Chapter 508: Go, Mount Tai Seal… F*ck, wrong target! (1/2)
Chapter 508: Go, Mount Tai Seal… F*ck, wrong target!
Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu
”Even when it comes to demanding the payment, we are professional!” the man wearing the leather armor said complacently.
Song Shuhang, Yu Jiaojiao, Li Yinzhu, and Chu Chu looked at this magnificent scene of 'demanding one's payment' that was taking place right in front of them.
How could one say it… well, this world was truly unpredictable!
No one knew what might happen in the next moment!
Perhaps one was in heaven a second earlier, and they would end up in a h.e.l.l a second after… just like the two disciples of the Limitless Demon Sect who were the ones doing the hunting a moment ago but turned into prey a moment later.
However, it was precisely the impossibility to predict the future and the myriad possibilities lying ahead that made life so beautiful and colorful.
”This is life!” Song Shuhang sighed with emotion.
The only thing he lacked now was a good cup of tea to sip on.
Yu Jiaojiao said regretfully, ”It was quite unfortunate. They s.n.a.t.c.hed away our prey.”
”Actually, I think that it was a pretty good thing. I get the feeling that we would have been involved with this scene too if you had made your move earlier,” Song Shuhang said with a smile.
Moreover, they didn't know if the two disciples of the Limitless Demon Sect had helpers or not.
Yu Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and said, ”Since there is nothing else to do, let's be on our way. We are pretty close to the moon already.”
”Agreed +1,” Li Yinzhu said.
”Agreed +2,” Chu Chu also said via secret sound transmission.
”Agreed +3.” Song Shuhang stretched out his hand while wearing that c.u.mbersome s.p.a.cesuit and waved it.
There was a 'driving force formation' engraved on the s.p.a.cesuit that allowed Song Shuhang to freely move in s.p.a.ce. Since Song Shuhang couldn't ride a flying sword, he would only be able to casually float in s.p.a.ce without this driving force formation.
Using his silver dragon puppet would consume spirit stones, and the current Song Shuhang was completely broke. Therefore, he could use the puppet only at critical times.
Just as Song Shuhang operated the formation and prepared to leave, that man wearing the leather armor turned his head around and waved his hand at him, saying, ”Kid, which sect do you belong to?”
”I'm not from the Limitless Demon Sect,” Song Shuhang said hurriedly and waved his hands. He didn't want them to go after his spirit stones as well. He was a poor wretch without any stone at this time.
He had to hope that the opposite party could read his lips… moreover, he had to learn the secret sound transmission skill as soon as possible. It was too troublesome to communicate with others without that.
The man wearing the leather armor brightly smiled and said, ”That's a given. It only took me a glance to determine that you weren't a person of the Limitless Demon Sect. Like I said, we are professionals when it comes to demanding payment!”
”...” Song Shuhang said, ”I'm a loose cultivator. I don't belong to any sect.”
”A loose cultivator? Good luck, little brother!” After hearing that Song Shuhang was a loose cultivator, the tone of the man wearing the leather armor became much kinder, and he even called him 'little brother'. After all, everyone knew that the life of a loose cultivator was very difficult.
After saying this much, he stretched out his hand and gave Song Shuhang a metal card.
Song Shuhang reached out and grabbed the card. After a quick look, he discovered that there was a metallic flower carved on it, as well a golden ox-head below.
Huang Guanhua, leader of the 'Heavy Metal Squad'. Code name: Taurus.
We are a squad specialized in bodyguarding, escorting, treasure-hunting, demanding the payment of debts, and so on. We are the most professional experts on the scene.
Telephone number: *******, WeChat ID: *******, Email: *******
Is this a business card?
”Little brother, if you need something, remember to contact us! We are professionals, in every sense of the word!” The man wearing the leather armor gave the thumbs up with a complacent look on his face.
”Ahaha, sure, sure.” Song Shuhang forced a smile. Soon after, he operated the 'driving force formation' on the s.p.a.cesuit and quickly fluttered toward the moon.
As they were leaving, they could still hear the screams of the two disciples of the Limitless Demon Sect. Of course, it was nothing more than an auditory hallucination, because their screams couldn't possibly travel through vacuum.
A squad specialized in demanding payment…?
Song Shuhang put the business card away. Perhaps if the remuneration was good and the pay was on time, he could happily cooperate with this squad of muscular men?
”Those were some scary professionals,” Yu Jiaojiao summarized.
Song Shuhang nodded in agreement and asked, ”Jiaojiao, did you leave a mark on that pitch-black flying sword in the end?”
”Don't worry, it was a success,” Yu Jiaojiao said with a smile. ”The mark I left is well hidden, and I can guarantee that the opposite party won't find it.”
Song Shuhang was relieved… those fifteen muscular men didn't seem like those demonic cultivators that completely disregarded the lives of humans. From the looks of it, they would release the two disciples of the Limitless Demon Sect as long as they got their spirit stones back.
If that was the case, those two disciples of the Limitless Demon Sect would surely look for something, or someone, to let out their pent-up anger.
Song Shuhang felt that he was a pretty good outlet to release their anger...
If the two disciples of the Limitless Demon Sect were to successfully shake off the fifteen stout men, there was an 80% probability—if not higher—that they would look for Song Shuhang.
Therefore, he had to prepare against them.
Thus, he told Yu Jiaojiao to leave a mark on the flying sword so that it could act as a signal. If the two disciples of the Limitless Demon Sect were to chase after Song Shuhang's group, they would be able to detect them and prepare for the battle.
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Twenty minutes later.
Song Shuhang relied on the 'driving force formation' engraved on the s.p.a.cesuit and slowly headed toward the moon together with the s.p.a.ce capsule.
Just as he was fluttering, Song Shuhang thought of something. He was thinking of that burgundy gourd.