Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1277 - 31 Nest

Chapter 1277: Chapter 31 Nest

In front of them was a massive dance floor, bursting the night with explosive music and colorful laser lights. Young people twisted their bodies frantically, sweating profusely, screaming at the top of their lungs to vent their emotions.

Tang Zheng frowned. He hated places like this. Seeing a path on the left, he stuck close to the wall and headed toward the bar. As waiters, they should be familiar with all the staff in the nightclub.

A frail youth, reeking of alcohol, staggered over with a bottle in hand. Before he even got close, he began yelling for Tang Zheng and his gang to get lost.

Zhao Dongtao wanted to push him away, but Teng Yuangxiang was quicker. Stepping out from the crowd, he lunged forward in one quick motion and delivered a fierce stomp to the young man’s abdomen.

The unfortunate youth screamed and tumbled away, curling up like a shrimp. Everyone even heard the sound of something crushing.

The group didn’t stay a moment longer, stepping over the youth’s body and gathering around the bar.

"Stranger, we don’t welcome troublemakers here. Get lost quickly," the bartender sneered at Tang Zheng as he wiped a goblet with a paper towel, then resumed his work. To him, these people were insignificant; he could handle them single-handedly.

Teng Yuangxiang was about to make a move again but was stopped by Tang Zheng.

"I’m looking for Little Red Riding Hood. Tell her to come out," Tang Zheng said coldly.

"Shouldn’t you ask if there’s a person called Little Red Riding Hood?" Jing Lan was puzzled, not understanding the meaning of Tang Zheng’s words. It was actually simple. Asking directly was a verbal trap—the bartender would assume he knew Little Red Riding Hood worked there, leaving only two possible answers: she’s here or there’s no such person.

"What’s your relationship with Little Red Riding Hood?" The bartender fell for the trap without realizing, implying she did exist. Dantai and his companions finally relaxed a bit.

"A creditor. She owes me a huge sum of money," Tang Zheng lied effortlessly. Before confirming the bartender’s relationship with Little Red Riding Hood, claiming to be a creditor was the safest strategy. Nobody wanted to get involved in such disputes, lest they admit friendship and complicate matters further, effectively sealing this avenue.

"How much?" the bartender asked after a brief silence. Without waiting for Tang Zheng’s response, he slammed the goblet on the bar with a smack, "Bastard, are you trying to fool me? How could Little Red Riding Hood owe you these scumbags any money?"

The bartender glared fiercely at Tang Zheng, flashing his white teeth, wishing he could tear him apart.

"Hey, watch your language, or I’ll smash your teeth in!" Zhao Dongtao lifted his shirt to reveal a Glock pistol tucked into his waistband.

Several customers sitting nearby, witnessing the confrontation, hurriedly moved away. However, some hotel staff approached, lining up nearby with fierce looks on their faces.

"Ha, smash my teeth? Give it a try!" The bartender licked his teeth with his tongue, arrogant, displaying scorn for lesser beings.

"Be cautious, something’s off," Ruan Feifei frowned, noticing that the bartender had particularly sharp teeth.

"Why worry? We can fight our way out if necessary!" Pang Meiqin was carefree. If Tang Zheng hadn’t spoken up, she would have already started a brawl.

Dantai wasted no time, pulling out a rocket launcher, aimed at the bartender, "What did you say? I didn’t hear clearly!"

"Since you’re all eager to die, don’t blame me. Come on, I’ll take you to the boss!" the bartender glanced at the rocket launcher, unconcerned and vaulted over the bar, heading towards a staircase not far away.

In the nightclub’s underground second floor was a small boxing ring surrounded by nearly a thousand seats, filled with an audience waving their betting slips, riveted by the life-and-death struggle between two boxers on the ring, screaming wildly.

The lights were all focused on the ring, casting a dim shadow on the spectators, drenching their faces with uneven shadows, along with their shouts, making them seem like wild beasts ready to devour someone.

Tang Zheng and his party could instantly feel the overwhelming chaotic atmosphere as they entered, piercing their eardrums. The bloody melee between the two muscular men on the ring seemed to even mix a faint scent of blood into the air.

Although the newbies weren’t terrified enough to wet themselves, they felt their legs go weak and unconsciously huddled closer together. The Conquerors were indifferent, as if watching a bunch of clowns.

The bartender led them through a dim hallway, knocking on the door of a private room.

"Come in!" A hoarse voice emerged as two men in black suits flung open the door, releasing rapid moans.

The bartender glared provocatively at Tang Zheng and gestured for them to enter.

"Apart from Dantai and Brother Lin, the rest wait outside," Tang Zheng said, ignoring the black-suit bodyguards who had their hands on their handguns, and walked through the door.

