Chapter 897: Chapter 564: Concert and... Gathering Storm_2
The man continued forward, once again passing several corners to enter a new alley.
A sudden burst of fire erupted from a nearby shop.
Boom!
The next moment, three young lads who appeared to be in their teens stumbled out in a panic, their bunny ears curled together, faces grimy as they staggered away.
A burly figure stepped out of the shop, looking like a crimson tiger, covered in fur, glaring with golden eyes, with a striking black symbol on his face.
"You bunch of punks, you dared ask me to pay protection fees? Who do you think you’re dealing with?"
"Take a good look, this is our territory, Feather One gang’s turf, scram back where you came from!"
The Tiger Man glanced at the even taller man passing by, then shifted his gaze, spitting towards the direction where the three fledgling extortionists escaped.
"Come back and I’ll finish you next time!"
The man did not stop walking, continuing forward.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at the entrance of an unremarkable bar, the neon sign inscribed with the meaningless words "" buzzed faintly.
The man placed his hand on the heavy iron door.
Creaaaak—
The rusty hinge, weather-worn from perennial rainy seasons, emitted a piercing sound.
The next instant, dim yellow lights came on, accompanied by a smell mixed with cheap alcohol, sweat, vomit, and animal pheromones.
Open 24/7 and tucked away in a remote location, it’s impossible for the bar to have the Advanced District’s modern air purification cycle system.
Nevertheless, despite it being almost noon, the bar was still bustling with chaotic energy.
Those drinking here were mostly not regular employees but the so-called "street people."
A burly man with hard horns and a ring on his bull nose seemed a bit tipsy, grappling with a tall thin man whose arm had morphed into a sharp mantis-like bone blade.
There were no signs of mediation from those nearby, instead, they egged them on—anyhow, without using skills, no one would get killed.
In the corner booth, a few "brokers" with chameleon-like scales covering their skin were engaged in secret talks with clients, occasionally flicking their tongues. Nobody could hear what they were saying, as interference devices blocked Spiritual Power and Ether on the table.
At that moment.
Behind the bar, a bartender with a lower body made of giant octopus tentacles skillfully mixed drinks of various colors for different customers with his eight incredibly dexterous arms.
The tall man expertly navigated through the chaotic crowd, arriving at an inconspicuous corner of the bar.
Sitting there was a figure dressed in black and red attire.
Even his head was covered, wearing a metal faceplate that made him resemble a "Ninja" straight out of TV fantasy shows, appearing equally mysterious in his cloak.
The Ninja sat there calmly eating a bowl of udon with codfish, glancing at the man who sat beside him.
The man tossed several hundred-dollar coins onto the bar.
"A glass of Marl·drink."
A glass of pungent industrial alcohol concoction was promptly slid in front of him.
The two sat silently side by side in that quiet corner.
Opposite them, on the side of the bar, was a small shrine, over one meter tall, a reddish-brown color, meticulously cleaned, with a deity statue inside—a fish-headed, human-bodied figure wearing a black hat, fish eyes glimmering eerily.
—It was the shrine of [Yisaburo Daimyojin], a local patron deity.
Ruyue City’s proximity to the sea meant deep aquatic roots, making them locals.
Influenced by this, even the later Beastmen worshiped it, and rumors say there’s a shrine outside the city where divine phenomena occasionally appear.
Fresh fruits placed as offerings in front of the deity.
In Ruyue City, non-polluted food and daily consumables are rare commodities, always shipped from other areas, even if they aren’t Spiritual Materials.
Such sincere offerings indicate the owner is likely an elder rather than today’s youths, who see gods fading away, merely strong Spirit Beasts and Magical Beasts.
The man gazed at the shrine’s [Yisaburo Daimyojin], then sipped his drink, turning to the Ninja, speaking words to him unheard by others.
"After thrice continuously intercepting Beast tides with Beast Kings, what’s the injury status?"
The Ninja’s hand slipped udon beneath his mask’s inscribed "Nin·Kill," his unchanged actions, yet a chaotic, murderous Will clearly emanated from his shadow:
[Manfred, neither old man nor Fujikido is so fragile...]
"There is no need to worry."
A steady voice also echoed from under the Ninja’s mask, eyes of a man named Fujikido showing a warrior’s resolve.
"Naraku cooperated with me using the Mystical Technique of ’Tea Ceremony Breathing’, it’s not that easy to die."
"Before witnessing Arasaka Group’s downfall and exacting revenge... I refuse to cross the river Sanzu no Kawa’s other bank."
The man, referred to as Manfred by [Naraku] the Possession Type Magical Beast, nodded slightly:
"Is that so, that’s good."
He quietly admired the murky, pungent liquid in his glass, speaking again: "The day after tomorrow is the best opportunity."
"The organization is prepared, stationed along the scheduled route. We’ll act amid the chaos tomorrow."
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