I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 198 You must be having trouble using electricity, right?
"Boss, it seems we are too late. The gunfire has stopped."

A young man holding a rifle spat out the cigarette in his mouth and looked towards the battlefield in the distance where there was no sound anymore.

"Boss, Boss? What's wrong with you, Boss? There are two Asians coming towards us, should we?"

"Shut your fucking mouth, I'm not blind!"

Tucker growled and shouted back his men who were eager to try.

"If you don't want to die, then stand right here! And keep your fucking mouths to yourself!"

The younger brother was confused after being scolded without knowing the reason, but he didn't dare to say anything more and retreated timidly.

From beginning to end, Tucker's eyes never left the old man and the young man in the distance who seemed to be out walking their dog.

That extremely vicious man was now like a rugby star taking his father out for a walk, walking nonchalantly on the street where a gunfight had just broken out.

Tuk's blessed body even allowed him to smell some blood that had not yet dissipated, and sense the terrifying ferocity and brutality in the other person's body, like that of a prehistoric beast.

Cold sweat slowly seeped out from his forehead, then slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

This underworld boss who had been powerful in Florida for many years began to try hard to search the memories in his mind. He didn't know why the other party knew him, nor did he know how he had offended this great man.

Yes, Tucker subconsciously thought that Lu Wenwu came to find him specifically and set a trap for him.

Otherwise, how could the other party call out my name so accurately?
But in reality, if it weren't for the message from Lord Destiny that Tucker was the target they were looking for, Lu Wenwu probably wouldn't bother to pay attention to a little Karami like him.

There is nothing noteworthy about a guy who has overdrawn a little life in exchange for a little ability through magic.

He couldn't even be called a transcendent who had crossed the threshold, he was just slightly stronger than an ordinary person.

Because of this "superpower", his life span was drastically shortened to only a few years.

Poor Mr. Tucker himself may not even know that with his current physical condition, which he thinks is at its peak, he may not even live to be forty, let alone the longevity he has always dreamed of.

Lu Wenwu stood in front of Tucker and asked with a smile: "Mr. Tucker, this is our first meeting. Aren't you going to invite us to visit your gang headquarters? I just happen to be in need of a driver. How about you driving?"

Before Tucker could say anything, a teenage black man next to him jumped out and pointed a pistol at Lu Wenwu.

"Hey you bastard, are you tired of living? How dare you talk to my brother Tucker like that?"

The cold sweat on Tucker's back soaked his vest in an instant, and his mind buzzed and went blank.

Who gave you the courage!

How dare you talk to this devil like that!
Lu Wenwu glanced at the little black guy and chuckled.

To Tucker, that laughter was like a precursor to the devil's wrath.

If you anger this terrifying demon, you will be doomed.
"boom!"

The pistol exploded without any warning from the barrel to the magazine. One of the exploding bullets strangely violated the laws of physics and blew a bloody hole directly between the little black man's eyebrows.

This scene made dozens of black men around stunned, and a sense of fear quietly spread in their hearts.

"This young man, being young is good, he falls asleep right away."

Lu Wenwu said the most sinister words in the most relaxed tone.

"It seems like you are envious of his sleep quality? Don't worry, I will help you. Friends who often die should know that blacking out and losing strength are normal phenomena, so don't worry too much."

Before he could even finish his words, before the gang members could even shout out, they all collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Lu Wenwu mobilized his mental strength slightly and crushed their souls.

Maomao was very sensible and spat out a stream of fire.

Under the licking of the strange black flames, the corpses, along with the guns in their hands and the bloodstains on the ground, were instantly reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

"Mr. Tucker, you haven't answered my question yet."

Tucker, who witnessed everything, was almost scared to death.

Without seeing any movement from the other party, he easily took the lives of dozens of people!

What's even more frightening is that.
No one around noticed this!
He clearly saw that many of the curtains in the surrounding buildings were lifted up a little, and many people were peeping at what was happening on the street.

But those people seemed not to have noticed the tragic scene here, and they were still hiding behind and watching with great interest.

"Welcome, welcome, my lords." Tucker forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. "My lords, please follow me. I will drive you there."

"Well, lead the way."

Lawrence Lu raised his chin, and Tucker very attentively led the two of them to the car they had driven over.

A large-displacement American muscle car, a brand that Lu Wenwu had never seen before.

