The Strongest Magician of Gods

In front of the Monaco bar, Mo Bei drove his dilapidated car and parked it in a corner.

The building is extremely retro, with dim lighting and a huge space. Through the cracks in the door, a faint glow shimmers under the dim magic lamps.

A large group of people swirled their tall glasses, the wine crystal clear as it sloshed around.

Two menacing-looking men stood guard on either side of the bar's entrance.

Mo Bei opened the car door, jumped out of the car, closed the door behind him, and walked to the door.

Dressed in a tuxedo, exuding youthful vigor, Mo Bei smiled slightly and walked past the two fierce-looking men, grabbing the doorknob with one hand, about to open the door and go inside.

At this moment, Mo Bei was feeling carefree and relaxed, unaware that a burly man behind him was about to make a move.

"pat"

A thick, strong hand landed on Mo Bei's shoulder.

"Friend, Monaco bars only welcome esteemed magicians."

The burly man spoke from behind, his immense strength gripping Mo Bei's shoulder tightly.

"Damn it," Mo Bei turned his head, about to say something.

The big man suddenly increased the force in his hand, forcefully pulling Mo Bei into the air and casually throwing him away.

After doing all this, the two burly men stood expressionless. From their expressions, it was clear that Mo Bei would inevitably fall heavily to the ground.

"crash"

Mo Bei was casually thrown out by the big man, with a strong wind blowing around his body.

"Damn it. You're all asking for death."

He cursed under his breath, a cold smile on his face. He flipped his entire body in mid-air, his hands touching the ground, then somersaulted again, his feet landing on the ground, sliding steadily for several meters.

He touched the ground with his toes, his body still sliding backward, and he used all the strength in his body to flash over from several meters away from the big man in an instant.

With a "bang," the burly man, who was grinning, was sent flying by Mo Bei's punch. His massive body slammed into the hard wall, and his back cracked loudly.

This moment was terrifying. Less than a breath after Mo Bei was thrown out by the big man, the figure that had been thrown out disappeared. When you looked again, Mo Bei had taken the big man's place, while the big man was sent flying by Mo Bei's punch.

The other fierce-looking man next to him shuddered instantly, a chill running down his spine.

"M-M-Sir, Monaco bars are really...really only magicians are allowed in."

The fierce giant was afraid. Although Mo Bei could not use the power of magic, his body had been under the baptism of magic for many years, and his strong foundation was not affected in the slightest. Dealing with one or two ordinary people was no problem for him.

This scene unfolded before the fierce-looking man's eyes. He knew that the young man in front of him was not to be trifled with; the force and speed of his strike were terrifying.

"Oh! This bar only serves magicians?"

Mo Bei was surprised. He had changed into a tuxedo at his residence because he didn't want to disturb the other people in the town, but little did he know that he had made a blunder.

He felt embarrassed for a moment, his face burning.

"Yes, yes, sir."

The burly man nodded hastily, fearing that Mo Bei might harm him. He was secretly relieved that he wasn't the one who attacked the young man, otherwise he would have been the one to suffer.

"Ok!"

Mo Bei then looked at the big man in silence.

Is this what you mean?

Mo Bei raised a finger, and a small flame flickered between his fingers, as steady as a candle.

The burly man was stunned when he saw the flames burning on Mo Bei's fingers. After a moment, his posture became even more respectful.

"This ignorant person has disturbed the adults' enjoyment."

The burly, fierce-looking man grinned obsequiously, looking all smiles. If this got back to the boss, they'd be in big trouble. People in this line of work are quick to seize opportunities; turning hostility into friendship is second nature to them, but when they get arrogant, they can be deadly. The best solution is actually just two words—take him down.

"Monaco has the best bars for miles around, and adults have a great time."

The burly, menacing man changed the subject, pushing open the door with a broad smile.

Mo Bei was speechless. He wanted to beat him up too, but the guy had such a good persona and knew how to handle things. He easily made Mo Bei feel comfortable, leaving Mo Bei with no reason to beat him up.

"Heh, I was going to beat you up too, but I'll pass now."

Mo Bei stepped one foot through the glass door, turned around, and, with a mischievous thought in mind, sneered at the big man.

The fierce-looking man's face froze instantly, and even his smile looked stiff.

Have a pleasant workday.

Mo Bei turned around and laughed heartily.

Only when the thick glass door closed in the distance did the fierce-looking man come to his senses.

"What a terrible day!" The burly man said, then quickly covered his mouth, afraid that the mage inside would hear him. He then walked over to the other burly man who was screaming in pain, helped him up, and headed towards the medical room.

The bar was brightly lit and filled with lively light music. Under the dim lights in the center of the stage, some dancers twirled on smooth steel poles, showing off their stunning beauty.

In the dim light, Mo Bei looked around and saw many mages wearing tall magic hats chatting and laughing with each other.

The moment he entered, the atmosphere inside the room changed. Bottles and glasses floated in the air, and all sorts of magical skills were on display, including wind, fire, lightning, and thunder. Some magicians were clearly practicing their magic in the bar.

With a gentle tap of his magic wand, a tall, round glass slid inch by inch from the end of the enormous table to his feet using the magician's power.

This place is like a wizard's paradise. Anyone who wants a drink can simply tap their magic wand on an empty glass, and the bottle will automatically fill it without any wind. Occasionally, there will be the sound of a bottle falling from the sky and breaking, accompanied by a group of laughing teenagers.

"Goodness, so young and already at a bar!" Mo Bei glanced at the group of about seven or eight young boys on the ground.

This bar is huge, perhaps because it was designed for magicians, so it was expanded as much as possible. The bar features a variety of styles, with charming dancers and innocent young men.

Gradually, a group of young people, all in their twenties or thirties, gathered around a high platform. They kept whistling and shouting at the dancers in the center of the dance floor.

Sometimes, when it's time for the dancers to change acts, some magicians will point their wands, and the dancers will float towards them without any wind, filling the air with the aroma of wine. If a magician sees a favorite among them, they will even engage in a battle of magic control.

Within this space, a palpable sense of desire for money and beauty pervades, accompanied by decadent music and chaotic, explicit conversations.

Mo Bei walked towards the end of the huge bar, and the noise around him was gradually covered by soft music.

"Hi, over here."

In the dimly lit distance, Luo Xiu, with his long hair and wearing a magic robe, waved to Mo Bei.

Mo Bei glanced around and saw that there were quite a few people. Given his dislike of bustling city streets, this scene made him feel somewhat weary.