bioinnovel Chapter 477 [Two Chapters Combined] Holy Lord: I'm going to win! Riley: Really?
Chapter 477 [Two Chapters Combined] Holy Lord: I'm going to win! Riley: Really?
"Damn it! You lowly humans! Have you forgotten the Golden Rooster King's treasure?! Endless gold! Jewels! Power!"
The Holy Lord had to admit that Valon, who could now forcibly break free from its control, did indeed have the power to threaten it!
That is why, after realizing that Valon was serious, even if Shendu was furious, he could only suppress his anger.
He immediately abandoned any thought of regaining control of the body and, while actively sending friendly signals, the whispered voice of the Holy Lord echoed continuously in Valon's mind. He attempted to exploit Valon's greedy nature and entice him to continue working for him.
"As long as you continue to help me, the Golden Rooster King's treasure will all be yours! With the Golden Rooster King's treasure, you can rebuild a Black Hand Gang empire even more powerful than before! At that time...!"
"The Golden Rooster King's treasure? Hahaha!"
However, before the Holy Lord could finish speaking, Valon burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke.
Although the laughter was hoarse and low due to the pain in his throat, sounding weak and listless, it was utterly jarring to the Holy Lord.
"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! Holy Lord, what else can you do besides these clichés?"
"Leaving aside my family, for generations they've been at your beck and call for the Golden Rooster King's treasure..."
"The Mafia gang I painstakingly built up, bit by bit, was originally the world's largest criminal empire! But what happened?"
"Because of you, because of those damned spells, because of that wretched wall-climbing bug, everything's ruined! Gone!"
"In the end, forget about the Golden Rooster King's treasure; neither I, nor even my ancestors, ever got a decent gold coin from you!"
"Open your eyes and look! Thanks to you, the Mafia's business has shrunk, most of our underlings have fled, and we're now hiding like rats in a sewer!"
"Even now, you still have the nerve to pretend to tempt me with the Golden Rooster King's treasure? Do you really think I, Valmont, am a three-year-old who can fall for the same trick countless times?!"
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, but his words rained down on the demon in the mirror like a machine gun:
"Besides, we may be greedy, and we don't have your 'noble' goals! But we are not your slaves, nor are we insects you can crush at will!"
He turned around abruptly, his gaze sweeping over the area behind him.
Afen, Lasu, and Zhou were completely stunned.
They watched as their leader, seemingly schizophrenic, fiercely argued with "air" (in their eyes), listening to his unheard-of, true thoughts—his hatred for the Holy Lord, his regret for past failures, his disdain for the so-called treasure promise…and his high regard for the three of them.
Rasu's mouth formed an "O" shape, and tears began to well up in her eyes again.
Zhou pursed his lips, lowered his head slightly, and used his sunglasses to hide his embarrassing state of almost crying from emotion.
Ah Fen secretly clenched his fist, his gaze towards Valmont filled with pride and admiration—Look! This is the boss I've always believed in! The best boss in the world! Without a doubt!!!
Valon took in their reactions, and within that icy rage, a barely perceptible warmth and a more resolute determination quietly seeped in.
He turned back to face the mirror again, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if issuing a final decree.
"They are my men! They are the brothers who fought alongside me all the way, who didn't abandon me even knowing that following you was a one-way street! You'd better engrave that into your demonic soul!"
He leaned even closer, almost facing the phantom of the Holy Lord in the mirror, and uttered the final declaration in the deepest, most unquestionable voice:
"If you dare cross the line again and touch any of them... then we're all finished! I, Valon, mean what I say! You can try me if you don't believe me!"
The cabin was deathly silent, with only the low rumble of the plane's engines.
The image in the mirror remained silent, with only Valon's heavy breathing visible.
But Ah Fen and the others could all sense that the terrifying, suffocating demonic aura surrounding their leader was slowly receding and dissipating.
The Lord's will did not respond, but this silence itself was a sign of compromise.
