As soon as he entered the lobby, Rozim couldn't help but sigh that it was indeed one of the top ten venues on Hongyue Street. Not only was it so magnificently decorated that it didn't look like he was in a nest, both the waiters and girls inside were also very young and pretty, and their behavior was also very beautiful. The manners are precise and orderly, not comparable to those of a vulgar bottom brothel. There is even a professional band playing on the hall stage, which seems to be able to lazily crawl around in the air with strings of notes.
The long and narrow bar occupies a corner of the hall. On one wall on one side of it hangs a luxurious portrait. In the painting, a charming succubus is intertwined with a strong farmer. Its gilded frame sparkles in the light. The exquisite marble statue depicts a group of slender naked girls, which is very inconsistent with the empire's civilized moral conventions of the state religion and the provisions of the Ministry of Justice's Public Security Management Law, but no one will care about it here.
Customers flocked to the counter and shouted for more drinks. Many of them were followers of their respective bosses or bosses. While the bosses were having fun upstairs, they could only wait below. Talking about irrelevant rumors.
Of course, the entry of Rozim, a group of particularly unique-looking guys, must have attracted a lot of attention, and judging from the wary looks cast towards them, it was not etiquette that aroused this sense of curiosity, but vigilance and fear.
In any case, Rozim behaves like a standard gang leader, and in Red Moon Street, seeking revenge or killing is not uncommon. Everyone who comes here has some enemies.
But again, for these places to be able to stay open for so long and grow bigger and stronger, there must be ways to avoid this.
For "potentially dangerous elements" like Rozim, a greasy-looking but experienced manager walked over with a smile and said respectfully:
"Boss, there is a private room prepared for you. If you need any services or girls, please tell me at any time."
"Yeah, okay, lead the way."
Just as Rozim and his group followed the manager to the box, two pairs of eyes were watching them through tiny surveillance equipment until they left.
They were hiding on the roof of a hotel a hundred meters away. One of them was tall, with lighter skin, a few blond hairs spilling out from under a wide-brimmed hat, a hooked nose and a pair of sharp blue eyes that highlighted his facial features. A ruggedly handsome man, with a long coat wrapped around his body and a sword and a large laser pistol hanging from a wide belt around his waist.
At the same time, there is also a silver talisman around his neck that is regarded as a taboo symbol by everyone in this area - the rosette of the Inquisition.
Even the most arrogant gang leaders know that being targeted by these ground-based hawks can quickly lead to swift and horrific destruction.
The second man was thin, with short black hair, and a mustache under his sharp nose. His eyes seemed to always show dissatisfaction, disdainfully evaluating everything he stared at.
He also has a rosette hanging around his neck.
"Another bottom nest scum, not worth caring about."
"Ah, you don't need to repeat it. I have eyes. The point is that we have to find out why Judge Suhrab came here before he disappeared. We didn't gain much after we disguised ourselves last time."
"Perhaps we are going in the wrong direction. The Inquisitor has been to many places and has only been here once."
"Indeed, but my intuition tells me that it must be related to this place."
"If it is true, there is no reason why Ms. Scinna will not discover it. Now our focus should be on turning to the black market for illegal trading of alien items, rather than wasting time here. Moreover, it seems that this place will not be peaceful for long. It seems that something happened here recently. Several gang leaders have disappeared, and the flames of vendetta will soon be ignited.”
After saying that, the two judges suddenly realized that something had happened.
The surrounding streets were suddenly as quiet as a tomb with heavy traffic.
It was so quiet, almost like a kind of witchcraft.
"It seems like the guys inside are going to be in trouble, especially the group that just went in."
One of the attendants sneered and shook his head.
As if to confirm this statement, the silent darkness suddenly burst into vigorous life, and howls, roars and whines sounded from the shadows around the street.
The sound of boots hitting the ground told people that many huge bodies were moving forward quickly and hastily.
A high-pitched, irritated, inhuman voice screamed over the din:
"Avenge the boss! Burn this shabby house! This place must be a den of thieves who sell human organs!"
The first thug appeared under the neon lights. He was a sturdy and strong barbarian with a mutated face like a wolfdog, and his eyes sparkled like two diamonds under the light.
"You guys inside, if you have balls, come out and challenge me!"
The man was holding a huge chain saw, the rough edge of the ax blade was engraved with a terrifying skull rune. As soon as his ax was raised, it fell from the slack hand - and when the bullet entered the man's throat, there was a dull sound. The sound of challenge gradually turned into the sound of gurgling blood.
But just after the man died, his companions swarmed in, and armored trucks also sped over, followed by deafening gunfire.
Obviously this was not the first time this club had encountered this situation. All the doors and windows automatically lowered their bulletproof panels. At the same time, automatic turrets and armed servitors hidden everywhere began to fight back. In an instant, it transformed from an entertainment venue into a fortress.
Faced with the fierce counterattack, many gang thugs were beaten to pieces, and some trucks were blown up into the sky by flying rockets, and burned when they landed.
For a time, the whole street was bustling with activity and also filled with blood.
However, these attackers were not completely unprepared. They seemed to know how strong this place was. While the frontal exchange of fire was fierce, several sneaky figures quietly walked around to the undefended side of the club, and then began to install some equipment. .
Soon, with a burst of crackling sparks, the power system in the club was completely overloaded, and all facilities and lights immediately dimmed.
"Kill! Fight in!!! Revenge for the boss!"
Seeing that the opponent's defense system failed, the thugs immediately became excited, howled, broke the doors and windows, and rushed into the club, but they did not know what would greet them——
At the same time, even the lights on the street were extinguished.
The first group of thugs who rushed into the lobby on the first floor of the club were soon surprised to find that this place had long been turned into a slaughterhouse. The people who were supposed to be "happy" inside were all lying in pieces on the ground, and everyone was disemboweled. Their stomachs were broken, and the wounds seemed to have been torn apart by huge claws.
What they didn't know was that in the darkness that they couldn't see, terrifying shapes rose up one after another. The twisted faces under the deformed heads roared silently, and corrosive saliva dripped from their mouths. Like a sculpture in the dark, it is difficult to detect and find, until the first scream sounds.
(End of chapter)
