Chapter 370: Fighting the Boss

In less than a minute after entering the mission, the factions divided by the God-Demon Game collapsed from within and disbanded on the spot.

They split into three factions: Tang Luo and his disciple, the Howling Celestial Dog, Li Jue and his wife Wei Xin, and Wen Hanfei with his two little companions.

No, on second thought, it should be two factions.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

There was no enmity between Wen Hanfei and Li Jue and his wife Wei Xin; there was even a huge basis for cooperation, such as gathering together to badmouth Tang Luo.

Even finding a way to screw Tang Luo over without affecting the mission wasn't out of the question.

The two sides would most likely join forces.

As for Tang Luo's side, it was a standard "lonely ruler with no kin."

"Experts are lonely." Ao Yulie tossed his hair in a very cool manner. "The strong are all solitary."

"Cut the posturing. Old rules: check the situation, meet up here later." Tang Luo said.

The place where everyone appeared was a corner of a park; the time was night. In the distance, a dim yellow streetlamp was on, emitting light that would occasionally flicker.

To tell the truth, combined with this mission, it gave people a slightly uneasy feeling.

One constantly felt that some dark shadow might jump out from the surrounding rockeries and vegetation.

Wen Hanfei and the others vanished without a trace in just two short minutes.

Tang Luo and Ao Yulie separated and spent about half an hour learning the basic situation.

A mission world not much different from the real world, with developed technology and no supernatural powers — at least not on the surface.

A search online turned up tens of thousands of various strange and eerie events.

Who knew if they had any reference value.

The place where the two were located was a city in the inland region of a country.

If there was anything special, it was that the country's nominal supreme ruler was an Empress, and a royal family existed; the political system bore some resemblance to a constitutional monarchy in the real world.

Heard that in a month or two it would be the Empress's grand birthday, and they were preparing a nationwide celebration.

In the hotel room, Ao Yulie, who had specifically requested a computer room, was searching through all kinds of news, hoping to find some clues.

As the master, Tang Luo naturally only had to offer a pointer or two from the side.

This was a master's privilege.

"Hm?" Soon, Tang Luo frowned and had Ao Yulie reopen the news he had just closed.

"What is it?" Ao Yulie was a bit puzzled; the headline of this news was very clickbaity: "Shocking, the Truth Behind the Dense Fog That Hasn't Dissipated for Three Months!"

Clicking in, it started off like a suspense novel, with some old man telling stories of the past.

Ao Yulie had no doubt that by the end, he might see something like — "Want to know what happens next? Please log in to XX Novel Website."

"Fengmen Village."

Tang Luo, however, was looking at this piece written like a suspense novel, making one feel the editor wasted their talent not being a hack writer, and a location inside caught his attention.

Fengmen Village.

This name, Tang Luo had an impression of it.

His second God-Demon mission was to take a pitfall-ridden bus, head for the station, and spend a night there.

And the destination was precisely the bus station of Fengmen Village.

Similar to a survival mission, but because the newcomers panicked and the veterans also made quite a few wrong choices.

They encountered dangers that normally wouldn't be encountered, and in the end nearly wiped out.

"Check the location." Tang Luo said to Ao Yulie, "This Fengmen Village might be a place I went to on a mission once."

"Good thing." Ao Yulie said with a smile, and after checking found that this Fengmen Village was actually a small village in another country.

No wonder it was written like a suspense horror novel.

"Tomorrow then, go take a look tomorrow." Tang Luo decided, "You confirm the location."

"Okay, Master." Ao Yulie nodded.

While Tang Luo and his group had already set about carrying out the mission, Wen Hanfei and Li Jue and his wife also gathered together as expected.

The two sides bonded over Tang Luo.

After cursing Tang Luo a few times, everyone immediately reached a "regret not meeting sooner" state, a relationship where they could become sworn brothers.

Then, Wen Hanfei's expression turned gloomy.

He hadn't expected that brat's strength to actually be this strong.

Because of the "consensus" reached on the contract between Tang Luo and Li Jue and his wife, the three were actually free of contractual bindings.

That is to say, even if they leaked large amounts of each other's relevant, important information to outsiders, they wouldn't suffer any impact or punishment.

Normally with a contract in place, revealing to outsiders that a certain person is a member of the Wulin Myth, possessing a certain Life Fate, is already the limit.

Of course, if it's oneself, even telling outsiders the color of one's underwear doesn't matter.

Li Jue and Wei Xin informed Wen Hanfei of Tang Luo's situation.

This gave Wen Hanfei a deeper understanding of Tang Luo's strength, while his brows knitted into a "chuan" character.

He had a brief exchange with Tang Luo once, or rather, a one-sided bullying.

At that time Wen Hanfei was sitting on a sofa, Tang Luo sneak-attacked, and with one punch broke his arm bone.

But to tell the truth, that Wen Hanfei didn't feel Tang Luo was very strong, only felt he himself had capsized in the gutter.

