Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 326 - 155 President, The Storm is Approaching_2

Chapter 326: Chapter 155 President, The Storm is Approaching_2

’The post you were trying to view has been deleted for violating the forum rules!’

’The accounts of both the person who made the post, as well as the one who provided them with an invitation code, have been banned simultaneously!’

’Please take this as a warning and value your own accounts, dear forum members!’

These three phrases, displayed in huge red letters, dominated the blank page.

The person who made the post must have been a survivor from the Dragon and Beauty Bar last night.

Speaking of which, I should be the one who is most familiar with that crazy maid by now, right?

The taste of the maid’s red lipstick still lingered on my lips.

Actually, if you think about it differently, this pair of white silk stockings is essentially a ticket to see the crazy maid, isn’t it?

If I ever run low on Meteorite Coins, I could sell a bunch of tickets and gather those who want to see the crazy maid.

Of course, life and death are predestined, and I am not responsible for what happens.

Lin Baici casually searched for the other six great unsolved mysteries.

They were the librarian, the postman Ma Long, Heaven Cinema, the Black Knight, the wandering merchant, and the Headless Bride.

Among them, posts related to the Headless Bride were the most numerous.

Lin Baici couldn’t help but snicker, wondering what kind of demons and monsters frequented the source forum.

This XP system of yours is obviously flawed!

Lin Baici clicked into the help section.

The price for the post asking how to activate the urinal had gone up, but Lin Baici didn’t plan to answer; maybe if he let him stew a little longer, the price might go up even more.

The post he had responded to about ’guessing the meaning of the pattern,’ although not yet settled, had its request time reduced to a week.

But Lin Baici wasn’t in a hurry to get his hands on such a small amount of money.

Lin Baici looked at the ID of the person who had made the post, Praise the Sun, and speculated that they would likely post similar requests for help, but he didn’t plan to answer any more.

As a person, one must know to hide one’s capabilities.

...

In Gaul, on the outskirts of Paris!

Inside a villa.

A middle-aged man, smoking a cigarette, furrowed his brows as he held a phone to his ear with his left hand.

Suddenly, the call connected.

"Is the matter resolved?"

A robust voice came through.

"Uncle Nine, can you tell me what you really want to do?"

A gemstone-green ring adorned the index finger of the middle-aged man’s left hand. In the unlit room, it twinkled with a mesmerizing hue.

"Hehe, what’s the matter? Feeling constipated and in a bad mood?"

Uncle Nine teased.

"The two guys I sent to investigate Lin Baici are dead!"

This middle-aged man was the leader of Lost Coast, nicknamed Black Sea God. He couldn’t help being furious; the death of Mechanical Tuna was one thing, but Shen Fujiang was a close friend for ten years, a subordinate he trusted implicitly, and now he had died in Haijing.

"Oh!"

Uncle Nine responded nonchalantly.

"That’s your answer?"

The Black Sea God strove to temper his anger and not to shout because, on the other end, Uncle Nine was not only a major client but also the master of the Nine Dragons Hall in Harbor City—a formidable overlord capable of calling the wind and summoning the rain.

"Old Black, the dead cannot be brought back to life, take comfort."

Uncle Nine offered his consolation.

"Go to hell!"

Black Sea God could not hold back any longer. Although he was fierce and ruthless, he treated his subordinates well, and Uncle Nine was being somewhat disrespectful.

"Don’t beat around the bush with me, tell me what’s really going on with Lin Baici? I’ve already sent people to Qiantang to find Ma Yuan, and he said the clay god puppet is destroyed, so why are you still not letting this go?"

Uncle Nine knew he couldn’t keep hiding the truth, and he still needed Lost Coast for some dirty work, so he came clean: "He got his hands on a piece of God’s bones!"

"What?"

Black Sea God was stunned, followed by realization: "Was it hidden inside the clay god puppet all along?"

No wonder Uncle Nine wanted the Taboo thing.

Black Sea God had been puzzled; the object seemed unremarkable, and yet Uncle Nine was willing to pay a high price for Lost Coast to get involved. Now it made sense.

The Nine Dragons Hall in Harbor City was under close surveillance by the Jiuzhou Security Bureau. If they made a move, they would immediately attract attention, but if Lost Coast got involved, it wouldn’t arouse as much suspicion.

If it wasn’t for Lin Baici’s unexpected interference, the piece of God’s bones would already be in Uncle Nine’s hands.

Thinking of this, Black Sea God’s expression became resolute, deciding to make the trip to Haijing himself.

This was, after all, a piece of God’s bones.

It was worth taking a risk.

Since God’s ruins first appeared thirty years ago, most of the contained God’s bones were mere tissue structures, long inactive.

But these original God’s bones were different; they were said to still be alive, seemingly because they originated from a primordial deity.

In any case, these bones were far more precious than ordinary ones.

Black Sea God understood that Uncle Nine, the master of Nine Dragons Hall, was telling him this great secret with no good intentions. But the temptation was big enough to make the trip worthwhile.

If worse comes to worst, I will mobilize the entire Lost Coast.

"Bring me back the original God’s bones, and the commission I promised you, I’ll multiply by ten!"

Uncle Nine suggested.

"Okay!"

Black Sea God agreed and hung up.

Whoever believes his words is a fool.

From now on, it’s every man for himself.

As for you, Lin Baici, for killing four of my men, I will let you know the consequences of crossing the Black Sea God.

Black Sea God made calls to his crew, instructing them to gather in Haijing.

Take advantage of this National Day,

Time for a big move!

...

In Buenos Aires, at a seaside villa.

A short-haired, middle-aged man, shirtless, sat on the couch. After putting down his phone, he picked up the puzzle blocks from the coffee table and continued assembling them.

Crow’s feet marked the corners of his eyes, and his hair was salt-and-pepper, but it didn’t make him look old. Instead, the narrow, phoenix-like eyes added a rugged charm to this mature man.