Choosing a Location

Heaven knows how powerful Bai's Ghost Hand were; anyway, once the Xuan Gui was thrown, the giant beast spun around like a coin until it was dizzy Xuan Gui before finally crashing to the ground.

Even so, the Xuan Gui continued to slide across the ground due to inertia, crushing a group of trees before finally coming to a stop.

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The giant beast shook its head, unable to get up for a moment, but at that moment, a whooshing sound echoed through the forest.

Then a ballistic missile fell from the sky.

The Xuan Gui finally regained consciousness at the last moment, and with a whoosh, it retracted its head into its shell.

Immediately afterward, the missile exploded with a deafening roar, and a ball of orange fire expanded and rose, spreading out Shockwave that caused the surrounding trees to bend low like wheat.

The missiles came from the Hyperion Heavy Mortar mounted on the ' White Dragon '.

After successfully landing the attack, Luo Yan maneuvered his mech forward, raising its shield.

Suddenly, a plume of pale green smoke shot out from the flames.

Xuan Gui! Poisonous Fog!

Just as the spray was about to hit the ' White Dragon ', an invisible barrier suddenly appeared in front of the mech.

Luo Yan glanced back and saw that Kang Shun's mecha 'Judge' was changing hand seals.

After raising the 'empty wall', Kang Shun formed another hand seal, and instantly chains of Primal Energy appeared in the air, wrapping around the head and limbs of the Xuan Gui and fixing it in place.

Meanwhile, Dugu Changxin's mecha "Flying Lightning" wielded the silver spear "Dragon Gall".

It rushed towards the Xuan Gui at lightning speed.

' Flying Lightning ' still retains the design of an ancient fierce general, but with some changes, the most obvious being the gold-devouring beast arm armor on both arms.

Clearly, this mech has been upgraded.

In an instant, ' Flying Lightning ' rushed to the side of the Xuan Gui.

The silver spear ' Dragon Gall ' was swung with great force, pressing out an arc. The spearhead, like Jiaolong breaking through the stream, made a clanging sound that lasted for a long time.

The entire spear transformed into a blurry streak of light, striking the Xuan Gui's head, smashing the giant beast's head like a watermelon smashed by a single blow.

With a bang, it shattered, and flesh and blood shot into the air along with the force of the spear, guided by the invisible energy, vaguely outlining a dragon's head.

Combat Skill: Dragon Raises Head!

After slaying the giant beast with a single shot, the lights from the engines and energy nodes on ' Flying Lightning ' finally dimmed.

The mech turned around, picked up its gun, and passed by ' White Dragon '.

Luo Yan chuckled in the driver's seat.

There was no response to Dugu Changxin's veiled provocation.

With the disappearance of the Jambu Realm Space in mid-air and the absence of new behemoths, the Undercity has weathered another crisis.

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Blues bar.

"Another one!" Yan Wenbo shouted, patting the bartender's shapely buttocks, prompting Kang Shun to cough repeatedly in acknowledgment.

"What's wrong? Shouldn't we relax and celebrate after winning a battle?"

"Don't you think so, Luo?"

Luo Yan sat to one side, with juice in front of both him and Bai?

He doesn't drink alcohol, and Bai doesn't like beer.

Looking at Yan Wenbo's dark circles, Luo Yan worried that the captain might accidentally kill him while drinking.

Yan Wenbo glanced back at Luo Yan: "Don't worry, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm perfectly healthy."

"I may look a bit weaker than you young people, but in fact, I'm much more resilient than you."

"If you don't believe me, ask my women. They cry and beg me to let them go every night."

"Right, Ah Hong?"

He looked at the female bartender.

Ah Hong spat, "Bullshit! He spends half a day bothering me, but it only lasts a minute. If I hadn't begged him to hurry up and get it over with, he probably would have bothered me all night."

"Hahaha."

The nearby Mech Master burst into laughter.

A blush crept onto Yan Wenbo's pale face, but he still stubbornly insisted, "But you still begged me, didn't you?"

