The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 588 - 440: If Mom Doesn’t Show Her Power, You Really Think I’m a Zero?

Chapter 588: Chapter 440: If Mom Doesn’t Show Her Power, You Really Think I’m a Zero?

"BOOM!"

A cannonball as thick as a thigh shot out from between Nightingale’s legs, crashing straight into the forehead of the Golden Dragon.

The violent explosion and flames swept through the entire room, reducing the meticulously arranged furniture and decor to ashes.

"ROAR!"

Amid the dissipating smoke, the Golden Dragon, its head split like a spider web, roared as it charged toward Vampire Sister once more.

"Not dead yet?"

Nightingale opened her mouth, revealing the barrel of a large-caliber gun.

She pressed against her slightly protruding Adam’s apple, and a pointed, long, and thick bullet shot out, hitting the injured head of the Golden Dragon again.

"CRACK!"

After a sound resembling shattered glass, the Five-Clawed Dragon Strike reluctantly disintegrated into fragments of Buddha’s light.

"Whoever messes with me thinks I’m a goddamn pushover, huh?"

Nightingale swallowed the gun barrel back down and declared domineeringly.

"Hmm, the female benefactor’s methods remind me very much of an old acquaintance,"

The Monk observed thoughtfully, not showing a hint of anger at the scene.

"Your old acquaintance—was he someone who liked wearing black and red tailcoats, sporting a blue gemstone brooch, gloves as white as purity itself, with slicked-back oily hair, and had a peculiarly halting way of speaking?"

Nightingale raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed. Might I inquire about the connection between the female benefactor and my old acquaintance?"

The Monk asked.

"That’s my father."

"Well, well, well, such a remarkable fate!"

Though the Monk’s face remained stoic, a subtle smile laced his tone.

"Back then, I saw your father had an affinity with our Buddha and wished to preach Buddhist Law to inspire his Wisdom Root. Unfortunately, in his youthful arrogance, he misunderstood my earnest intentions—responding to me with gunfire and cannonballs,"

"Afterward, your father departed briskly, leaving his trail lost within the Metaverse. It has remained a regret of mine since."

"Now meeting the daughter of that old acquaintance, and potentially welcoming another protector to our Buddhist gates, is truly a double blessing."

He clasped his hands together and said.

"Master, what is your monastic title?"

Nightingale asked.

"Amitabha, my personal information is here, benefactor. Scan it and all will be revealed."

The Monk turned his back, facing away from the Potato Sisters.

On his bare back was a square pattern rendered in black matte paint and glowing blue ink.

If Liu Zheng were here, he’d instantly recognize that this was a QR code.

"Alright then,"

Nightingale casually pulled out her phone and aimed it at the QR code on the Monk’s back.

"Ding!"

The sound of a notification rang out.

"Female benefactor, aren’t you afraid I might tamper with this QR code?"

The Monk asked with a sly grin.

"I’m afraid you won’t tamper with it!"

Nightingale replied with an equally sly grin.

This phone was a gift from her father for her coming-of-age ceremony, forcibly equipped with a custom-built violent security program.

If the Monk dared to play tricks through the QR code, she’d make him taste the weight of a strict father’s love.

"Amitabha. If the female benefactor treats me sincerely, I would naturally not resort to shady tactics."

The Monk clasped his hands together once more.

Nightingale smirked indifferently and then glanced at the phone screen.

"Monastic Title: Great Virtue"

"Secular Name: ***"

"Temple: ***"

"Position: ***"

"Rank: ***"

"..."

"If you don’t want people to know, why bother adding these sections? Feels like taking your pants off just to fart."

Nightingale sneered.

"Though Buddhism holds no intent to conceal, the world harbors slanderous hearts against Buddha. Countless demonic paths seek to harm the Buddhist community. These small deceptions are merely measures against them,"

"Anyone truly of the Buddhist order would naturally not be affected."

Great Virtue Monk explained.

"Forget it. I’m not that interested in learning more about you anyway."

Nightingale refused bluntly.

"Amitabha. Since we are all kin of acquaintances, why not resolve our conflict peacefully? Avoid unnecessary hostility,"

"Come back to the temple with me for a few days, explore the Buddhist Scriptures, listen to Buddhist teachings, and worship the Buddhas."

"If you find yourself incompatible with Buddhist Law, I will personally escort you back home with due respect."

Great Virtue Monk proposed.

"Monk, do you really think we’d believe you?"

Nightingale sneered coldly.

Escort them back? Yeah, she’d believe him—if he meant escorting their headstones back.

"Amitabha, those who renounce the world speak no falsehoods. I swear on Buddha—if I break my vow, may I descend to Hell’s realm of endless need and never recover."

Great Virtue Monk pledged solemnly.

"Doesn’t make sense. Anyway, you’re all one big family, so whether you fall or not is up to your own word. Zero credibility."

Nightingale replied without an ounce of courtesy.

"Then what would it take for me to offer the benefactor sufficient assurance?"

Great Virtue Monk heard the slight softening in her stance and immediately pressed further.

"In that case, let me give it some serious thought."

Nightingale turned her eyes shrewdly as she spoke.

"Of course you should think carefully. Still, benefactor, I suggest you hurry—not because I’m impatient, but because I fear those apartment security guards won’t be able to withstand the fists and feet of my monks."

Great Virtue Monk said coldly.

"Monk, you don’t think threatening us with the lives of those guards will work, do you?"

Nightingale scoffed.

She wasn’t some bleeding-heart delivery guy. Forget security guards; even if Vampire Sister’s life were at stake, she’d strike without hesitation.

The only reason she lent a hand earlier—aside from camaraderie—was the thought of how awkward it would be to explain things to Liu Zheng afterward.

From what Nightingale knew about Liu Zheng, if she dared to leave Vampire Sister to her fate, he’d truly beat her up, then cut ties for good.

"The benefactor misunderstood. Our Buddha is merciful, and Buddhists should not commit wanton slaughter."

"Thus, to spare the guards’ lives, I will personally take action to bring the benefactors away. From there, we can discuss matters slowly."

Great Virtue Monk shook his head.

"I suddenly feel like taking a shit. Let’s talk after I’m done."

Nightingale said crudely.

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