This was a luxurious private room, furnished with opulent Persian carpets and expensive furniture. On the left, a liquor cabinet filled with fine spirits from around the world, where a blonde foreigner dressed as a Bunny Girl was mixing drinks. In the center, on the sofa, a balding middle-aged man sprawled out in a relaxed pose.

Another Bunny Girl was holding a fruit tray, stuffing cherries into the mouth of the middle-aged man.

Lin Weiguo pulled a disgusted grimace and drew his handgun. The six bodyguards were startled and simultaneously drew their weapons, four of which were MP5Ks. Just as they were about to take action, Tang Zheng pulled out a rocket launcher and fired at the liquor cabinet.

Boom—the explosion wreaked havoc, shattering bottles and sending shards flying. As the flames died down and the shockwave flipped the sofa, the middle-aged man and the Bunny Girl fell to the floor, pinned beneath it.

However, in the next second, as the middle-aged man waved his hand, the sofa, heavy as it was, soared like a sheet of paper and hurled towards Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng pivoted on his left foot, whipping a kick at the sofa, sending it crashing back to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was slow to react and took another hit. He rolled out like a ball of meat while the Bunny Girl leaped up, her face contorted and morphing in shape.

A pair of bat-like wings sprouted from the Bunny Girl’s back, her face drained of blood, turning pale. Opening her mouth, now filled with sharp fangs, she aimed for Tang Zheng’s neck.

Thud—even before she reached Tang Zheng, she was kicked over, and an arm flew up to the ceiling.

"My blood, I need to feed!" screamed the Bunny Girl. Losing a great deal of blood, her skin quickly wrinkled and dried, aging her into an ugly old crone in seconds.

"Are you vampires?" Dantai asked, looking at the Bunny Girl’s form, his tone indifferent.

Shoosh—all six bodyguards in the room transformed, the bartender included, sprouting wings and fangs. For them, blood was life, and losing it meant rapid aging.

Lin Weiguo and Dantai also drew their weapons, prepared for confrontation.

"What do you want from me? Without a valid reason, I’ll drain your blood!" The middle-aged man wasn’t angry, not bothering to cover up his indiscretion, and walked over to the deceased Bunny Girl, kicking her head. "Tch, a failure. Being bitten doesn’t make you a real vampire."

"They are looking for Little Red Riding Hood, claiming she owes them money!" The bartender answered, overlooking the corpse on the floor since humans were merely food to them, much like a piece of discarded bread to others.

"Are you joking? Would the great vampires borrow filthy human money?" The middle-aged man laughed heartily, then glared viciously at Tang Zheng. "We always just take, owing you money is an honor for you."

"Call out Little Red Riding Hood; we want to talk to her directly." Lin Weiguo clenched his fists. If this man continued to blather, he was ready to break his bones and beat him into submission.

"Fine, but you must first defeat my boxer." The middle-aged man pointed at the boxing ring outside, pompous as a rooster.

The match above had already been decided; one man had his neck twisted and was thrown off the platform. Apart from two security guards dragging away his body, no one cared about him. Those who lost cursed their luck, and winners either collected their prizes or placed more bets, waiting for the next bout.

"I’ll go!" Lin Weiguo turned to leave, aiming for a quick resolution, but Dantai held him back.

"Can’t you see he’s toying with us?" Dantai scoffed condescendingly. Hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed loud.

"Exactly! You humans will always be mere slaves to our bloodline!" The middle-aged man lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and pointed at Tang Zheng and his group. "Kill them."

The middle-aged man was just buying time by talking, waiting for reinforcements. However, he had underestimated the combat ability of the Warhammer team.

Lin Weiguo swiped his wristwatch and grabbed the Bloodthirsty Army Spike, lunging toward a vampire bodyguard. From below upwards, he shoved the dagger into the vampire’s heart, blood oozing thickly from the blade. Before the bodyguard could counterattack, the Old Soldier mashed his heart, using him as a meat shield to tackle another vampire.

Dantai didn’t use his gun; a chrysanthemum-patterned blade shining bright, he beheaded the vampire.

Tang Zheng burst forward. The winged middle-aged man hadn’t even started to exert force when he suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes. A large hand grabbed his face, and moments later, his body was lifted and then smashed down onto the ground.

Despite the cushion of the blanket, the floor cracked under him, his bones felt as if they had shattered.

Sizzle—Tang Zheng stepped on the middle-aged man’s neck, placing Shiyedaiwan close to his head, nearly piercing his cheek.

"Now, are you ready to talk? My patience is very limited!"