"This doesn't count as a slap in the face! It doesn't!"

The Mech Master started to jeer.

A hint of a smile appeared on Luo Yan's indifferent face.

He looked around again.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up.

Some ideas started popping into my head.

A few days later, in the evening.

Wearing a cloak and carrying the ' Huanlong ' on his back, Luo Yan pulled the hood up to cover half of his face as he walked through the dusty and filthy night market.

Not far from Zeng Shan's home, on the narrow, rough streets, people walked with their heads down, hurrying past the thick smoke emanating from hot pot restaurants and barbecue stalls.

In the cold, dark alleyways, one can occasionally see red skirts and white legs, and hear soft, seductive whispers and laughter.

When Luo Yan stopped, he was standing in front of a dilapidated little shop located in a narrow alley, only three or four meters deep.

This is a music and record store, dimly lit, with a dusty stereo piled up and various records casually placed on the shelves.

An old-fashioned record player, dating back to my grandfather's generation, is playing a song by Xu Xiaofeng. Amidst the song, which is more than half a century old, an old man is dozing off behind the counter.

Outside the small shop, there was a piece of paper with the words "Prime Location for Sale" written in large characters.

Then footsteps sounded.

Luo Yan turned around and glanced back.

Wen Zou, Wei Junyi, and several members of Team 7 appeared one after another in the dim light in front of the audio-visual store.

"Team leader."

Wen Zou said with a smile, "This is the little shop I told you about. See if it meets your requirements."

A few days ago, Luo Yan was inspired and decided to start a bar business to cover his identity and manage the power of the Xuanming Team 7.

So after Wen Zou and the others arrived in Guangling, they were sent to this no-man's-land to find a suitable shop.

Luo Yan nodded and went inside.

Wen Zou followed, while the others, led by Wei Junyi, dispersed into the surrounding shadows.

Upon entering the store, Luo Yan discovered that it was much larger than he had imagined.

With its spacious interior, it's perfect for opening a small bar after renovation.

Moreover, it's located in an alley, so it won't be too conspicuous.

So he nodded.

He indicated that Wen Zou could go and negotiate the price with the shop owner.

Wen Zou understood, walked to the counter, and coughed a few times while clenching his fist.

The old man behind the counter opened his eyes blankly and said haltingly, "What... would you like...?"

Wen Zou put on a smile, "Grandpa, are you selling this shop?"

The old man was hard of hearing, so he stretched out his ears and shouted, "What did you say?"

Helpless, Wen Zou could only shout, "Hey, are you selling this shop?"

Before the words were even finished, someone outside the door shouted, "What are you turning around for?"

"This shop is for ' Black Finger,' you two, get out of here."

Get as far away from me as possible!

Luo Yan turned around and glanced at him indifferently.

Seven or eight men entered from outside the door, each with their middle fingers stained black.

No man's land

Dragon Snake of all sorts of people, from all walks of life, with numerous gangs.

Luo Yan had anticipated this.

Seeing this so-called ' Black Finger ' wasn't too surprising.

He turned around and casually picked up a record to look at.

Among those men, the leader narrowed his eyes and reached out to grab Luo Yan's shoulder.

"Dude, you're a bit out of touch."

"Didn't your mother teach you to look at the person speaking?"

Before he finished speaking, a crimson light appeared before his eyes.

Then an arm fell to the ground.

Wen Zou appeared beside them at some point, his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, holding a bloodstained dagger in his hand.

The fake Taoist priest smiled and said, "I'm sorry, my husband doesn't like to interact with strangers."

"Tell me what's on your mind."

P. S.: My fever has subsided today, and I feel pretty good. I don't have a cough or sore throat, but my back muscles are sore and I feel a bit weak. Luckily, typing doesn't require much effort.

This thing is incredibly contagious; one person in my family falls ill every day. Thankfully, they all recover after a day in bed.

Everyone should be careful. Even after you recover, avoid exercise and focus on rest and recuperation.