Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

With that, the commander took off running back as if fleeing.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Xu Zu and the old lady quickly followed.

Chapter 830 You are...!

It was already closing time.

But the other five little monsters paced anxiously inside the bar.

Upon hearing the sound, the red television set immediately looked towards the gate.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, she immediately smiled and said:

"You're finally back! We were so worried about you!"

The commander approached the five little monsters, sobbing, "Woof! Shu-Weng... Shu-Weng doesn't want us anymore, waaaaah!"

Upon hearing this, the little monster of spades jumped up and mocked:

"Hahahaha! What nonsense are you spouting, you stupid dog? With your pathetic little brain... hey, you think you can fool us?"

The commander quickly shook his head:

"Woof! It's not fake, both managers saw it too...!"

"Shu Weng... Shu Weng left with that bad guy who came to the bar last time. She doesn't want to stay here anymore!"

The already pessimistic and melancholic atmosphere hovered over everyone's heads, and the voices, as dejected as crows, rang out:

"My God! — Lies, all lies! Trust never existed..."

Little Star, on the other hand, remained calm and silently looked at the old lady and the soldier who had followed behind.

"Is everything it says true?" Little Star asked.

Grandma Yan Huan scratched her head awkwardly:

"Friend, it must be a misunderstanding. This kid's probably lost his mind..."

The tin man staring out the window shouted:

"Wait...look, someone's here to cause trouble!"

"???" Yan Huan turned around blankly, looking out the window along with the other monsters.

A large group of men in suits surrounded the entire bar.

"Uh, maybe they're here for a drink?" Yan Huan tried to keep a smile on her face.

"Manager, wake up!" the commander said, quite dejected.

“We’re all closed, how could anyone possibly come here specifically to drink beverages?”

"You heard it before, that bad guy said he would 'deal with' us."

“Emmmm…” Yan Huan’s gaze was blank.

Intuitively, he didn't think Shu Weng would really abandon these little monsters.

As a woman with a unique character model, she will definitely be added to the gacha pool for players to draw in the future. If she really does something outrageous, how can players still accept her?

"Mr. Yan, I saw them pull out sticks!" March 7th said in terror.

"These people seem to really be here to cause trouble."

"WDNMD..."

Seeing this, the old lady Yan Huan silently took out a baseball bat:

"Is someone really trying to cause trouble for the [Annihilation Gang]?"

"Antimatter Legion, get to work!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Zu took the baseball bat that Yan Huan handed him, licked it, and said with a fierce expression, "My baseball bat is coated with deadly poison!"

Soon, this large group of people stormed into the bar, carrying weapons and followed by a large number of members of the Dream Theater Troupe.

"Be careful, these monsters are irrational and extremely ferocious, so don't let your guard down!"

"What the hell? Why are there still people here?"

The head staff member was quite surprised to see the elderly woman, Yan Huan.

"...Why is there a super sleazy-looking pawn next to this old woman?"

"What, you bunch of troublemakers want to rebel?" Yan Huan narrowed her eyes:

"Do you know who I am? You dare to come into my bar and grab a weapon? Do you think there are too many people in your clan?"

The young hound leader held his arms in his lap:

"Our orders are to completely wipe out the monsters here."

"Old woman, you'd better stand further away, lest you get hurt later."

"Everyone, get to work immediately, and be quick!"

Seeing the group's aggressive demeanor, the commander immediately shouted, "Woof! This is our bar, don't you dare do anything bad!"

"Your bar?" the hound leader asked disdainfully.

"No wonder I heard that the Dream Theatre Troupe here is good at bewitching people. I didn't expect that even the bar has changed hands."

"That guy who looked so expressionless last time was probably bewitched here too!"

"Quickly, everyone stay alert and remember our mission!"

"Damn it." Xu Zu picked up the baseball bat on March 7th, his body hunched over, feeling a rush of blood to his head.

"What's wrong with these people? Didn't Old Auden get the new bill done? Why are they acting like this?"

"The new bill only targets the Dream Theatre Company, not the Dream-Stopping Theatre Company that has already been affected!" The Hound's junior leader narrowed his eyes:

"That's strange, the flank soldier can actually talk?"

"Never mind, let's get to work!"

The Hound Family members, standing in a dark, imposing mass, gripped their weapons and led a large number of monsters from the Dream Troupe in a charge towards the Void Soldier March 7.

"I can't take it anymore."

The soldier looked at the old woman:

"Yan, you're not allowed to move! Leave all of these guys to me!"

"?" Yan Huan glanced at March 7 in surprise: "What? You actually volunteered to take on work?"

"I was just about to punch someone!" The flailing soldier charged swiftly towards the members of the Hound Clan.

"Let these guys know what a real antimatter legion is!"

March 7th, dressed in a phantom soldier's leather suit, was engaged in a fierce battle with the members of the Hound Family.

The fight was fierce and evenly matched; the person was valuable, but not capable of great responsibility.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Yan Huan couldn't help but raise her hand and clap:

"Cow, cow, cow."

As an unnamed passenger on the Star Train, what monsters haven't I seen?

He's fought against phantom soldiers, battled creatures from different realms, and even stabbed a demonic being...

Those mere hounds from the hound family are easy for March 7th to handle by himself.

"Deputy Manager, we're here to help you!!"

Seeing that March 7th had already rushed up, how could the other little monsters sit still? They wanted to rush forward to help.

Seeing this, Yan Huan snapped her fingers and quickly bound them all.

"Stop, Stop!"

Staring at the valiant phantom soldiers fighting bravely ahead, Yan Huan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold as he spoke to the monster behind him:

As the saying goes, there are too many monks and not enough porridge.

"One more chopstick means one more person to eat."

"The bar's daily revenue is so low. If one less person is in the business, the remaining people will have an easier time getting enough to eat."

The six little monsters listened, completely bewildered.

"Manager...you and the deputy manager have such a big conflict?" The lady was very shocked.

Yan Huan did not answer, but silently watched as the illusory soldiers in front of her slaughtered everyone.

It's not a big deal to send March 7th to deal with these hound families.

But if we let those six little monsters go, the conflicts that follow will be huge.

About ten minutes passed.

The last member of the Hound family's fighting unit also succumbed to the weight of March 7th's bat.

Looking at the bunch of guys lying on the ground in front of him, March 7th, with an air of superiority, put his hands on his hips:

"Tch, I thought you were so great, but you still lost to me?"

She didn't kill them; she stopped when they were incapacitated.

"Wait... this dummy soldier is way too strong!"

On the ground, a member of the hound family exclaimed in surprise, "No, that voice is clearly human."

The young hound leader, his face bruised and swollen, raised his head and, lying on the ground, spoke in a hoarse voice:

"...What are you doing? These are all monsters!"

"Are you crazy to help the monsters fight against us?!"

"What monster? This is one of our bar's employees!" March 7th tore off the cloak of a phantom soldier, revealing his true form.

Upon seeing her appearance, the young hound leader was even more shocked: