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Chapter 436 - 436 Killing is like Drinking (4000)_2

Chapter 436: Killing is like Drinking (4000)_2 Chapter 436: Killing is like Drinking (4000)_2 The view on both sides was lined with dozens of bright yellow streetlights, continually retreating into the distance. The horse carriage occasionally turned a corner, startling a stray cat by the trash cans. It followed Mipola Boulevard, and then entered a complex network of lanes.

However, the coachman, who made a living from this, had a mental map of the entire East Sea City, so the carriage travelled smoothly.

After a short while, it reappeared on a spacious road. The interval between the streetlights here was significantly larger than in the core block, but the dim light could still illuminate the slightly dark, grid-like ground. The carriage slowed to a stop on the side.

“Here.”

Casio handed several federal coins to the coachman, and as soon as the last person stepped off, the carriage hastily turned and darted away.

“Did he think we’re part of the underworld?”

Casio raised an eyebrow, unconcerned. He didn’t even get angry because they did indeed look like assassins.

One person was okay, but three made them seem like an organization.

It was inevitable that some people would misunderstand.

“Bloody hell, I’m telling you, that chick’s breasts are bigger than my head! Nearly got me killed…”

“Just shut up boasting, with your meagre money…”

On the roadside, two drunkards holding green wine bottles, staggered against the wall, spouting nonsense.

“Excuse me, how do I get to the White Ocean Bar?”

Suddenly, a figure stood in their way.

Before the drunks could lose patience, several somewhat large coins were tossed over. The two hurriedly caught them and exchanged a glance.

Three minutes later.

Green District, Tu’er Street, White Ocean Bar.

Red, blue, white, purple. Amidst the intricate patterns of four mixed neon lights, three people stood quietly.

Casio looked up at the dazzling signboard.

He led the two quickly inside.

The interior was much larger than it appeared from outside, with circular stools placed in front of the oak-colored round counter. Inside the counter were bartenders dressed in black and white waistcoats.

The bar was filled with various customers, either clinking glasses loudly or drinking alone. There was also a quiet stage, where men and women chatted amid the dim lights. Occasionally, some would walk into a dark corner.

Soon, strange noises could be heard.

Compared to the bars in the core district, those in the Green District were undoubtedly more blatant. Those who came here came to have fun.

Bars, nightclubs, underground boxing rings, strip clubs…

And so on and so forth.

With the prosperous economy of East Sea County’s largest city and the influx of fresh crowds from the nearby East Sea City port, the service industry in the Green District was thriving, and the grey market was quite developed.

Several new casinos and bars have recently opened up here.

Aside from some nobles, the Green District was one of the first places people in East Sea City thought of when it came to nighttime entertainment. Especially recently, it has been bustling. The underground boxing ring located beneath the White Ocean Bar was particularly lively last night.

Several unfamiliar boxers from outside the county provided high-quality fights, unafraid of blood and frequent injuries. Fierce like beasts, they had at least three people carried out last night.

They were covered in blood, the injuries had reached the bone and they probably wouldn’t live much longer.

But isn’t that what the audience of the underground boxing ring wanted to see? Therefore, tonight’s underground boxing ring was even more explosive.

The entrance of several nearby shops saw an endless stream of people pouring in. There were quite a few people as early as eight in the evening. It wasn’t until around ten o’clock that the crowd began to thin.

The bald bartender, who seemingly stood at the highest position inside the counter, glanced at Casio and his group. He probably had an idea what they were here for.

But according to the rules, he didn’t voice it out, just continued wiping glasses.

It wasn’t until Casio walked over, placed several notes on the oak counter, and said, “Three glasses of Bering’s destructive fire, please…”

The bald bartender snapped his fingers and instructed.

“Tom, Gary, give them three entry tickets.”

In just twenty seconds, the glass wine cups were pushed in front of Casio and his group. The three didn’t hesitate, immediately downing their drinks.