Because Wen Hanfei isn't a God-Demon Walker skilled in close combat; if one had to classify by profession, he should belong to the mage type.

And the traditional Japanese RPG type of mage who is weak in melee and unsuited to being closed in on.

Not him, Wen Hanfei, who would be a mage with Holy Light, Strength, and Agility maxed out point by point.

So, even having his arm broken by Tang Luo, Wen Hanfei still felt he was much stronger than him.

By the God-Demon Walkers' crude tier division, Wen Hanfei is a Fourth Tier God-Demon Walker.

But Wen Hanfei never expected that Li Jue and his wife, who likewise claimed Fourth Stage strength, would be pinned to the ground and ground down by Tang Luo, without even a shred of power to resist.

The other party had not diminished their own prestige on this kind of matter.

"He's really that strong?" Wen Hanfei asked, wanting further confirmation.

"In a head-on fight, the two of us working together are no match for him," Li Jue said. "His strength can break through my strongest defense."

Wen Hanfei fell into deep thought; he had originally planned to simply kill Tang Luo during this mission.

He never expected the feedback he got was that the other party was extremely strong; then — all the more reason to find a chance to kill him!

The resolve to kill at all costs became incomparably firm.

"Seems a bit hard to kill; we need to plan for the long term," Wen Hanfei said.

Li Jue and his wife nodded; the two of them also held an equally intense killing intent toward Tang Luo.

Tang Luo, on the other hand, basically had no thoughts at all about these people.

Strictly speaking, it is these people who have a grudge against Tang Luo, not Tang Luo who has a grudge against them.

The two are actually different concepts.

"This time we're fighting a BOSS; treat him like a mission BOSS!" Li Jue said. "Even if we abandon this mission, I want him dead."

"Same," Wen Hanfei nodded.

Several of them still had chances to fail the mission.

Among the mission rewards, an "extra failure chance" would occasionally appear; the three of them counted as lucky ones, all having obtained one before.

As for knowing full well Tang Luo was strong yet still planning to make an enemy of him and kill him, that wasn't a hotheaded impulse or overestimating themselves.

God-Demons walk on knife-edges all their lives, fighting their way up bit by bit; all three were Fourth Stage level.

This much confidence and courage they certainly still had.

The most important thing: Tang Luo's time in the God-Demon Game was far shorter than theirs.

Let him grow further, and later a single hand would probably be enough to crush them.

If they don't act now, there'll be even less chance later.

The only problem was, they thought their own strength was 5, Tang Luo's 10-15 — not an unbridgeable chasm.

But in reality…

A fierce glint flashed through Wen Hanfei's eyes: "Since we're willing to abandon this mission, perhaps we can find others to cooperate with."

"You mean the other camp?" Li Jue shook his head slightly. "Wouldn't that be too dangerous?"

"I have a less dangerous way to make contact, if we can find them first," Wen Hanfei said calmly. "I have a small trick."

"Actually, we don't necessarily have to make an enemy of him," Wei Xin couldn't help but say.

Not out of magnanimity, just wondering if the price wouldn't be too high.

"If we don't act now, later we'll only be at others' mercy," Li Jue said.

"Still depends on what the other side is really like…" Wen Hanfei murmured.

Li Qiang and the other person's opinions need not be considered; both followed Wen Hanfei's lead, trusted aides he had cultivated.

A rare situation brought about by a fluke coincidence.

And on the other side of the city, in a standalone villa, a vinyl record played classical music.

In the supremely luxurious living room, a man tapped his foot lightly to the music, eyes closed, a glass of red wine in hand, sitting on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying himself.

At the dining table nearby sat four people, three men and one woman, looking at the man on the sofa with both wariness and reverence.

The music drowned out faint sounds coming from the second floor — what seemed like laughter mixed with wailing.

After a while, two people came down the stairs.

Also two men; one was tall, a full two meters, red hair worn loose, a jacket draped casually over his shoulders, revealing an eight-pack and a powerfully built chest.

His features couldn't be called handsome, but his face was rugged, chiseled, full of charisma.

The other looked far more ordinary, the type you'd lose in a crowd.

But the four sitting at the dining table, upon seeing that man come down, all changed expression slightly; someone even shrank back involuntarily.

"You're not going to investigate the mission — what are you doing staying here?" The red-haired man's gaze swept over the four at the dining table as he spoke.

"Don't rush, Thor. The mission world is a rare chance to enjoy ourselves; we're not mission-completing machines." The elegant man listening to the music opened his eyes and said with a smile.

"Sometimes I don't even feel you have the Poseidon destiny," the red-haired man Thor said.

From their forms of address, each other's identities — or rather, the original owners of their destinies — are ready to emerge.

Thor, God of Thunder from Norse mythology; Poseidon, God of the Sea from Greek mythology!

Those two, plus that ordinary-looking man, are all members of the Gods' Alliance, and genuine high-ranking ones at that.

Whether in strength or status, both are very high.

For this mission, the other camp consists of these three, plus the four-person squad at the dining table.