Chapter 266 Wanna Fight? Wanna Fight?

Right now, causing a ruckus is no problem, but it’s best to keep the number of people involved small. Otherwise, it could easily blow up, and besides, you might end up alarming the snake while hitting the grass.

So after some discussion, it ended up being just Ling Mo, Xia Xinyan, the Fatty, and Monica who set off for their destination.

Monica was simply there to watch the show, while also serving as their last line of defense—though in reality, there shouldn’t be anyone capable of taking down Ling Mo and Xia Xinyan now. Still, it’s better to be safe than sorry; they were leaving the base to go on a mission, and if things went sideways, who knows what could happen?

Xia Xinyan had never thought of herself as invincible. Sure, she might be able to take a breather in a dungeon, but in reality, she wouldn’t let her guard down, even against an ordinary person.

Because in reality, if you die, there are no second chances.

Of course, Tianji might bring her back to life again, but she wouldn’t dare to gamble on that.

Even if she could be reborn, who knows what she might turn into next time?

Besides, she didn’t have the energy to start a third version of herself.

As for the Fatty, although he hadn’t gained any abilities in real life, since they were going to smash up a place after one of their own got bullied, he felt he had to lend a hand—two hits with a brick would suffice; at least it would be satisfying.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.

Bai Yu had also advised against it, but unfortunately, he couldn’t be swayed.

Ling Mo, however, didn’t say much. One, he was confident he could protect the Fatty, and two, Monica was there too.

He just wasn’t sure if Monica would lend a hand if the Fatty got into trouble. After all, she was now part of the Chicks, and considering their time together, there should be some feelings involved, right?

Of course, he also wasn’t certain if Monica even had “feelings”—he still wasn’t sure if she was actually human.

But he remembered the first time he asked Monica if she was human, she snapped at him.

Cough, got sidetracked.

The location mentioned by those earlier members was in the alley behind the Turing Bar in New De District, which was quite a distance from where they were, but the Fatty and the others found themselves at a garbage treatment facility in New De District, not far from the trouble spot.

New De District is a corner of the old neighborhood, and because the management is relatively loose, it has gathered a lot of unusual figures. Long before the “Realm of Divine Presence” appeared, this place was already referred to as the “Street of Scoundrels” by the older generation—back then, improvements were hard to come by, and now, in this era, it has only become more chaotic.

And the Turing Bar is the largest bar in New De District, mostly frequented by thugs.

The members who got injured earlier had uncovered a message online that seemed to relate to a new force in the area called the “Fire Cloud Cult,” and they were currently investigating someone named Qiangzi within that force.

Qiangzi was your standard thug, uninterested in games, and having gotten into “Realm of Divine Presence” late, his strength wasn’t remarkable. Besides, he hadn’t brought any abilities into reality. However, he got lucky with a cousin in a high position in the force, which elevated his status and made him more brazen.

They caught wind of Qiangzi because a few days ago, he happened to overhear some girls talking about Ling Mo, saying they wished they could find a boyfriend who was as manly as him, and thus his show-off mentality kicked in. He boasted in front of everyone that Ling Mo was all just a show; if they ever fought, he could pin Ling Mo to the ground with one hand.

He also emphasized that he had seen Ling Mo’s true abilities, claiming that his tough persona online was merely a facade.

Putting together the information they had gathered in New De District, the members deduced that the rumors about Ling Mo in that area were likely spread by the Fire Cloud Cult, prompting them to plan further contact to investigate the matter.

However, before they could take action, they were hit with a surprise attack.

So now, Ling Mo’s plan was simple: first, to find Qiangzi and let him really try and pin Ling Mo to the ground, and then have a friendly chat about it. If Xia Xinyan’s suspicion was correct, it wouldn’t take long for those who had attacked to show up on their own.

And even if they didn’t show, they could still trace the roots back.

In short, leading up to the next God of War Cup, they had to leave those guys with a little gift in return.

Based on their current investigation, Qiangzi was quite fond of the Turing Bar, almost living there 24/7; if he wasn’t there one day, he’d probably be out playing with girls. So, the first destination for Xia Xinyan and her crew was this bar.

As the saying goes, “Better to be lucky than early”—the moment the four stepped into the bar, the next second, they heard a loud voice coming from the bar counter:

“Ling Mo? Ha! How many times have I told you? That guy is just fooling around with you clueless lot; anyone who knows can see that he’s just a weakling, unstable on his feet and weak in his punches, full of openings. He’s just impressing you girls! I’m telling you, if that Ling Mo stands in front of me, I can make him call me Daddy on the spot!”

The four turned to see who was speaking, and it was none other than Qiangzi, surrounded by a crowd of people, boasting away.

He seemed to enjoy it, and seeing no one speak up, he continued to shout, “What? Don’t believe me? Come on, is there anyone here brave enough to fight me? I’ll show you how a real fight is done—don’t worry, I won’t use my full strength, and if I happen to break a few ribs, I can afford it. Anyone dare?”

Nobody in the crowd said a word.

After all, no one knew if he really had the skills, and even if some did know his background, they were certainly aware of the force behind him. To those thugs rooting here, the Fire Cloud Cult had clearly become a god; no one would be foolish enough to fight the son of a god—whether you win or lose, you’d probably end up dead.

Seeing everyone silent, Qiangzi became more excited: “Hey, this is getting boring. Who was just bragging about that so-called Ling Mo? Wasn’t he supposed to be badass? Didn’t you say I’m just boasting? Why is no one speaking now?”

After a pause, he suddenly pointed at a guy with glasses in the crowd: “I remember you were the one saying it, right? Come, you fight me!”

Instantly, the glasses guy was terrified: “I’m not! I didn’t say anything! Please, Big Brother, it wasn’t me!”

Qiangzi burst out laughing: “What a coward! Just a random comment can scare the piss out of you; are you still a man? Alright, I won’t pick on you—who else wants to say something? Step up and fight me!”

“Alright, I’ll fight you.” Out of nowhere, Ling Mo’s voice rang out.