Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1080: Chapter 1078: Dragon Summit Inn (Part 2) Chapter 1080: Chapter 1078: Dragon Summit Inn (Part 2) Gerard led the team, so Kelson also went to support the conflict with Yasui?

Fu Qian still had a vivid impression of that hot-tempered blue-haired Demigod.

But this sounds no less significant than the event at Angel Dungeon, and neither he nor Sibyl were present, which naturally leads one to think that this moment should be after the confrontation between Siren and Yasui.

Even if they didn’t go together, after Sibyl’s will was violently twisted by Yasui Tokiyuki, it was quite normal for him to be called in to maintain order at the scene.

As for the other group, also clearly hierarchical and disciplined, though consisting of new faces, their identity wasn’t hard to guess—they were the Ji Family, Siren’s main competitor in the Wasteland.

And their leader, Angui the Demigod, was also absent.

It was rare to come here, and neither of his close friends were available to catch up with, truly a regrettable matter.

“Thank you!”

After his moment of reflection, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate and took his seat as invited.

“How should I address you?”

Gerard’s polite phrase was spoken without any sincerity, his smirk barely hiding as he looked at Fu Qian.

At the same table, there were two others who now wore the same expression.

Clearly, everyone in this small shop wouldn’t believe that someone walking in at this moment would be concerned about the cost of drinks.

Faced with such a suspicious character, as one of the strongest organizations present, this greeting was clearly intended to figure out his background.

This somewhat impolite inquiry could even be bluntly rephrased—Who are you? What are you here for? Spill the beans!

“Lu Ming!”

Taking a sip of the drink passed by someone nearby, Fu Qian answered very crisply under their scrutiny.

Lu Ming…

Gerard slightly frowned, squinting as he studied Fu Qian’s face.

It was apparent that he found it difficult to associate the name with the figure before his eyes to make any meaningful connection.

Including those who were now all ears, recently Old Master Lu of Rebirth Club may have risen in fame, but with many Transcendents around, people wouldn’t normally think to equate an interrogation subject to a Demigod.

Just like Demigods don’t usually worry about whether accommodations are free.

“So Mr. Lu, what brings you here so late?”

Despite his doubts about Fu Qian’s name, Gerard didn’t seem to mind much, continuing with a feigned smile.

“Maintaining world peace.”

In no more than a second, Fu Qian’s response was as swift as eating peas.

…

Within sight, one next to Gerard already looked at him with an inquiring gaze, the intent clear—Should we deal with this uncooperative character more harshly?

“Such grand ambition!”

Yet, Gerard indicated to keep calm, his eyes now focusing on Fu Qian’s right arm.

From the moment he entered, Fu Qian’s right hand had been kept in his pocket consistently, even when passing the drink, he used his other hand.

“What’s wrong with Mr. Lu’s hand?”

Noticing such suspicious behavior, Gerard quickly expressed his concern.

“A bit inconvenient.”

Fu Qian still responded very naturally.

“But no worries, I’m used to using my left hand as well.”

Heh…

Gerard’s deep laughter echoed.

“Mr. Lu is indeed lucky today, not only was he invited for a drink, but there’s also someone here who excels in treating various injuries.”

…

Under the bright moon, a cold wind slipped through the cracks.

Inside the Legendary Small Shop, due to the uninvited guest claiming to be Lu Ming, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

The pressure that had been building due to the long wait seemed to find an outlet, and the patrons became noticeably more spirited.

A newcomer bearing original sin, directly confronting the strongest force—there was nothing more relieving and lively than this.

And at this moment, what Gerard implied was that you must show your hand.

“You might have misunderstood my expression earlier.”

Regrettably, amid the many expectant gazes, the uninvited guest Lu Ming did not show his hand, but rather gave a cold smile.

“What I said about my right hand being inconvenient isn’t due to any injury, on the contrary, as a top-tier boxer—my right hand is faster than my left.”

Fu Qian’s words carried an air of looking down on all the heroes in the world.

“And because of this, every strike draws blood…”

What is this mess? And what the hell is a boxer? Has a madman barged in here in the middle of the night?

Complaints aside, as the leader of this mission, Gerard was not so naive.

A madman couldn’t possibly have entered this depth of the Wasteland unscathed, and though it’s hard to determine his exact ranking, this man’s strength was definitely not weak, or else he wouldn’t be in such a hurry to test it.

At the same time, he subconsciously glanced towards the other end of the room, only to see several tables of the Ji Family forgetting to drink, watching the scene unfold with keen interest.

For a moment, Gerard was not annoyed but rather felt slightly relieved.

“No matter, I was just wanting to see what you’ve got, otherwise just drinking seems too bland.”

As he spoke, his companion beside him already understood and grinned nefariously, his hand already donning a dark iron glove.

Certainly not willing to lose composure under the provocation of a madman, Gerard wouldn’t give the other party any more chance to be arrogant.

“Do you really want to see?”

It turns out, no matter how seemingly deranged on the surface, one couldn’t reach this place without being formidable.

Sleeve-draped maverick Lu Ming, faced with such explicitly aggressive body language, finally took on a serious expression.

“So be it!”

The next moment, still not wanting to lose momentum, he heaved a long sigh and slowly pulled his hand out.

You know what’s good for you!

Though the opponent was stubborn, he finally complied, and while Gerard inwardly sneered, he also closely watched the opponent’s movements, not allowing any room for oversight.

Likewise, the patrons who had been kept on edge did almost the exact same thing, even the blonde proprietress was brimming with excitement, not at all worried about her business being ruined.

Under the full attention of everyone present, Fu Qian’s clenched fist finally rested on the table.

The audience couldn’t hide their disappointment for a moment because at first glance, compared to the left hand, there was no notable difference to support the bold declaration of ‘every strike draws blood.’

Could there be something in the palm?

Those with nimble minds began to speculate.

Regarding such thoughts, Fu Qian seemed quite conscientious and without waiting for urging, slowly opened his clenched fist.

“Trouble!”

However, just at that moment, the back door of the shop was violently pushed open, and two figures rushed in shouting.

“Look…”

Instantly clenching his fist again, Fu Qian winked at a stunned Gerard.

“Didn’t I say it draws blood?”