Chapter 756

"What!"

Vida directly overturned the table before him.

His Monarch Bar had been raided; someone entered and electrocuted the vast majority of the God-Demon Walkers inside.

Then they left with a grand swagger.

What is this about?

This is slapping Vida in the face!

The Monarch Bar is Vida's turf; although it's not important at all, it is his turf.

It represents Vida's face!

Those people's actions are tantamount to provoking him, declaring war on him!

"Who is it! I'll flay them alive and pull out their tendons!"

Vida squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, looking at his subordinate and asking.

The one reporting the situation to him was naturally the person in charge of the Monarch Bar, also a God-Demon Walker.

Third-tier level, humanoid tank, strength not bad.

He and Vida were not members of the same squad — the gap between them was too large; he was simply a subordinate in the real world.

Of course, if by luck or misfortune they met during a mission, they would either hug a thigh or retreat three shelters (in case of mission conflict).

"Don't... don't know." The Monarch Bar's person in charge had a pale face, "The surveillance captured no relevant footage at all, but a bartender saw what those three looked like, and I've already brought him here."

True illusion arts must deceive even surveillance.

Ao Yulie achieved this point.

"Why haven't you brought him in yet!" Vida roared.

His mood had been bad for this period of time.

The reason for the bad mood needs no elaboration.

Terrifying to the extreme, standing above all God-Demon Walkers, looking down on them, the Demon Monk Tang Xuanzang had come.

Although unwilling to admit it, Vida understood that he and other God-Demon Walkers who knew the news were now as uneasy as little insects under spring thunder.

After the Dragon King docked, the Demon Monk officially landed.

Purpose unknown, current whereabouts unknown.

Yes, whereabouts also unknown; although Tang Luo and the others came through proper official channels and didn't deliberately hide their tracks afterward.

With Vida's power, if he wanted to investigate, he could still find out where Tang Luo was and what he wanted to do.

But the problem is, Vida doesn't dare!

If it were other powerful God-Demon Walkers, monitoring Tang Luo through various means and confirming his whereabouts would be inevitable.

But Vida is a special case.

He is a "remnant" of the Gods' Alliance, once one of the Twelve Main Gods; his Main God strength was weak, his presence low, he didn't even participate in real world missions.

But his high position couldn't be helped; as an enemy general, how could Vida dare to actively approach?

What if the Demon Monk's gaze swept over, thought "Huh, this person looks familiar, seems to be from the Gods' Alliance, kill him," and slapped him to death with one palm?

Where would he go to reason?

So, I can't see you, I know nothing, you can't see me either.

This is best.

As for directly fleeing, that wouldn't work either.

One, the monk can run but the temple can't; once he sticks his head out, it might instead alarm the other party.

Two, the other party came through official channels, openly and aboveboard, seemingly with a bit of goodwill release, or appeasement intent.

If they really came to kill, they'd just fly over directly and be done with it.

Not to mention the Demon Monk Tang Xuanzang, even the former Zeus and them had the ability to cross the Pacific, fundamentally not needing to rely on transportation.

Vida could only suffer in torment.

How bad his mood was goes without saying.

Soon, the Monarch Bar's person in charge brought that bartender in.

Seeing the room's mess, the bartender was startled.

At this time, Vida was instead sitting calmly in the boss's chair, casually moving his right hand; the overturned table and pile of messy things all flew back, restoring to their original state.

This is the Force!

"Speak, who are those people." Vida spoke with a tone hiding a bit of anger yet flat.

The bartender was his subordinate's subordinate; before such a small fry, he couldn't directly express his anger, but had to be like this now.

Highlighting a sense of style is the way to command subordinates.

"Among those people, there was a white-haired youth..." The bartender described the appearances of Tang Luo and the others.

"Wait! Wait!"

Vida leaped up from the chair in one go; if not for the Force pressing him down, he could have jumped straight through the ceiling.

"The white-haired youth you speak of, is it him?"

Vida opened the safe, took out a photograph.

The person on it was shockingly the youth Tang Luo, quite clear, still the Jinlan Kasaya version.

This photo came from An An's Moments, and was widely circulated under Kongming's promotion.

To avoid some ignorant kids blindly crashing into Yama's Hall.

Even more, they didn't want some idiot failing to recognize a great man, stirring up trouble.

An idiot dying doesn't matter; what if Tang Luo gets angry?

Although he had always gotten along pleasantly with Tang Luo, even now everyone could still joke with him freely.

But deep in his heart, Kong Ming had always harbored a lingering sense of dread toward Tang Luo.

It was not merely because Tang Luo's strength was too great, a dread stemming from instinct.

Even more, it was a certain indescribable intuition; Kong Ming felt that if Tang Luo suddenly destroyed this world one day, it would not seem impossible.

Why, apart from the Holy Monk, was Tang Luo's title of Demon Monk equally renowned — no, it should be said the Demon Monk title was the "greater name"?

Kong Ming's deliberate indulgence, even slight pushing, also counted as "merit" in this.

Reminding all god-and-demon walkers not to provoke him.

Although Tang Luo opened eyes to save people, sold Dao talismans, and performed life-chart surgeries, he was a demon monk.

Back to the main topic.

