Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1041 - 20 Brawling (3 updates, 10000 words)

Chapter 1041: Chapter 20 Brawling (3 updates, 10000 words)

Zhang Heng’s face was covered in bulging flesh, so hideously ugly that it could turn one’s stomach. Not even a hermaphrodite would be so desperate. Pulling the butterfly knife from his fist, he stabbed him again before grabbing his hair, pressing his head down, and brutally smashing it against the wall, blood from his nose and broken teeth scattering around.

The hermaphrodite pushed Zhang Heng’s head into the toilet, flushed, then spat on his hair before nonchalantly walking away.

"What did this kid do?" Muscle man Davis looked at Dantai as he interrogated the young man, picked up a bag beside him, tore it open, took out a pill, and popped it into his mouth to chew.

"Don’t, be careful it’s poisoned." A soldier stopped him.

"Hmm, tastes not bad, want a try?" Davis offered the pill, but no one took it.

"Life is about knowing how to enjoy yourself." After sighing, Davis.

whistled at a passing girl, hitting on her, "Babe, interested in a drink?"

Dantai grabbed the young man’s head and slammed it onto the table; after bleeding, he threw him aside. The Americans nearby were conveniently used as the muscle.

The young man, full of rage, ran off to call for help.

The American soldiers gave Davis a look, trying to get everyone to leave, as it was clear this place would soon turn into a battlefield.

"What, scared?" Dantai provoked the Americans, "If you’re chicken, just scram!"

"You think so?" An American soldier pulled out an M9 military dagger from his high-top military boots, glaring fiercely at Dantai.

"It seems you haven’t taught the newbies some rules they need to obey. Need me to teach them to you?" Dantai leaned back, resting on the sofa, with both feet propped on the table.

Davis said nothing, his gaze shifting to the side where the young man had returned with a group of thugs, with poison snake tattoos on their necks and carrying axes and choppers, who pushed through the crowd and encircled them menacingly.

"Do you know what kind of place this is?" The man leading them, dressed in a black suit, tall and burly with an imposing presence, said, "Break the men’s limbs and throw them out, catch the women and sell them to pay off their debts."

No sooner had the man in the suit finished speaking than Tang Zheng and Dantai, in a perfectly coordinated move, each grabbed a bottle of wine and threw it, smashing it into his face.

The man in the suit’s face bloomed with cuts, pierced by broken glass, and he fell unconscious to the ground.

"Chop them to pieces," another white man roared, reaching for his handgun at his waist; his subordinates, just low-rank outer members, only had melee weapons.

The thugs shouted, like enraged wild wolves. They charged, brandishing sharp axes, toward the booth.

Sekiya Ganta and his group, along with the American newbies, dodged to the side; Anna also ran to hide behind Tang Zheng, while the four American soldiers leapt out like cheetahs, holding military knives in their hands, and began the close combat.

Davis pounced on the handgun man, crushing his wrist with one hand and then striking his neck with the edge of his hand, going for the kill.

The unlucky man’s neck bones snapped, and then he was used by Davis as a human flesh club, battering the approaching thugs into retreat.

Tang Zheng and Dantai sat back and watched, not lifting a finger.

Teng Yuangxiang wisely chose to dodge, throwing herself into Tang Zheng’s arms, intentionally pressing her chest against him.

Pang Meiqin started her slaughter, darting out like a sly fox. She twisted her waist, dodging the axe aimed at her face, quickly grabbed the axe handle, and brought up her knee, hitting the thug in the gut.

The thug, in pain, let go and stumbled back, only to see the sharp edge of the axe, under the laser light, slicing toward him with a silvery streak.

Pang Meiqin passed the thug, and behind her was half of a head flying up, which landed on the table with a thud.

After being enhanced by the Battle Pandora Potion, Pang Meiqin had become more formidable, no adversary could match her. The Beautiful Leg Stewardess wielded the axe chopping effortlessly, and in less than ten seconds, she had them floored, the ground littered with a dozen contorted bodies and scattered limbs.

Bang, Pang Meiqin flung the axe down, nailing it in the neck of a howling thug, beheading him; she then sat back on the sofa and propped her beautiful legs on the table.

The American soldiers were stunned by Pang Meiqin’s bloody methods, even Davis was somewhat astonished. His Beastification System ability gave him an edge in hand-to-hand combat, yet the thought of facing off against the powerful presence of the Beautiful Leg Stewardess made him somewhat nervous.

The patrons of Venom Bar only now started to scream in panic, fleeing the scene.

"The next wave of thugs will definitely have guns, be careful." Tang Zheng looked at Aihara Chiharu, "Yuanxiang, take her out."

Teng Yuangxiang shook her head, as being by Tang Zheng’s side was surely the safest place, and she harbored a sense of crisis, wanting to rid of every woman by his side.

"I’m fine," Aihara Chiharu said, touched, shaking her head in refusal.

The Americans clearly had a plan after splitting up; by then, each of the four soldiers had pulled out an M1911A1 handgun from their waists, ready for what was to come.

