Being a blood demon in Terra? I have it in my lifetime!

In addition, there are also employees of Penguin Logistics who are slacking off.

"Wow... Is this the influence of celebrities? It's really terrifying."

Standing between the ceiling of the concert venue and looking at the bustling crowds of dark figures below, Angel couldn't help but sigh.

She didn't even see so many people in the Lateran Learning Square. If there were bad guys among the crowd, who could tell them apart?

"I feel like it's not as good as the boss's."

A eulogistic voice came from the radio in the Archangel's ears.

"I used to resell live broadcasts of concerts my boss participated in. Those were really heavyweight."

"I didn't expect you to be involved in such a wide range of areas, Croissant."

"It makes money, it's not shabby."

"You two should do something serious..."

Listening to these two funny guys chatting awkwardly on the radio, Texas said helplessly.

Ignoring the complaints of Exia and Croissant, Texas asked about Lucifer who had been silent since a while ago.

"Lucifer, what are you doing?"

As the words fell, Texas heard a crisp click from the radio, followed by Lucifer's voice.

“I’m eating Pocky.”

"...As expected of you, where's Nine?"

Unconsciously, Texas has become accustomed to Lucifer's stable performance.

And Nine, who was originally regarded by Texas as a normal person of the same kind as himself, did not disappoint Texas at all with the answer he gave at this moment.

"I was watching Lucifer eat Pocky. I'm a little hungry."

"..."

Texas said nothing more, staring blankly at the crowd in front of him.

Becoming a member of Penguin Logistics is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

However, Texas has no regrets.

She took out a box of Pocky from her bosom and opened it slowly, then took out a Pocky and put it in her mouth to pass the time.

Nearly a year ago, Texas only had cigarette boxes in her hands, but now, under the subtle influence of someone, she has become a little addicted to this sweet tooth.

On the other hand, Kong was extremely nervous.

"Hmm... why are there so many people..."

He quietly poked his head out from the stage to observe the space at the scene, and was immediately frightened back by the noise made by tens of thousands of people.

The concerts she had participated in before were all group singing events, and most of the time she was not the center. She had little experience in offline solo concerts, and the pressure was already too great.

"No need to be so nervous, little girl."

"Hey? The Emperor?"

The emperor suddenly went to the stage behind the tarpaulin with his hands behind his back, looking like a boss coming to inspect the work.

He jumped onto a table and said arrogantly:

"Just think of the people below the stage as NPCs in the game who you can't interact with. Just sing your song when the time comes."

"Isn't this a bit too much...?"

"Not at all. Even if there are some foolish thugs who dare to cause trouble for you, my dear employees will make them suffer. You just need to sing."

The emperor has a lot of experience in being assassinated during concerts, but he will still go on with the concert.

Although Kong doesn't have as many resurrection coins as himself, with Lucifer and the others around, Kong only needs to think about how to sing the song well.

"Mr. Great Emperor is right, Sora."

The agent also came over at this time.

"Even if an assassination or attack really happens during the concert, Penguin Logistics will fully guarantee your safety. If you can complete the entire concert under such circumstances, the popularity you will gain will be immeasurable."

Although doing so would be tantamount to taking a risk, the agent chose to trust the Great Emperor's vision and Penguin Logistics.

As long as Kong can survive this disaster, he will definitely be able to make a breakthrough in the music circle and become one of the top singers.

"Ah... then let me try?"

Perhaps it was the emperor and his agent who gave Kong some confidence.

The agent patted Kong's shoulder with relief and comforted him softly.

"Okay, it won't be long before you go on stage, let's make the final preparations."

"I see!"

Sora took firm steps as he made the final adjustments for going on stage, his agent continued to inspect other equipment, and the Emperor pretended to be a mascot behind the stage.

The bustling noise outside continued, but it was also a perfect disguise.

In the already dim concert, several bloated black shadows were moving back and forth in the crowd, afraid that someone would notice them.

Fortunately, the noise of the bustling crowd was enough to cover up the sound of their conversation.

"There are too many people..."

"Isn't this better? More people will make it easier for us to assassinate the target."

"But Captain, if we do this at Longmen...isn't it too dangerous?"

One of the voices said weakly.

If they were captured by the Longmen Guards after openly assassinating a public figure in Longmen, they would be in great trouble.

"I wanted to refuse it, but they offered too much."

The man called the captain made a helpless sound.

As mercenaries with their heads tied to their belts, as long as the employer pays enough, there will be people who will do the mission even if it is free.

And they are the unlucky team that got lucky.

"Don't say too much. I've inquired before. The director of the Imperial Guard Bureau just left his post not long ago. There is a shortage of manpower and the target person doesn't seem to have hired a decent security company. After successfully assassinating the target and getting away unscathed, there shouldn't be a big problem."

"Captain, if you had told us earlier, we could have rest assured."

Hearing the captain say this, the other members felt relieved. After all, they had no choice but to take action now.

"I'll do it if I have a life, and I'll do it if I close my eyes. I'll follow you!"

"Stop making noise! ​​The target person hasn't appeared yet!"

After signaling the other members to be quiet, the captain of the mercenaries suddenly said with relief:

"Brothers, as long as we finish this job safely, we can retire and find a proper job."

"Okay, I'll rush!"

81

Chapter 81: Salted Beans Without Salt.

"Where's Sora? Where's my Sora? You weren't at the concert at all!"

"I don't know!"

Just when the audience at the concert was about to get tired of waiting, the stage curtain finally opened, revealing a petite and cute figure inside.

"Hajima Road~"

Wearing golden Rupert ears and a wolf tail, Sora Zero frame officially debuted.

Kong's figure swayed continuously on the stage, and his brilliant and moving voice began to spread throughout the entire concert venue, while the audience below the stage became even more emotional as if a keyword had been triggered.

"Quack! That's it! That's what I want to hear!"

"After hearing such beautiful singing, I will die without regrets!"

"So empty... so soft... so fragrant... hehehe..."

"Evil beast! How dare you?!"

With Kong's appearance and performance, the concert suddenly became lively.

The audiences who came waved their cheering sticks and cheered crazily for their idols.

And Kong's performance also did not disappoint the audience or the emperor. The huge crowd did not make her panic, and she sang in an orderly manner to the rhythm of the music.

At the same time, the mercenaries lurking in the audience began to take action.

"The singing is quite nice..."

"Is it time for you to listen to the song now? The target person has already appeared!"

The captain of the mercenaries said with some disappointment.

"Captain, do you want to do it? Now? Here?"

"Ah, let's fight it out right here."

After receiving the captain's order, the other members put away their idle thoughts.

One of the members took the opportunity when the lights of the concert dimmed with the beat of the music and immediately pulled out a crossbow from his arms and aimed at the space above the stage.

Thanks to the dim environment, not only Kong but also the passers-by around him could not see his movements clearly.

But in the pitch-black darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes were extremely eye-catching.

"Archangel, 11 o'clock, 4th from the left in the th row, shoot the crossbow out of his hand."

"learn!"

Hearing Lucifer's order, the Archangel sitting on the ceiling did not hesitate at all and fired an American-style Iai at the crossbowman in the crowd.

At this moment, the crossbowman who was about to pull the trigger suddenly felt something hit the back of his hand, forcibly changing the trajectory of the arrow.

"Varied?"