"Because I am here!"

A majestic voice echoed from the mouth of the alley.

All of them turned to look toward the mouth of the alley. There, bathed in light, was a strange figure in a tight-fitting suit.

With a wave of his hand, the figure in the tight suit slammed the vagrant against the wall.

If one looked closely, it wasn’t hard to see a transparent Protective Shield pinning the man in place.

"Who are you?" the child asked, playing the straight man.

"I am the champion of justice in the dark of night! The guardian of the residents of Twin Tower City! The High—Tower—Hero—"

The family of three was stunned into silence by this performance, unsure how to react.

If he hadn’t just saved them, they would have definitely thought this weirdo in a tight suit was a pervert.

’They still thought he was, but it felt inappropriate to say that about the man who’d just saved their lives.’

"It’s a good thing I arrived in time to prevent a tragedy where six legs walk into an alley, but only two walk out."

Leaving them with that cryptic remark, High Tower Hero used a Teleportation Technique and vanished from the scene.

A moment later, his figure appeared on the spire of Soron Tower in a classic superhero pose, looking down upon the vast city.