After all, as a fire demon, it is certainly arrogant and violent, but it also knows the importance of flexibility and adaptability.
Given the grand ambitions of world domination and revenge against Spider-Man, temporarily tolerating the threat of a "container" is not unacceptable.
Moreover, Valon's sudden outburst of insane will—willing to die alongside these "useless" individuals—made Shendu look at Valon with newfound respect. He realized that the man before him was no longer a puppet to be manipulated at will.
After a long while, Valon seemed to have exhausted his strength and staggered.
The trio rushed forward to help him up, but when Valon looked up again, his eyes had turned blood red once more.
This made the trio realize that the body had fallen back into the Holy Lord's control, and they were so frightened that they took several steps back.
His crimson vertical pupils calmly gazed at the three people who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. That inhuman indifference belonging to a demon once again spread, completely different from the human-powerful aura that Valon had displayed when he was enraged earlier.
The Holy Lord… or rather, the Holy Lord who controlled Valon's body, slowly straightened up. It didn't even speak immediately, but simply turned its neck and stretched its shoulders, which had just been drenched in ice water and scorched by flames, with an indifferent air as if assessing the puppet's wear and tear.
Ah Fen, La Su, and Zhou's hearts were pounding in their throats. They huddled together, their eyes darting back and forth in terror between the "boss's" devilish eyes and the remaining icy water stains on the ground.
Finally, the Holy Lord spoke, his voice deep and calm, yet carrying a metallic quality, each syllable making the air grow colder.
"Interesting. I never noticed before that this useless body actually harbors a destiny affinity that your ancestors never revealed..."
As it spoke, its gaze swept coldly over the three silent, trembling figures.
"These few good-for-nothings," the Holy Lord's tone was devoid of praise or criticism, merely a pure statement, "their lives and deaths are meaningless to me, like dust. But since you consider them 'brothers,' and use your last bargaining chip to threaten them..."
The corners of Valmont's mouth, controlled by the Holy Lord, slowly curved into a cold, emotionless arc.
"...So, before they completely lose their value as 'tools,' I can 'mercifully' allow them to continue to breathe."
This is not a promise, but more like the owner's "tolerance" for items that are temporarily useful.
Ah Fen understood, and so did La Su and Zhou.
Beyond fear, a complex mix of humiliation and relief welled up in their chests. This intensified their resolve to help their leader regain his freedom at any opportunity!
"But, Valon, remember this: my tolerance has its limits."
The Holy Lord saw through their little scheme, but considered these few good-for-nothing fellows to be no threat at all, and didn't bother with them.
With a sudden shift in tone, his scarlet gaze seemed to pierce through the skin, looking directly at the soul suppressed deep within his consciousness.
"Our 'agreement' is based on the fact that your body is still useful and that your pathetic threats can temporarily cause me a little 'trouble.' Don't do anything foolish that tests my patience again. Your ridiculous protectiveness is far less than my desire to regain my freedom and burn this world to the ground!"
After saying that, Shendu ignored the three trembling men and, controlling Valon's body, walked towards the cockpit at the front of the plane.
His steps were steady and powerful, as if the fierce confrontation and the clash of ice and fire had never happened.
"Boss... Boss?" Rasu looked at the familiar back, but it exuded a completely unfamiliar aura. He subconsciously muttered a word, but was immediately covered by Afen.
The Holy Lord paused noticeably at the cockpit door, but did not turn around.
"You're saying I failed? Ridiculous... A fool like you would never understand my profound strategies."
After a moment of silence, the Holy Lord continued speaking calmly, his voice finally revealing a hint of cold pleasure, the satisfaction of a successful conspiracy.
"The antique shop's failure is insignificant. It was merely an expected disruption. What truly matters is that I successfully kept that insect's attention firmly, temporarily, tied to the antique shop..."
"And now, I have received the 'call' of the Panku Box; it is right in front of us."
"While that wall-climbing bug continues its foolish vigil over the antique shop, the Panku Box will fall into my hands! My brothers and sisters will also return from hell to help me crush that wretched insect!"
