This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 513: Chen Ke and Hall’s Early Morning

Chapter 513: Chapter 513: Chen Ke and Hall’s Early Morning

At dawn, the sun had not yet risen above the horizon, but the sky was slowly brightening. In the chilly air, there was a feeling of warmth.

Chen Ke could no longer wait and woke up Hall, hoping he could quickly take him to the bar to find Lucina.

But Hall was not like Chen Ke, who seemed to have endless energy without eating or drinking. Considering Hall had been attacked by a group of Si’s consortium assassins the night before and had been shot in the shoulder, Chen Ke rationally couldn’t push him too hard.

In the kitchen, Chen Ke rummaged around and took out milk and slices of bread from the refrigerator. If it had been up to him, he might have just eaten them as they were, but Hall insisted on heating them in the toaster and making sandwiches.

He searched in the fridge again and found a packaged, unopened block of ham in the lower cabinet, so he took one out.

Chen Ke had never used, or even seen, a toaster before, but it wasn’t difficult to use. He plugged it in, inserted the bread into the slots, pressed the lever and let it do its work.

While the bread was toasting, Chen Ke tore open the ham package and cut it into square slices with a kitchen knife. After cutting seven or eight slices, that should be enough to make a few sandwiches.

The ham looked more like luncheon meat, rectangular and tender with thick skin. The outside was an orange-yellow color, but the inside was pinkish. He wasn’t sure what additives were used to make it look so appealing.

He then took out a cup, washed it in the sink, and poured it full of milk. Thinking about it, Chen Ke also poured a cup for himself to avoid Hall’s questioning why he wasn’t eating.

After a busy while, the toaster pinged and popped out two orange-yellow slices of bread. He took them out, put in two more slices, and started making the first sandwich.

Basically, it was just a matter of putting slices of ham between the bread. He saw a bottle of white sauce next to the cabinet, sniffed it, and thought it was salad dressing, quite popular in Western cuisine.

So, mimicking what he had seen, Chen Ke squeezed a big dollop on the ham, then topped it with another slice of bread.

Tada! Chen Ke’s first-ever sandwich was ready.

"You know... I’ve only ever made scrambled eggs for Lucina once before," Chen Ke said as he took out a small plate, placed the sandwich on it, and brought it to the table with the cups.

"I won’t forget that," Hall said, rubbing his hands together, already hungry.

The morning news was broadcasting a report on FBI agent White being shot dead, but the crime scene was not at the top floor of Si’s consortium. It had been moved to a dirty ditch outside the city.

Another news story reported that Si’s consortium had been attacked by a group of armed criminals the previous night. The S.W.A.T promptly arrived and engaged in a firefight with the gunmen, and despite heavy losses, they annihilated them.

Chen Ke chuckled. It seemed the organization behind White was immensely powerful to manage such a high-level affair in so short a time.

Hall quickly cleaned himself up, found a jacket in Hainerd’s closet to change into, and then left with Chen Ke. They did not go to the Illusion Dream Center; Chen Ke wasn’t ready to share that secret with him yet.

Lucina’s red muscle car had been lent to Diana, so they drove an old pickup left by Hainerd at the house’s doorstep to Raffi Road. The vehicle was 10 years old but still in good condition, showing that Hainerd had probably spent money on its maintenance.

Driving in silence, with Hall catching up on sleep in the car until 8 a.m., they finally stopped in a remote location off the commercial street on Raffi Road.

The bars that hosted underground boxing were not located in busy areas, but Chen Ke wondered, if they had to dig underneath the bar for the boxing arena, just how large and deep must it be?

Hall expertly led Chen Ke to a bar named "Black Highway" nearby.

Through the glass door, Chen Ke saw that it was empty and void of any signs of being open.

"Isn’t the bar supposed to open at night? Should we come back later?" asked Chen Ke.

"No, there’s a trick to it. Just watch," Hall said confidently, smiling as he knocked three times on the glass door.

Chen Ke stood by, waiting.

Tap, tap, tap.

Hall knocked another three times.

