I Am Your Natural Enemy

Pei Tugou, though a bit too murderous, generally delivered killing blows whenever he struck. If ropes were involved, escape was unthinkable—the outcome would invariably be deadly.

These days, he'd been cultivating his character, restraining his murderous aura considerably. Moreover, not wanting to create a bloodbath at his own doorstep, his self-control was quite remarkable.

But just by seeing Old Meng, Pei Tugou felt he could barely hold back. The more he looked, the more Old Meng's wrinkled face seemed to contort and merge into two characters. Profiteer. With another twist, it turned into Deadly Trickster.

When Old Meng smiled, the wrinkles on his face seemed to form the words "path to death."

In any case, no matter how he looked at Old Meng, he found him extremely unpleasing to the eye, remarkably so.

Only when he'd have Old Meng hanging from a streetlamp would he suddenly feel everything harmonizing.

Old Meng came rushing out late at night, all CLANG and BANG. Does his daughter not have school tomorrow? Does his son not need sleep? He'll wake up the old lady, and she'll sit on the balcony to sneak a smoke!

Pei Tugou appeared right away, materializing on a pillar. The secondary reason he refrained from killing Old Meng outright was because of Old Meng's demeanor—he looked like he was fleeing a disaster and had no other choice.

The main reason was that Wen Yan had stored quite a few Gold Bars with Old Meng, and killing him would mean a significant loss for Wen Yan.

Wen Yan was also fuming. "Old Meng, are you kidding me? Making such a ruckus in the middle of the night—you want everyone to know, don't you?"

You bastard, throwing the Devil's Body on the ground like that—you really want others to think this has something to do with me, don't you?

「On the other side, Gauss was lying by the window, watching from a distance.」 He sniffed the air, imitating his colleagues enjoying the show.

Because he sensed an extremely unpleasant aura that Old Meng had brought with him.

Moreover, a Dark Creature was quietly hiding, even trying to escape amidst the chaos.

Could he let the culprit escape?

He didn't fully understand what had happened, but his first instinct was to ensure secrecy; he knew that much, at least.

Muttering a Spell, he blew a breath. This summoned fog to envelop the sky, hiding the moonlight and any potential satellites. It also led any pedestrians who might approach to divert elsewhere.

By exerting just a bit of pressure on the cowering Dark Creature, he didn't dare to move anymore.

The Little Bat hiding under the glass coffin was nearly scared to pee. The strongest being he had ever seen didn't exert such pressure.

This natural domination, coming directly at the Soul level, was even stronger than bloodline repression.

He wondered if the mysterious merchant had taken him through the Void and plunged him into a Demon King's lair.

Already too frightened to run, he froze when he saw a being whose body seemed ablaze with an internal Sun approaching. At that moment, the mysterious merchant's eternally straight and somewhat arrogant back suddenly bent, and his face drained of color.

The Little Bat lay there, not daring to move an inch.

Even as the person drew nearer, feeling as if he were about to ignite, the bat remained still.

After all, his situation couldn't be worse than falling into the hands of the Church.

"Old Meng, what the hell are you doing! What's the meaning of bringing this ghastly thing to my place?"

Old Meng hurriedly took out a box and packed the glass coffin inside. This glass coffin absolutely could not be caught by any camera or satellite within the Divine Land.

"I'm fleeing for my life; it's truly not intentional. The Church's sick bastards deployed a Professional who could lock down space. On top of that, eight Angels unleashed a Curse to kill me. Managing to escape was sheer luck."

"Hmm? So that's your excuse for leading them to my doorstep?"

"Rest assured, when I fled, I didn't choose a specific direction or coordinates. I was lost for over an hour, and none of them dared to chase after me."

Wen Yan, with a grim face, pointed to the ground.

Old Meng turned his head and saw that after the glass coffin was packed away, a black bat was hiding underneath the remaining scattered items. Its eyes were wide open, staring at them, immobile.

Old Meng felt darkness before his eyes, nearly spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

Done for.

If it were just for escaping, using Wen Yan's place as a coordinate wouldn't bother Wen Yan too much. There would always be a way to explain it, offer a small gift as an apology—it probably wouldn't be a problem.

But bringing strangers here too... this would be impossible to explain.

"Hear me out..."

"No rush. Take your time. Once you've concocted your story, made it flawless, and convinced me, then I might persuade my older brother not to kill you."

On the side, Mole Cricket, grinning wide with its tail wagging like a fan eager to cozy up, got kicked away by Wen Yan.

The trembling Little Bat couldn't help but shudder.

He knew very well that Mole Cricket was the recently transformed Three-Headed Evil Dragon, fawning to such an extent.

What kind of Demon King's territory was this?

As Wen Yan walked toward him, the little shivering bat prostrated himself, speaking in fluent English with a dense Fog accent.

"Oh, exalted being, please allow the lowly Vampire John to offer you the utmost reverence."

"What's this guy saying?" Wen Yan frowned, only half-understanding.

"He's kissing up to you," Old Meng translated.

"Cut the nonsense, just kill them all and be done with it." Pei Tugou was growing impatient. Between Old Meng and these Demons, none were good news; killing them all would settle it once and for all.