Holy Fist
Chapter 504 - 253 Generous Remuneration, Ghost Mask Probe_2

Chapter 504: 253 Generous Remuneration, Ghost Mask Probe_2

Bai Xiao muttered to himself, weighing the pros and cons of the entire situation.

Finally, he came back to his senses and looked at Yao Qing, who was full of anticipation, and said,

"I agree with you."

"Time, place, target, give me all the details."

Yao Qing, relieved, showed a slight smile.

"As for the time, are you free tomorrow night? Let’s get familiar with the situation first, and probe the arrangement of the Eternal Sleep Sect. As for actually taking action, that probably won’t be for another two or three days..."

Bai Xiao thought for a moment and felt that it was manageable. The Dark World fighting competition would proceed to the fourth round tomorrow, with the last sixteen and last eight battles. The day after tomorrow would be the fifth round, the semi-finals and finals. In two or three days, the competition in the Eastern division would have ended. He could make some time to act freely.

He said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Yao Qing immediately said, "As for the location of the Eternal Sleep Sect, it is near East Sea City. The target I want, we can talk about during tomorrow night’s exploration, the specifics are a bit complicated..."

"Okay."

After agreeing, Bai Xiao looked directly at Yao Qing and said,

"Make sure my reward is prepared in advance."

"Also, remember to have Mo Yun Group headquarters issue me a mission. Just assign any combat mission, consider it as me taking two benefits at once..."

He hadn’t forgotten that his fighter career still had skills that hadn’t reached Perfection, and he was just a little short of extracting potential points.

"No problem with the reward."

"For the combat mission, I’ll have someone under Chairman Lin issue it when the time comes. They will provide the maximum points possible within the scope of the mission."

Yao Qing agreed readily.

He stretched out his hand casually, hovering in mid-air.

Bai Xiao shook hands with him, indicating a pleasant collaboration to come.

The two sat in the booth and had a few drinks, then left the Firefly Bar.

...

Near the bar, on a street only lit by dim lights at the intersection,

two figures, one tall and one short, quietly walked towards the distance.

The heavy footsteps echoed along the street, the night sky hazy above, and small black insects flitted up and down in the green belt beside, bringing a sense of secluded loneliness.

"Tap!"

Suddenly, Bai Xiao stopped, standing still.

"What’s wrong?"

Beside him, Yao Qing slightly turned his head, asking with a puzzled face.

Then, from the dark shadows ahead, the sound of hard leather boots stomping on the ground rose, followed by the tall figure in a black trench coat slowly emerging. Beneath the coat, like armor, was black leather lining. His hands slightly drooped, covered entirely with black leather gloves.

The man was tall and slender, and his face was covered by a green and red mask.

The ferocious Ghost Mask, neither gold nor wood.

It was unclear if it was because of the moonlight shining on the mask, but the entire Ghost Mask was constantly changing in the hazy shadows, now angrily baring its fangs, now sadly drooping, now crazily laughing.

The only constant were the two black pupils beneath the mask.

Dark and deep, like bottomless whirlpools that could swallow all light.

His long hair flowed like a waterfall, exuding a sense of mystery and fear.

Yao Qing’s eyes faintly emitted a misty green light, the dreamlike magnificent color. He directly stared at the man ahead and instinctively initiated hypnotism. However, the next second, Yao Qing looked terrified as if struck by lightning. He suddenly saw, from the shadows behind the masked man, a horrifying smoke-emitting copper giant stepping out heavily. It was as tall as a two-story building, covered densely with spike-studded black chains, stained with mottled blood, especially around the head.

The entire face was replaced by a bloodied, gaping hole.

Black blood flowed continuously from the hole. It seemed like layers upon layers of shrill screams of agony from Hell were incessantly emanating from within.

"Ah!"

Yao Qing was startled, as the black smoke giant had already charged forward.

"Screech!!!"