The bartender looked at Tang Luo's photo, nodded first, then shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Vida stared at the bartender.

The bartender said: "The looks, the white hair are about the same, but the feeling is different."

The one in the photo gives off a rather gentle, upright and peaceful feeling.

While the one from last night...

The bartender thought for a moment, and even now could not stop gnashing his teeth: "I couldn't help wanting to beat him to death, the kind where you pull out his intestines and tie them in a knot around his neck! I went at him right then, and as a result—"

"Slap!"

The bartender was slapped flying by Vida, slammed against the wall and slid down unconscious.

"Boss?" The bar manager's heart skipped a beat.

"It's fine, it's not him." Vida shook his head, "That... monk is what kind of figure? What thing is this guy, that he could make him hate so much he gnashes his teeth, and he went at him and didn't die."

The bar manager instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was also a member of the All-Gods Alliance; after the Alliance dissolved he defected to Vida.

If it really was that demon monk killing his way to the door, Vida couldn't escape, and he couldn't escape either.

"It should be someone impersonating him, playing a scheme, wanting to stir up trouble, right?" Vida said in a low voice, "You know what to do?"

"I know!" The manager nodded.

Naturally it was to spread the news, call on everyone to restrain themselves, and not fall for the trick.

"Go on, handle it well." Vida said, "Right, take the man away, it's nothing to do with him, resume normal business in a couple of days."

The manager shouldered the bartender and left.

After everyone left, Vida's calm expression instantly vanished, and he anxiously and swiftly began a series of operations.

A dozen plane tickets, a dozen different identities, different destinations.

Each one was Vida's real identity, and each one was also fake.

A crafty rabbit has three burrows; he, Vida, was going to make a run for it!

Yes, the words just now were him deceiving them; impersonate the demon monk Tang Xuanzang?

Is he tired of living? Tired of living means suicide!

No god-and-demon walker with a normal brain could possibly impersonate that demon monk.

So, the person last night was the demon monk and his... accessory!

The demon monk appears, picks his bar — what does that mean? It means if he, Vida, doesn't run, he dies.

Vida immediately chose to flee.

Settled the escape routes, and used multiple false identities to create a certain confusion.

A very real-world way of fleeing, not using any power belonging to god-and-demon walkers.

This is the most correct way.

If Vida used primal force to flee right there, he'd probably be caught up to and beaten to death by Tang Xuanzang within minutes.

Calming his mood a bit, Vida stood up, walked out of the room, took the elevator to the underground parking garage, and drove toward the airport.

Just as he had just driven out of the underground garage and was preparing to merge into the lane, he saw a black SUV drive past in front of him.

The driver, the person in the passenger seat, Vida found them slightly familiar, not very familiar.

But the white-haired youth in the back seat nearly made Vida's heart stop!

Tang Xuanzang has come knocking! And he's driving a car!

Vida stomped on the brake, watching the car ahead slowly pass; a dozen seconds felt like a hundred years.

"Go!"

The moment the car passed, Vida immediately shifted gear, floored the gas; today I'm hitting top speed, breaking the speeding record!

The engine roared, the exhaust pipe spat sparks.

At this moment, all the world's storm drains opened for Vida.

At this critical juncture, the black SUV that had just passed suddenly reversed back.

The fair-faced pretty boy in sunglasses in the passenger seat pointed this way.

Vida's heart pounded wildly.

His car was of course tinted; the inside couldn't be seen from outside.

But that was only for ordinary people.

Just as he could see Tang Xuanzang and his accessory clearly, they could see him clearly too.

The window slowly lowered, revealing that youth's exquisite face, bearing a slight maturity unbefitting his age.

"Is it him?" Tang Luo asked.

Ao Yulie took out a small notebook, compared it: "No mistake, it's this person."

Face full of excitement.

"Good." Tang Luo looked at Wida, said nothing aloud, but mouthed, "Scrub."

Wida's tiger-like frame shuddered; the car he sat in was instantly shredded, forming countless metal blades that swirled around his entire body, spinning madly, using his own body as a weapon as he lunged at Tang Luo.

Metal Storm!

This is the power of the Force!

Never having suffered such humiliation, Wida flew into a rage — even if you are Tang Xuanzang... wait, you're that demon monk?!

A final thought flashed through his mind before he passed out, and Wida knelt.

When he woke again, he was in an underground parking garage.

He lay on the cold ground, not tied up, not even injured.

"You're Wida, right?" He heard a voice come from beside him.

He bolted upright and saw Pendant Number One holding a small notebook, looking at him with a beaming smile.

Instantly his hair stood on end.

What is this little notebook? Is it the Book of Life and Death from Chinese legend? Is his name about to be written in it?

"Kongming says you are honest and solid, loyal and pure in intent, upright and balanced in conduct — is that true?" Ao Yulie asked with a smile.

Wida nodded numbly, then shook his head frantically.

What if one nod and his name appears on the Book of Life and Death?

Besides, he couldn't quite understand those words.

"Sigh, uneducated, fine. He actually meant: you, Wida, are a remnant of the Gods' Alliance, and they sent us over to conveniently kill you. But we value talent; seeing you have some use, help us do one thing, the matter's settled, we'll spare your life — how about that?"