Chapter 755: You Close the Door, I Mock, He Discharges Electricity

Xize Prefecture, "Gotham City".

A fairly prosperous city; its original name was naturally not "Gotham" — the reason it had this nickname was because the public security of this prosperous metropolis was not very good.

Moreover, under the condition of poor public security, it still maintained considerable prosperity.

This is very Gotham.

This is one of the cities where Western gods and demons walk and gather in North America; roughly twenty percent of North American Western gods and demons walk, settle, and live here.

And gods and demons from other places often enter this city.

In this city, they have various channels to find colleagues and gain a sense of belonging.

To a certain extent, gods and demons walking in this city are protected.

The true rulers of this city are also a group of powerful gods and demons walking.

They constructed the order belonging to gods and demons walking within this city.

Monarch Bar.

A rather domineering name, opened at a relatively edge position of the city, looking somewhat dilapidated, like a place in a road movie where truck drivers rest and stir up trouble.

And this dilapidated bar implements a membership system.

Two burly men guard the bar entrance; non-members of Monarch Bar are not allowed entry.

There have already been not a few drivers with sturdy builds, or who thought themselves sturdy, who believed they could enter, resulting in broken legs, even broken spines and being thrown out.

Now, Monarch Bar no longer has foolish outsiders wanting to enter.

But this does not cover up its liveliness.

Outside the door, quite a few vehicles are parked, all varieties, from trucks to heavy motorcycles.

Entering the bar's main entrance, there are two paths, leading left and right respectively; one is a standard nightclub mode, the other is quiet rooms.

The nightclub needs no explanation; it is a place for numerous gods and demons walking to relax.

Underground, a fighting arena is also set up; if one wants to vent, they can find like-minded people to come here and battle and kill.

The quiet rooms play only soft music, with individual booths, providing a place for gods and demons walking to discuss business and trade.

Gods and demons walking can also directly purchase from Monarch Bar's people or propose purchasing whatever they want.

Monarch Bar can satisfy most needs of gods and demons walking — as long as they can pay enough "money".

In this city, there are still several places similar to it.

In terms of specifications, Monarch Bar can even be considered lower-middle tier, seemingly inconspicuous.

But the owner behind it is one of the five people controlling this city — Vida.

Vida was once a member of the Gods Alliance, and moreover one of the Twelve Olympians.

Now, this identity has been thoroughly discarded by him, treated as a taboo that cannot be mentioned.

Whoever dares mention it is his enemy!

The Gods Alliance has long sunk into the dust of history, but Vida is still a powerhouse with strength and influence.

With him as Monarch Bar's backer, naturally many capable veteran gods and demons walking gather here.

However, this place's threshold is relatively low, so many newly born gods and demons walking also come, making it a mixed bag.

Night, a black SUV stops at Monarch Bar's entrance.

Three people get down from it.

A white-haired youth in casual wear, a snow-white little beast perched on his shoulder.

Behind him are two men in black, wearing sunglasses in the dead of night, extremely pretentious.

Seemingly bodyguards or the like, only neither looks much like one; one reveals skin fair and pale, just half a face enough to stun.

Exquisitely handsome, not short in height, but looking slightly frail.

The other's build is more like it, just his belly is a bit big; looking at that belly, he doesn't seem like a bodyguard at all, rather like a boss.

Needless to say, naturally it is Tang Luo and his four disciples — Sha Wujing transformed into Buddhist beads worn on Ao Yulie's wrist.

"This is the place."

Tang Luo walks at the very front, leisurely pushing open the half-closed door and entering.

The two bodyguards outside the door treat the three of them as invisible.

These two are ordinary people; Kong Ming's data mentioned this; Ao Yulie casts an illusion technique, easily deceiving them.

But inside Monarch Bar, it is different.

Everyone, including the bartender and waitstaff, are gods and demons walking.

Yes, even the service personnel are.

So, don't think just because you're a god or demon walking you can get cocky.

Some ignorant gods and demons walking have been pinned and ground into the floor by the bar, waitstaff, even the toilet-scrubbing auntie, not once or twice.

Of course, it's not that these waitstaff are all formidable, and belong to Vida behind Monarch Bar.

Aside from a few key positions, most are temporary part-timers, and their strength varies high and low, cannot be generalized.

Only those who act definitely have considerable strength.

From the side, this sets off Monarch Bar's "unfathomable depth".

And today, the unfathomable Monarch Bar is going to meet with tragedy.

"Master, where do we start?" Ao Yulie, wearing sunglasses, excitedly rubs his hands together.

"Let's start this side." Tang Luo walks toward the quiet rooms.

Passing through the corridor, pushing open the door, soft quiet music drifts out.

Several dozen gods and demons walking can be seen, in twos and threes, either sitting or standing.

Behind the bar counter, the bartender leans lazily against the backrest, face tilted to the sky, nostrils pointed at the door, not caring in the least about the entering guests.

The bartender was naturally a seasoned god-demon walker of considerable skill, with no need to smile at every customer.

Pouring your drinks is your honor!

"Not many people, forget it, close up." Tang Luo scanned the room.