"Everything is going according to plan! I'll be the one laughing last! Hahahaha—!!!"
Accompanied by the Lord's smug, eerie laughter, the perspective began to zoom out, extending from the interior of the plane all the way out until the Lord arrived at his destination.
The Tibetan Plateau in China.
However, the Holy Lord, who believed he had everything under control, was unaware that...
Thinking it had gained the upper hand, it was about to encounter several familiar faces on this journey...
……
On the edge of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, a small town built along an old road appears exceptionally quiet in the twilight.
This is not a tourist hotspot, so there is only one guesthouse in the whole town that provides accommodation for occasional passing truck drivers or adventurers.
"Oh dear! This old man's bones are almost unable to breathe! Jackie Chan! If you don't want your father to doze off in front of a compass and ancient books tomorrow, you'd better find a place to lie down!"
The old man's signature, somewhat exaggerated complaining voice rang out in the lobby of a guesthouse called "Snowy Warm Home".
He was wrapped in a thick Tibetan blanket, leaning against an old sofa. His face was indeed a little pale, but he was full of energy. Especially his eyes, which, even as he complained, still sharply scanned his surroundings.
Beside him, carefully supporting him, was the enormous and very imposing Alexei (the rhinoceros man).
Even with the custom-made casual clothes from District 13, his iconic rhinoceros horns and unusually rough, gray-black skin were still difficult to conceal.
His imposing physique made the already cramped lobby of the guesthouse seem even more confined.
Fortunately, as long as there was money to be made, the guesthouse owner didn't care about Alexei's strange behavior. At most, he would glance at Alexei from time to time out of personal curiosity, but he had no intention of kicking him out.
Alexei was there on Riley's orders to replace Tru, who was still with his mother, and to escort his father all the way from America to meet up with Jackie Chan and Little Snake.
After all, although Riley didn't know the exact location of the Panku Box, he relied on his "prophetic" intuition—or rather, the "spoiler" advantage of being a time traveler—and despite seemingly only enjoying his leisurely student life, he had already informed Uncle Long and the others of the important information that the Panku Box was in Tibet long before Shendu invaded the antique shop.
As for the old man, as the true "grand wizard" of this era, he is naturally an indispensable person to decipher the ancient clues and accurately locate the Panku Box.
"Okay, Dad, don't get agitated, be careful with your blood pressure."
Of course, setting aside the important role of fathers, respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a fine tradition deeply ingrained in the Chinese people.
That's why, even though his father kept complaining, Uncle Long didn't get impatient at all. Instead, he smiled and quickly tried to soothe him in a kind and gentle manner.
He then turned to the guesthouse owner, thought for a moment, and spoke.
"Boss, please, we'd like three... no, four rooms. This gentleman needs to rest quietly."
Uncle Long's thoughts were very simple, as he said.
Paco is a minor and needs a guardian, so naturally he shares a room with the Bull Warrior.
Alexei was too large to share a room with others, so he needed to have his own.
My father is getting old and needs a quiet environment to rest, as well as some independent space to conduct his research, so we need to arrange a separate room for him.
As for the remaining room...
Jackie Chan subconsciously turned his head a few times and glanced at the little snake beside him, who had been naturally clinging to his arm the whole time.
As if sensing something, the little snake also looked up at him, a knowing, slightly teasing smile curving its lips.
Their eyes met briefly before looking away. Jackie Chan coughed lightly and continued to say to the boss with a calm expression, "Okay, that's it, four rooms."
It's obvious that Uncle Long, completely unable to resist the little snake's proactive and enthusiastic pursuit, has already fallen for her, and their relationship is now a done deal. One could even say that all that's missing is an auspicious day for the little snake's name to be added to Uncle Long's household register.
Therefore, in order to make it easier to spend time alone with his girlfriend (crossed out), considering the hard work that District 13 has done, and to save money for District 13, it is a perfectly logical and impeccable decision to reduce the cost of one room!