In fact, apart from the most famous ones, he doesn’t recognize many car logos. This guy doesn’t drive or like to play with cars, so it’s impossible for him to recognize them.

In the car, Tucker didn't dare to play any tricks at all. He drove carefully and fearfully, not daring to try to be clever.

At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he had just become a gang member and was driving for his boss.

He wanted to ask the names of the two big guys in the back seat.

But when he thought of the dozens of his subordinates who were silently wiped out, he gave up the idea in a cold sweat.

As the old oriental proverb says, less is worse than more.
I hope these two big guys are just here to look for my eldest brother, and don't want to have anything to do with me. I still have to fulfill the oracle of the Supreme God of Light and work hard to complete the mission in exchange for eternal life.

He has come into contact with the legendary super powers, is on the path to becoming a god, and is the protagonist in the movie!

I must not die!
Tucker's suffering didn't last too long.

With his superb driving skills, it took about forty minutes for them to drive from the suburbs to the city center and stopped under a skyscraper that looked to be dozens of stories high. Most of the people passing by were white.

To some extent, this is probably an American characteristic.

The further you go into the city, the more dangerous it is. Neighborhoods with more whites and Asians are relatively safe.

On the contrary, the suburbs are less likely to be affected by the atmosphere of freedom because there are fewer people.

Even wealthy black people are not happy to stay in neighborhoods with a large black population.

Family members know their own business best!
Just like what is written in an old joke.

They call themselves big brothers all the time, wear gold and silver and act like second-rate gangsters. All they do every day is fight and brag. That is not gangsterism.

That's the lowest kind of idiot, at best a small-time gangster.

What kind of underworld is this that is truly ruthless and eats people without leaving any bones behind?

He wears a suit and tie, drives a luxury car, and wears a famous watch. His small gold-rimmed glasses make him look like a decent person. One glance at him will tell that he is an outstanding entrepreneur and a good public servant.

This is the case for the vast majority of people in this building.

Tucker obviously knew what headquarters Lawrence Lu was referring to, and he took the two of them directly to the company's headquarters building.

In front of such a strong man who could withstand bullets with his body, he really didn't dare to play any tricks at all.

Tucker handed the car to the doorman for parking. With a respectful smile on his face, he led the old man and the young boy past the security guard who looked very tough.

These are not the guys who can only guard the gate, but real gangster thugs. One side of his waist is stuffed with a bulging bag, so he can have a free gun fight anytime and anywhere.

"Sir, would you like to go to the lounge to rest for a while, or..." Tucker asked in a low voice after entering an internal elevator and closing the elevator door.

"There's no need for that. Take me to the fourth underground floor." Lu Wenwu said with a smile.

Tucker's pupils suddenly shrank, and his right hand on the elevator button froze.

There is no B4 mark on the elevator plate. How did this scary guy
"Sir, we are here." Tucker tried to struggle.

B4 is their real core area, and on weekdays it is a place of worship that only the real core believers like them can go to.

If the boss and the Supreme God of Light find out that I have brought outsiders here without permission, I will definitely die!
"You mean you don't have B4 here, right?" Lu Wenwu still had that smile on his face.

"I"

Tucker's Adam's apple moved up and down and he swallowed.

"Since there isn't one, forget it."

Lu Wenwu smiled and shook his head, his eyes suddenly becoming compassionate.

Before Tucker could let go of his anxiety, his heart was suddenly blown up by the reverse flow of blood, causing his aorta to rupture and his lungs to choke on blood, causing him to die.

He was completely relieved.

The process is just a little painful.

"I hate liars the most. Be careful in your next life." Lu Wenwu waved his hand, and Tucker's body disappeared without a trace.

Also disappearing was the base underneath the elevator.

The opened position revealed a dark elevator shaft below, leading directly to the B4 floor.

During the descent, Lu Wenwu casually asked, "By the way, you really don't know how to search souls?"

Lord Fate was immediately furious: "How many times have I told you that I am a righteous cultivator! Soul searching is something that only ancient magic cultivators can do! I can only use their souls for divination!"

"You are such a wimp! How come a great immortal can't even search a soul?"

"Is it possible that you can?"

"I can't either. I can only destroy souls."

"Isn't that okay?"

"But you are an immortal, and I am not. I cultivate my body."

"Immortals are not omnipotent, okay? Besides, I am a righteous cultivator! Can't you mention something else?"