"Even if there’s someone inside, they probably won’t open the door for strangers," Chen Ke commented.

He activated his Spiritual Vision and scanned underneath the bar. No one was there. He looked inside the bar again; still, no one.

"Wait, they’re probably testing our patience," Hall insisted.

"There’s no one inside. We should try another place," Chen Ke suggested.

"No, no, it’s not about knocking for people inside to hear; it’s a signal for those outside to see," Hall clarified, shaking his head.

"Huh?" Chen Ke was puzzled.

Just then, two Black men got out of a white muscle car nearby and walked toward Chen Ke and his group.

"Look, here they come," Hall said with a smile to Chen Ke.

Chen Ke, unfamiliar with these matters, could only stand aside and wait for Hall to handle it.

"Hey yo! MAN! What are you sneaking around here for, huh?" one of the Black men said.

Chen Ke looked at Hall.

"Don’t worry, buddy, we’re just here to check that out," Hall replied.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying, white dog. Why don’t you just leave your wallets and then scram?" the Black man pressed them aggressively.

"Man, don’t be like that, we’re willing to pay, just let us see it," Hall said.

"Hand over your wallets, then get lost, or you’ll be left bleeding right here," the Black man threatened, pulling out a switchblade.

"We... uh, mean no harm..." Hall gestured soothingly.

"I think they just want to rob us," Chen Ke muttered from the side.

"Don’t add fuel to the fire..." Hall whispered.

"You, you Asian bitch, what did you just say?" the Black man raised the knife toward Chen Ke.

"Hahahaha..." the other Black man laughed.

"Alright, we’re leaving, just like that," Hall spread his hands, seeing the situation was going sour and preparing to leave.

"Stop, stop! You’re not going anywhere. Leave the money," the Black man with the switchblade threatened.

Hall glanced at Chen Ke, who was about to make a move, but Chen Ke shook his head and walked toward the Black man, reaching inside his coat.

"Yeah, that’s right, hand it over," the Black man grinned.

"Pop, pop, pop!"

Chen Ke pulled out a USP pistol and fired three shots into the Black man’s forehead. Divine Blood Bullets blew three bloody holes in his head, and his brains spattered out the back of his skull, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

The second Black man’s eyes bulged as he ran backward to retrieve his own pistol, trying to take cover behind the muscle car.

Chen Ke shot at his heel, shattering his foot and lower leg, knocking off his white athletic shoes.

"Ah!!! Fuck!! Fuck!!" the Black man cursed, clutching his severed leg and rolling on the ground in pain, sweating profusely from his forehead.

"Are you crazy! Killing someone in broad daylight?! How are we going to deal with the bodies?! I didn’t bring body bags!" Hall too was shocked by the scene, but luckily, there weren’t many people on the street in the morning, and this wasn’t the central area of Raffi Road, so it hadn’t attracted any passersby.

Chen Ke walked over to the Black man with the severed leg, shot him in the right bicep, completely disabling his shooting ability, grabbed the man by the collar, and slammed him onto the hood of the muscle car.

"I heard last night there’s a Latina girl fighting in an underground match, and I’d really like to see that," Chen Ke asked calmly.

"Go to 12 Winston Road... behind the red wall on the first floor, ah uh... there are tickets in my pocket... starts at noon..." the Black man said painfully.

"Thanks." Chen Ke let go of the Black man, pulled the tickets from his pocket; they were a small stack resembling bus tickets.

"How are we going to handle the body?" Hall asked.

Chen Ke shot the bar’s lock, then grabbed the other Black man’s corpse and pushed the door open.

Slavin was sitting on Chen Ke’s bed reading a Dark Elf novel when he felt a draft and looked up, almost scared to death.

"Help me throw it off the cliff," Chen Ke said, dumping the Black man’s body inside.

"Fuck... what is this? Fuck! A body!" Slavin screamed in fright.

Chen Ke ignored him and closed the door.

"Who was that?" Hall asked, dumbfounded, pushing the door of the café open again. The scene inside was completely changed.

"It’s taken care of. Lucina is still waiting for us," Chen Ke said.