Chaotic footsteps approached as a group of men in black suits stormed into the bar. They quickly opened their jackets and drew handguns, intent on firing at the survivors. Six of them even brandished Thompson submachine guns.

Davis, who was prepared, let out a loud yell and grabbed a sofa to shield everyone. Four soldiers took cover and fired back, while Sekiya Ganta and his trio ducked behind the sofa, holding their heads. Aoki Hiroshi, deeply concerned for Aihara Chiharu, lay on top of her, worried that a stray bullet might hit her.

Tang Zheng kicked out, sending a round table flying towards the villains like a forcefully kicked soccer ball. He then pulled out an Uzi submachine gun and sprayed bullets at them.

Pang Meiqin grabbed with one hand and stood up, flinging the sofa outward as she rose.

The formation of the men in suits crumbled, they dodged aside, then got shot and fell into pools of blood. In less than twenty seconds, the floor was littered with corpses.

The choking smell of gunpowder spread, and Tang Zheng changed his clip.

Pang Meiqin stepped out and casually bent down to pick up an axe, used it to kill a villain who had been shot in the thigh but was not yet dead, and then picked up a Thompson submachine gun from the pile of bodies.

Without waiting for Tang Zheng’s orders, Sekiya Ganta had already dashed out and collected all the remaining Chicago Typewriters, checking the ammunition on the corpses.

"A very perceptive newbie," praised Davis, but then his face turned fierce as he roared at the newbies, "What are you staring at? Go pick up the spoils of war."

"What’s going on here?" The ace enforcer, cuddling his transvestite lover, came out and stared at the bodies everywhere, startled. He was dragging Yin Zhijian by the ankle, just pulling him along the ground.

"Got ****?" Teng Yuanxiang couldn’t hold back her laughter when she saw Yin Zhijian’s protective clothing and underwear dangling at his knees, his buttocks exposed and covered with handprints.

"I thought this guy was out there getting some action, didn’t expect this to be his taste," Dantai remarked sarcastically, a smile also spreading across his face. He guessed that Yin Zhijian would probably be psychologically scarred for life.

"Bastards, who are you with?" The ace enforcer, enraged, hurled Yin Zhijian at Pang Meiqin, then drew his gun and opened fire at them.

An American male newbie got shot and screamed as he fell into a pool of blood.

Pang Meiqin dodged and returned fire with her gun.

"I’ve been shot, save me!" The male newbie’s screams came to an abrupt halt as the transvestite shot him in the head, blowing his brains out.

Tang Zheng and Dantai fired, filling the ace enforcer’s body with bullets. He fell backwards to the ground, while Davis killed the transvestite.

With a thud, no one caught Yin Zhijian, and the poor guy hit the ground, waking up in pain. Seeing Tang Zheng and his group in the bar, he blushed with shame and wished he could disappear into a crack in the floor.

"First get your pants up!" Teng Yuanxiang taunted.

"Why would you charge in like that? Are you an idiot?" Dantai asked, puzzled by the bodies of the ace enforcer and the transvestite.

"Why think so much? There’s no shortage of fools these days," Davis said matter-of-factly, not bothered by the death of the newbies, "Clean up, we’re leaving."

"Look out!" An American soldier shouted angrily.

The bodies of the ace enforcer and the transvestite shriveled as their blood and life were sacrificed; a wisp of black smoke emerged from their skins and quickly coalesced into two demons.

Simultaneously, the ceiling broke open, shattering, and "Chicago Typewriter" Anna fell through, chased by six of the same lower demons Tang Zheng had encountered before.

The survivors opened fire, and the scene became chaotic in an instant. Not only that, some of the slain men in suits had summoning magic arrays on them, which got activated upon their death, bringing forth lower demons.

A total of twelve demons roared as they began their hunt in the bar.

A demon leapt forward, grabbed an American male newbie by the head, then opened its mouth to launch a sonic attack. Another new woman dodged the sound wave, which hit the wine rack instead, shattering all the glass bottles and spilling the liquor.

Facing the demon that charged at her, Pang Meiqin held her gun in one hand and fired at its head while swinging her axe with the right hand, slicing open its belly with a bloody gash.

Tang Zheng threw a punch, sending a demon that had just pounced on him flying away.

The Conquerors were at ease, but the newbies were in deep trouble, especially the three American newbies who had strayed from Davis’s side. They had been scavenging for guns and now it turned into a cause for their demise.

The demon swung its arm, hurling the male newbie in its hand to the ground, smashing him into a meatloaf, soft and squishy. Another female newbie was slow to run and got torn in half by a demon that grabbed her arm and head. The last woman lived only a few seconds longer.

The demon leapt onto her, bent down and yanked her head off, then, like hitting a baseball, hurled it at Davis.

The muscular man fired, blasting the head, still attached to a piece of the spine.

Thus, four American newbies died, while the Japanese newbies, having stayed by the Conquerors, barely escaped disaster.