"You can't understand the sword manual."

"I am the Lord of Destiny, the immortal who controls the avenue of destiny. Why should I understand the sword manual?"

"The immortal who controls the avenue of destiny doesn't know how to search souls. What a loser."

"I&%...&*...&—￥%#￥%...! You￥...&￥%*!"

"Anxious."

B4 floor.

Compared to the area above, the area here is not that big, only about half the size of a normal floor, and it is so dark inside that you can only barely see things.

But the floor height here is more than five meters, and the room as a whole is hemispherical.

It's like an upside-down bowl is pressed at the bottom.

On the hemispherical wall, there is a lifelike carving of a brilliant starry sky, which is exactly the appearance of the solar system and its surroundings.

The blood-red sun relief in the center casts rays of afterglow.

The dark light shone directly on the huge statue in the center of the room, which was more than four meters tall.

Judging from the shape and appearance of the statue, it is an enlarged version of the statue of the Great Heavenly Venerable, and is exactly the same as the smaller statue in the hands of Lu Wenwu and the Lord of Destiny.

The leader that Tucker had been thinking about was kneeling devoutly in a magic circle drawn with blood, with his hands clasped together and his forehead touching the ground.

There are five more similar magic circles, which are drawn symmetrically with the statue of the Great Celestial Lord as the center, forming a hexagram symbol.

But what was surprising was that in the other five magic circles, the bound and unconscious people were actually five blond-haired and blue-eyed Western cultivators!
Although his cultivation is not strong, at most he is just a mortal who is not much stronger than ordinary people, he is also a real cultivator!
Around the magic circle, a group of magic practitioners in black robes chanted the name of the Supreme God of Light in unison, uttering mysterious and obscure magic words.

The next moment, a hexagram magic circle took shape in the house, bursting out with a fierce red light.

The three unconscious cultivators suddenly melted in the center of the magic circle, and their flesh, blood, and the essence of their cultivation gradually flowed along the drawn patterns into the body of Black Boss.

"Roar!"

A beast-like roar was heard.

The black boss's already burly figure became even more sturdy, with muscles bulging on his body and blue veins wriggling like a dragon.

Soon, this change ended and everything returned to calm.

The black boss, who had become as strong as a bear, slowly stood up, with a fierce red light in his eyes. Although the aura on his body was extremely complex, he was completely firmly established in the realm of the extraordinary.

"I feel the power bestowed upon me by the God! This is a power beyond that of mortals!"

"Congratulations, you have officially become one of us. Eternal life is in sight..."

A black-robed man who had previously presided over the magic circle spoke hoarsely, and his voice was like two broken magnets scraping against each other.

Absolutely top-notch bubble sound, very magnetic.

"I would also like to thank the Lord for bestowing me with divine power. In the future, I will dedicate more piety to the Lord and wish to ascend to the throne of eternal life with my colleagues."

The black boss bowed in the direction of the black-robed man and touched his chest, completely unaware of the black-robed man's disdain hidden in the shadows and darkness.
It’s no wonder that the man in black robe was disdainful.

The black-robed man is a genuine ancient magic cultivator, at the peak of the human rank, and about to enter the earth rank.

As for this gangster boss?

Haha, it’s just a flesh and blood war puppet created by evil secret methods in order to facilitate resource collection.

How dare a mere ant talk about eternal life?
It's ridiculous.

Just as the leader of the black-robed men was about to say a few polite words and continue to paint a rosy picture for the black boss, a loud bang suddenly exploded in the sacrificial room.

The door, which was half a meter thick and strong enough to withstand a nuclear explosion, was kicked open by someone and turned into a twisted ball of scrap metal.

A large mass of heavy metal, carrying large chunks of reinforced concrete, flew into the sacrificial chamber at an extremely fast speed.

The gangster boss, who was just immersed in the joy of becoming a superhuman, had not yet cooled down from his excitement when he was blown into a ball of meat by this sudden disaster.

The expression of disbelief still remained on the face that was not hit.

Combined with the protruding eyeballs that are unique to black people, it looks a bit funny.

Through the door that was violently kicked open, a tall and strong man walked in with a smile.

He looked around, then looked at the leader of the black-robed people and asked, "Excuse me, is it difficult to use electricity in your area? Why don't you turn on the lights?"

(End of this chapter)