The next second, the piercing cry of a Bird Call shattered everything. All he could see were huge overlapping wings blocking all sight, carrying away all the darkness and fear as if they never existed.

Yao Qing regained his senses and saw a burly strong man standing in front of him. He didn’t turn back, his voice thunderous,

"You go first..."

"I’ll have a chat with an old friend."

Yao Qing’s heart raced wildly, and he immediately nodded. He quickly retraced his steps back, and just as he was about to leave the street, he glanced at the two towering figures confronting each other in the darkness, feeling an overwhelming terror colliding.

It seemed as if there were two monstrous creatures in the darkness, revealing fierce blood-stained fangs.

"What a terrifying aura..."

"That must be Bai Xiao’s enemies, definitely not friends!"

In the dimly lit alley, under the shadows of the houses.

"We meet again, Bai Xiao." Ghost Mask completely blocked the way, his large black cloak fluttering with the wind, as if surrounded by tendrils of dark mist.

A terrifying aura surged from him, like successive tsunamis crashing down.

"If you’re here to avenge Si Yu, then let’s get on with it."

"Heh, I’m always ready..."

Directly opposite, Bai Xiao stood firm with his robust physique like a towering wall radiating intense heat, nonchalantly blocking the momentum of the imaginary sea waves extending for dozens of meters. A faint cold smile appeared on his lips.

"No."

Unexpectedly, Ghost Mask shook his head. His dark gaze slowly fixed on Bai Xiao, saying, "Actually, we are the same kind of people."

"You’ve also trained in Fear Secret Technique, haven’t you?"

Ghost Mask slightly squinted his eyes, not sure if he was smiling or scrutinizing, sizing up Bai Xiao’s reaction. However, Bai Xiao remained impassive, his facial expression and emotions unchanged.

"So, what do you want?"

"Trying to invite me to join your Crimson Ghost Face Organization?"

Bai Xiao’s gaze was indifferent, showing no interest whatsoever.

Ahead, Ghost Mask shook his head: "I can feel it, the Fear Secret Technique you’ve cultivated is not of a low level. Even the Blood City Giant Monster that emits despairing demonic aura couldn’t take advantage of you, that’s not something ordinary people can achieve..."

"Between you and me, we can at most consider ourselves equals."

He chuckled, then said, "I’m here to clear up a misunderstanding. My subordinates, eager to make a name for themselves, may have been a bit rough in their ways when inviting talents. I’m here to apologize on their behalf, that’s not the method or intention of the Ghost Face Organization..."

Bai Xiao chuckled coldly, he did not believe that Ghost Mask was just here to resolve a so-called misunderstanding. Combining this and the previous time together, Ghost Mask had used Fear Secret Technique to test him twice, obviously with other motives.

Ghost Mask glanced at Bai Xiao, who was non-committal, and slowly stepped aside.

He moved into the dark shadows to the side, and spoke.

"A momentary conflict doesn’t mean anything."

"Perhaps, in the future, we might have a chance to cooperate..."

Ghost Mask’s voice grew fuzzier and eventually completely disappeared. His arrival was abrupt, and his departure left no trace, somewhat nonsensical.

But, Bai Xiao, stood silently on the spot for a full half minute.

"No matter what he intends..."

"Meet force with force, adapt as required."

He stepped forward, his massive body slowly entering the shadows of the alley.

Time passed in a flash, from moonset to sunrise, arriving at the next day.

Golden rays of dawn pierced through the thin clouds, passing through the clear glass windows, landing on the soft carpet and white bedding of the bedroom. Within the narrow beam of light, one could faintly see dust swirling and floating like little bugs.

"Whoosh."

The bathroom door was pushed open, and a robust figure stepped out.

He picked up the platinum-colored combat suit from beside his bed and dressed in it completely.

Then, he strode out of the room, heading towards the downstairs hall.

August 17th, morning.

The Eastern Dark World Combat Tournament, Round of 16, began!

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