Then, a bartender in a black waistcoat emerged from the side of the counter, leading the three down a corridor around a corner.

Two turns later, a secluded alley appeared in front of them. It sat at the back of the bar. At the entrance of the alley, two men looking like bodyguards glanced over. Seeing the bartender, they let them pass without trouble.

The three of them entered the alley, and a hidden underground entrance appeared before their eyes. Casio and his cohorts were led downstairs.

They encountered several brawny bodyguards along the winding path.

Eventually, the bartender pushed open a door for the three of them.

The restrained light, sound, and smell were suddenly released. The mixture of yellow and white light abruptly appeared before their eyes.

“Vulture No. 11 is attacking! He’s attacking! Black Wolf No. 7 can’t defend! Is this going to result in nine straight wins?!” A voice cheered from the high platform. “Woo! Nine in a row! The Vulture defeated his opponent; Black Wolf’s left arm was torn off!”

A man in a suit was commentating on the arena from a sideline podium, waving his arms excitedly.

“Let’s congratulate the Vulture!” He raised a finger.

Immediately, the audience, regardless of their status, began to cheer and shout the Vulture’s name. A black-suited man with a polished appearance stood up, laughing heartily, clenching the betting slip in his hand, his face swollen red. Sultry service industry ladies twisted their bodies in seeming resistance to the roving hands behind them, but in reality, were inching closer toward the men beside them.

The resonating voices were deafening, and the smell of blood and sweat lingering in the air served to fuel their excitement.

Just witnessing this scene was enough to make one’s heart race.

On the side stage, the host continued loudly, “Also, congratulations to the customers who placed bets on number 11 in the betting pool…”

He suddenly coughed.

“Next, we have the most delightful segment!”

“The defeated, Black Wolf No. 7! His fate will be determined by your cheers!!! This is today’s surprise bonus; the fate of a warrior will be decided by you!”

The atmosphere in the underground boxing ring became even more heated, presenting to Casio and his companions an image of chaos, impulsive frenzy.

“Enjoy your stay,” said the bartender.

“Of course, we will enjoy ourselves.”

A strange, ferocious smile appeared on Casio’s face.

The bartender shivered, yet turned his head around and started to return to where they came from.

Meanwhile, Casio and the others stood at the highest spot at the entrance, silently looking down at the entire underground boxing ring.

The begging on the arena, the soft gasps of women in the audience seat, the shouts of men exclaiming “kill him!”, the host’s exhortations, all these sounds mixed together. Like a vile and rational hand, they incessantly stirred the heartstrings of everyone present.

Only the gazes of the three Casio-men remained cold, unfazed by all the ruckus.

“Now, those in favor of killing the Black Wolf, please make some noise!!!”

The host began to stir the masses.

“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”

Even the usually well-dressed have ripped off their genteel masks, turning red in the face from shouting for others to kill, their excitement beyond measure.

Next to the entrance, Feng Liusi glanced at Casio who stood beside him.

“How is it?”

“The infection of the dark aura provokes madness,” Casio opened his eyes slowly, “Additionally, I can sense that the aura of the dark creatures in this underground boxing ring is incredibly thick. At least ten percent of the people here are from the Blood Spirit Association. They are selecting their targets for tonight…”

“This many people, even if it’s just ten percent, isn’t it still a bloodbath?” Sheng Feinan, who was standing next to them, looked around and then commented.

“Yes… yeah, it’ll be quite a bloodbath…”

Feng Liusi’s hands were slightly trembling. Strands of red vapor seemed to be uncontrollably swelling inside him, desperately escaping from his pores. His expression grew more and more raptor-like.

“Can we start now? I can hardly bear it.”

Feng Liusi deeply inhaled the intoxicating scent of blood.

“Kacha.”

Casio closed the door to the entrance and turned around.

“Killing is like drinking, always remember not to overindulge. Don’t deviate again… If you are mentally prepared, then please carry on…”