Free Web NovelChapter 21: Chapter 21: This Unorthodox Profession
「An hour later.」
The moment Duan Fei and his group left the apartment, members of the Little Gangsters’ Gang spotted them and began to tail them.
The members of the Little Gangsters’ Gang were a motley crew. They could be the jobless wanderers of the midnight streets, the regulars in prison cells, the beggars on the roadside, the staggering drunks...
They were rooted in the lowest rungs of society, a fundamental part of Moon City’s underbelly, an embodiment of the power of the downtrodden.
While they lacked great martial prowess, unity was their creed—and their greatest Power.
Cell phones were their primary means of communication. Instructions from the Gods would be sent via phone; these commands were known as oracles.
Upon completing an oracle, the Gods would generously bestow all sorts of rewards, including but not limited to delicious food, stylish clothes, new games, and the latest issues of weekly manga.
Although a group of people was killed each time an oracle was completed, those people were enemies of the Gods—enemies of the divine.
They were antichrists, emissaries of Demons. Killing them brought no punishment, only a ticket to the Divine Kingdom.
After seeing the five enter the black market, they quietly began to gather their forces, preparing to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
Just as their forces had fully assembled, they suddenly noticed the lights of the black market flash on.
Hundreds of SUVs came pouring out. These vehicles, which should have been scrapped long ago, now looked pristine, their engines roaring deafeningly.
The windows were all heavily tinted. From the outside, one could only see darkness, making it impossible to determine who was inside.
Then, with a sudden lurch, the hundred-plus vehicles roared out of the black market, scattering onto the silent streets and beginning to roam randomly throughout Moon City.
"It’s party time!"
Alice’s voice rang out from every single vehicle—a pre-recorded message played from a phone.
Inside one of the trucks, Duan Fei had Little Fatty keep an eye on the newly confiscated phone, telling him to watch for any changes to the bounty information on it.
But fifteen minutes later, the bounty information remained unchanged. This confirmed one thing for Duan Fei: the Gods’ surveillance wasn’t omnipotent.
At the very least, their surveillance couldn’t penetrate the tinted windows to identify the occupants. That fact alone told him a lot.
"It’s probably a satellite. Or to be more precise, I suspect it’s the moon," Duan Fei said, pointing at the moon outside the window.
"I remember you said there was something wrong with the moon, right?" Little Fatty asked.
"Yeah, and now I’m even more certain. I suspect the Gods live on the moon and use it to watch this place. But let’s put that aside for now. It’s time to go invite the City Lord to our party!"
"Long live the party!" Alice screamed maniacally from the driver’s seat. "I love parties! Let’s rip out our enemies’ intestines and use them as ribbons for the Christmas tree!"
Watching the crazed Alice, Little Fatty muttered, "I think this game is seriously insane."
"You haven’t seen Alice at age eight," Mary said with a helpless sigh. "She was even crazier back then."
"...What a terrifying world."
While the other vehicles created chaos and drew away all eyes, the truck Alice was driving sped toward its target.
What was the tallest building in Moon City?
One didn’t even need to ask. Everyone who entered Moon City knew the tallest building was the Moon Tower.
It stood a hundred meters tall—the place where the City Lord went to hear the teachings of the Gods, and also where the City Lord lived.
Statues of the Gods stood in the plaza outside the tower. The ten-meter-tall marble figures displayed the Gods’ mercy, while their blurred faces hinted at their inscrutability and Divinity.
But soon, there would be no statues left.
The rampaging SUV slammed directly into the statue’s base, sending it toppling forward. It crashed right in front of the Moon Tower, smashing the main gates wide open.
Alice, her head still bleeding, crawled out of the vehicle, spat out two broken front teeth, and bellowed to her equally injured companions, "Awesome!"
"I’m starting to get really worried about Alice’s future," Little Fatty said, clutching his bleeding leg.
Duan Fei whacked Little Fatty with his crowbar, then pointed toward the inside of the Moon Tower. "Get up. Time to get to work."
Yanking open the back of the truck, Mary jumped in and dragged out a motorcycle.
Besides the motorcycle, Mary hauled out a massive cache of weapons and began strapping them all over her body.
Covered in weapons, Mary was a female Terminator. Her rippling muscles, combined with the arsenal she carried, gave off an unprecedented sense of security.
At that moment, the guards at the entrance finally reacted.
They raised their weapons and charged the group. A burst of gunfire instantly riddled Mary with bullet holes, but Duan Fei immediately knocked the bullets out with a swing of his Crowbar.
It was just as Duan Fei had said: as long as you were still breathing, you couldn’t die.
The pain and blood stimulated Mary’s nerves, sending the terrifying woman into a frenzied roar.
The enraged Mary gripped a cumbersome, handheld heavy machine gun, ejected casings raining onto the ground. A storm of bullets poured out, turning the swarming guards into mincemeat.
Then, she turned the gun on the main entrance of the Moon Tower and began to fire wildly.
In that moment, she was not fighting alone!
The enemy’s assault was nothing before Mary. Pinned down by her suppressive fire, the guards didn’t dare raise their heads. The consequence for doing so was being turned into a pile of mush.
Even when they dared to return fire, their accuracy was appallingly low.
And even if a stray shot was lucky enough to hit its mark, Duan Fei, taking cover behind her, would just whack her with his Crowbar to restore her Spirit, and she would immediately resume the attack.
Mary single-handedly annihilated the Moon Tower’s guards. The one-sided slaughter lasted a full ten minutes, ending only when the captain of the guard raised a white flag, crying out, "We surrender!"
"Tch, worthless trash," Mary said with disdain.
Cuihua stared blankly at Mary, whose burly figure resembled the Namo Gatling Bodhisattva. He typed into their chat, "If she weren’t an NPC, I think I’d be in love."
"Your tastes are pretty messed up, too!" Duan Fei sighed helplessly.
Kicking aside the guard captain, who was crying like a twelve-year-old girl, the five of them rushed into the Moon Tower and made for the top.
Although the guards at the entrance had surrendered, it didn’t mean the City Lord had lost all means to resist.
The guards inside the Moon Tower were elites, and far more dutiful.
The narrow corridors were ill-suited for Mary’s fighting style, but now it was Cuihua’s time to shine.
And for this very moment, Cuihua had made special preparations.
He had gotten his hands on another Baguette!
Seeing Cuihua dual-wielding Baguettes, Little Fatty was aghast. "Why are you using Baguettes again?! Before, you could say it was because you didn’t have a proper weapon, but what about now?"
"Chef..."
"Are you calling me an animal?"
"No." Cuihua switched to the chat. "My Profession is Chef. Using food in combat gives me a melee bonus."
Staring at the line of text, Duan Fei and Little Fatty were both left speechless.
’What kind of screwed-up Profession... is that?!’
