Redemption |ShadowPeach|

Don't count on it, bud.

| Third person |

| We all know what this means! >:D |

The agency had only heard a distorted voice crackling through the communicator, signaling that it was one of their agents in distress. Sun Wukong, their notorious operative known for his reckless bravado, had been caught red-handed in a game far beyond mere mischief. Ao Lee, a seasoned agent with quick reflexes, instinctively moved to take action, but Buddha raised a hand, a gesture that conveyed both authority and wisdom. "Wait," he said, his voice calm and measured. This moment, he believed, would serve as a crucial lesson for Wukong—not to be so hasty in his choices, especially when the stakes were so high.

Wukong, in a moment of self-reflection, had previously muttered to himself about his inability to conceal his true nature. Buddha, with his profound insight, recognized this vulnerability; Wukong's bravado often overshadowed his judgment. Meanwhile, Nezha, another skilled agent with quick thinking, was frantically checking the feed from their operative's body cam. His heart raced as he saw that it was still functional, the camera's lens capturing a vivid and alarming image that sent chills down his spine. 

On screen, Nezha watched in horror as the figure he had initially suspected to be one of the Mafia leaders loomed over Sun Wukong, who was trapped in a vice-like grip, panic etched across his face. The agent, clearly overwhelmed, was a chaotic whirlwind of flailing limbs and desperate screams, his voice echoing through the communicator, amplifying the tension in the room. Each scream was a reminder of the precarious situation, leaving the team on edge as they strategized their next move to rescue their colleague from the clutches of danger.;

"You can't do this!"

over the speaker of the body cam. Making sure that the others heard him from the other side, because he knew it was the only way to get in touch with the agency. The one who captured him was none other than the one whom the EAFA had been looking for. The infamous Liu'Er Mihou, the Six-Eared Macaque. The firstborn of the Mihou bloodline.

"Oh. Yes, I can. Peaches."

On the other end of the dimly lit room, Liu'Er stood by the flickering camera, his eyes glimmering with mischief as he flashed a sly grin that could only be described as devilish. Just as quickly as it appeared, his visage was swallowed by an overwhelming wave of static, the computer screen now a chaotic blur of pixels and noise. Nezha, along with the other agents huddled around the monitor, watched the scene unfold with growing concern. While most of the group expressed their agitation, Ao Lee remained an island of calm, unfazed by the disarray surrounding them. In stark contrast, Ali let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing her temples as if to ease the building headache. "That idiot!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with exasperation. "He just got started, and now he's already in deep trouble. Well, there's no way to save him now." The tension in the room thickened, the agents acutely aware that they were now spectators to a potential disaster.

Bartholomew cut her short with a pointed question, "What about his chimps?" His voice carried across the room, catching everyone's attention and drawing their gazes toward him. Ali stifled a laugh, appreciating the unexpectedness of the comment, but she recognized the weight of Bartholomew's words. The bond between the Monkey King, Wukong, and his playful companions was indeed unique and irreplaceable, suggesting that they could play a crucial role in their search for him.

"Wukong is the Monkey King, right?" Bartholomew continued, his expression earnest. "His little friends would surely want to help us find where they've taken him." 

Abel, Loua, and Ryman, the three chimps, exchanged meaningful glances, their expressions mirroring a mix of concern and determination. Abel raised a brow and gestured toward Loua, silently seeking her opinion on the proposal. Ryman, ever the enthusiastic communicator, nodded vigorously and signed, 'Yes. He is our king; we absolutely need to aid him.'