Zhu Bajie turned around, closed the swinging door behind him, and locked it.

This action stunned some god-demon walkers for a moment, then they laughed.

Is there really a newborn calf daring to court death at the Monarch Bar?

Some god-demon walkers also had their expressions change slightly, frowning.

They did not recognize Tang Luo's identity.

If it were Tang Luo's former adult appearance, or if he appeared in his original form wearing a brocade kasaya or pure glass robes.

Even without remembering his appearance, some god-demon walkers would certainly recognize him.

But now Tang Luo appeared as a youth, without a brocade kasaya, his blood-stained clothes fluttering.

Naturally, they could not recognize him.

His white hair could barely be considered a mark, but among god-demon walkers, let alone white hair—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, all colors exist.

White hair alone is basic.

They frowned because of the other's Eastern face.

Know that, in the East, precisely speaking, the Huaxia god-demon walker forces are vast.

Besides those top-tier powerhouses, there are also new-generation powerful god-demon walkers sprouting like bamboo shoots after spring rain.

These new-generation god-demon walkers lack the steadiness of the older generation, being ambitious.

Fortunately, when these new-generation ambitions erupt, they misdirect their aim, targeting their predecessors.

Later……later, nothing happened.

Otherwise, who knows—maybe god-demon walkers are now fighting each other.

The real world would not be a safe haven either.

At this moment, suddenly an Eastern-faced god-demon walker appeared—what does he want? What does it mean?

The bartender no longer looked down on people with his nostrils; he gazed at Tang Luo, vaguely feeling a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere—no, it seemed he had heard of him.

Before he could recall.

He heard the white-haired youth laugh: "Don't be afraid, you won't die, please relax, everyone."

"Pfft, hahahaha!"

A god-demon walker burst into laughter, laughing so hard he couldn't catch his breath.

It's not easy to laugh like that on purpose to spite the enemy.

"Do you know what place this is?" After laughing, the god-demon walker asked.

"Trash."

Tang Luo's words made this person's laughter cut off abruptly, he jumped up: "What did you say!"

"Don't get angry." Tang Luo said, "I'm not targeting you—I'm saying, everyone here, all of you, are trash."

Mocking skill fully activated!

"Ahhhhh!"

A group of god-demon walkers became enraged, as if the white-haired youth before them were their lifelong enemy, wishing to rush forward and personally tear his throat out, devour his heart.

No, not just wishing.

While shouting in anger, all the god-demon walkers in the quiet room had already rushed out.

Their minds filled only with the thought: "Beat him to death, beat him to death."

"Truly impressive." Ao Yulie sighed, raising his hand to unleash a palm thunder.

The lightning flashed in the quiet room, and on the ground appeared a group of fully black-haired afro-headed figures, smoke rising from their bodies.

They looked severely injured, but in fact nothing serious—at most a bit of pain, and they fainted.

Saying it and doing it, they won't die.

After doing this, the three people and one beast walked to the booth and sat down.

Waiting for the skill cooldown to pass.

"Left, change place." The mocking skill recovered, the three stood up and walked toward the other side's "nightclub."

Here it's different.

The music shook the ears, demons danced chaotically, the entry of Tang Luo and company went completely unnoticed.

Until they three came to the DJ booth, taking over the DJ's position.

Tang Luo reached out, intending to turn off the noisy music, he stared at a pile of buttons, dazed—should he press which one? Or should he push this entire row all the way down?

After thinking for 0.01 seconds, the clever Tang Luo had a plan.

He reached out and pressed one button—the passionate, noisy music stopped abruptly, and he smashed the entire control panel to pieces.

Only a microphone remained, also unusable.

But it doesn't matter—Tang Luo doesn't need a microphone.

The music stopped, and all the god-demon walkers in the room turned to look at Tang Luo.

"Don't be afraid, you won't die." Tang Luo said, this is something that must be said.

To avoid causing everyone's misunderstanding.

We truly are not here to kill people, just to practice a skill, so don't be afraid, you won't die.

How thoughtful.

After saying that, without waiting for these people to understand what it meant, Tang Luo spat out brilliance: "Stare at me, you bastards."

Mocking without restraint, no fixed words needed.

For this, Ao Yulie specially prepared a 《Lane Dominance Manual》 for Tang Luo before coming.

Guaranteeing Tang Luo can speak with eloquent brilliance.

To complete the 《Lane Dominance Manual》, Ao Yulie went to a place called Zaun to obtain scriptures; although his parents were not there, he still verbally slaughtered millions of ancestors.

For a long time afterward, Tang Luo no longer needed to worry about vocabulary.

Lightning flashed.

All raging gods and demons walking were utterly defeated.

A burnt smell permeated the air.

Everyone got a uniform hairstyle, the afro—except for the buzz cut and bald.

You close the door, I mock, he discharges electricity.

The master and disciple cooperate seamlessly.

"Good, go to the next target."

Tang Luo waved his hand grandly, heading to the next target.

Actually, there are still many omissions, but Tang Luo is too lazy to seek them one by one.

Coming here to practice skills, isn't it just for quick convenience?