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Chapter 15 Night Hunt

The night was as dark as ink, but Wujin Street was still a bustling scene with bright lights.

On the day of Jingzhe, or rather, Lin Ze, who was in control of his clone, stood quietly in the shadows of the alley, gazing at the neon-lit building in the middle of the street.

On the signboard engraved with the words "Joyful Night," a ring of scrolling lights tirelessly rotates, intertwining with the dazzling lights of the surrounding shops, creating a hazy glow in the damp and chilly night air.

Seemingly due to the impact of the previous incident, the security at the disco has been visibly strengthened.

Many burly security guards appeared at the entrance, surveying every face that came into view with sharp, cautious eyes, centered around the bar entrance.

Any suspicious individuals would be swiftly and mercilessly driven away.

Lin Ze observed for a while, then walked towards the bar.

The clone's current appearance is completely different from when it assassinated Zhao Feng. Its height, facial features, and bone structure have all been adjusted. Coupled with its unthreatening, generic face, it has no fear of being recognized.

As expected, the security guard at the door only glanced at him for a moment before quickly shifting his gaze elsewhere, leaving him to push open the cold-looking glass door.

The moment the door hinges began to turn, a deafening electronic beat flooded Lin Ze's ears like a tidal wave, making his eardrums vibrate.

The hall was already packed with people, their heads swaying violently to the rhythm of the bass music, countless arms waving wildly in the air, laughter, shouts and the clinking of glasses mixed together, only to be swallowed up by even stronger drumbeats in an instant.

The dazzling flashes of light swept across the room, illuminating faces flushed with excitement from alcohol and restlessness. The air was thick with the complex scents of cheap alcohol, strong perfume, and a faint hint of tobacco.

On the brightly lit central stage, three graceful dancers are performing a hot dance while entwined around a steel pole.

Dressed in sequined bodysuits, they moved like serpents around steel poles, bending over as the lights shifted, each movement brimming with power and allure, eliciting cheers from the crowd below.

Lin Ze walked through the crowded people and went straight to the bar. He sat down, tapped his fingers lightly on the bar, and snapped them.

"A cup of tropical storm."

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a small mustache, put on a professional smile upon hearing this and began his performance with a flick of his wrist.

He first put a few crystal-clear ice cubes into the frosted cocktail shaker, then poured in freshly squeezed lime juice, followed by equal parts white rum and dark rum. The rich aromas of the two rums instantly intertwined in the air.

With the bartender's elegant and skillful movements, orange juice, grenadine syrup, and passion fruit juice were poured into the pitcher in turn. The pitcher was nimbly turned and shaken in his palm, and the various liquids gradually blended under the impact of the ice cubes, producing a light and rhythmic sound.

In just a few seconds, the bartender strained the mixed liquor into a stemmed glass and carefully garnished the rim with a slice of fresh lemon and a pinch of mint leaves, instantly brightening the entire glass with a touch of refreshing green.

Lin Ze took the glass and sipped it. The cool liquid exploded on his tongue, the slight tartness of lime, the sweetness of passion fruit, the crispness of rum, and the mellow sweetness of pomegranate syrup intertwining in layers, like a tropical storm sweeping over his taste buds, with an extremely rich and complex flavor profile.

"A wonderful taste."

A smile appeared on Lin Ze's face, and he praised him sincerely.

The bartender grinned, intending to say a few words of modesty, but Lin Ze's next words made his expression change.

"It would be even better if it didn't contain any unnecessary ingredients."

"What do you mean by this, sir?" the bartender asked coldly.

"You're a poison master, aren't you?"

Lin Ze put down his wine glass and calmly stared at the man in front of him. The intense red light surrounding the man was so clear and dazzling that it was almost blinding, even under the constantly flashing lights.

"I've heard that many people who come to Huanye for pleasure inexplicably become addicted to drugs afterward, and are forced to spend their entire fortune to buy your 'miracle drugs.' These dirty tricks must be your doing."

Upon hearing this, the bartender could no longer maintain his composure. Without hesitation, he pressed the button under the bar and quickly backed away.

The young man in front of me is still so clear-headed after drinking the wine mixed with "Kiss of Pleasure". His physical condition must be more than 4 points. He is very likely a level 2 professional.

However, just as the bartender took a step back, a cold, silvery glint suddenly caught his eye, so fast that he didn't have time to react.

He felt a chilling coldness on his neck, and all his strength poured out like a flood. He collapsed to the ground, his warm blood gushing out and quickly soaking the floor beneath him.

At the same time, the dense red light on his body suddenly detached from his body and transformed into a dazzling stream of light, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, and went straight into Lin Ze's brow.

hum!

A faint yet pure surge of soul energy flowed into his mind, and the solidified part at the bottom of the translucent star-blue rhombus crystal visibly grew a little longer.

The patrons near the bar all witnessed the bartender fall to the ground. They were stunned for a few seconds before bursting into piercing screams as the smell of blood filled the air.

Lin Ze ignored this and turned to look at the burly men who were surrounding him from all directions.

Without exception, all of these people were radiating a red glow, some more intense than others.

"Where did this blind bastard come from, daring to cause trouble on Blackrock Society territory!"

A burly man with a face full of scars rushed forward first, his blade whistling through the air as he viciously slashed down at Lin Ze's head.

But even faster than him was Lin Ze's sword light!

A sharp silver light flashed like lightning, and the burly man's body stiffened abruptly. His eyes widened as he fell backward, crashing to the ground with a thud. His head rolled three or four meters, and blood gushed from his severed neck, instantly staining a large area of ​​the floor red.

Lin Ze swayed and charged toward the remaining people with an indifferent expression.

Sword Soul is a speed-type class that pursues the ultimate swordsmanship. It is good at quickly entering the enemy formation and performing continuous slashes with a light and agile posture. Its only weakness is that its attack power is slightly insufficient.

The executioner's core advantage lies precisely in his powerful burst of energy and lethality.

The combination and complementarity of the two abilities are far more than a simple one plus one; rather, they enhance his combat capabilities to a level far exceeding those of other professionals of the same level.

These low-level members of the Blackrock Society were at most level 1, and they were completely powerless against the sword light that was faster than lightning.

The sounds of metal clashing, blades piercing flesh, and short screams rang out in succession. In less than half a minute, seven or eight corpses lay on the ground, the stench of blood completely overpowering the smells of alcohol and perfume in the bar.

Only then did the other people in the bar finally notice what was going on.

Seeing the corpses scattered on the ground and the gushing blood, many people couldn't help but let out piercing screams and cries, even drowning out the deafening music.

Chaos erupted like sparks thrown into a powder keg, spreading rapidly throughout the bar. Everyone scrambled toward the door, and cries of pushing, shoving, and trampling filled the air.

The bar's guards quickly realized something was wrong and rushed down from the main entrance and the second-floor stairs to provide support. However, the chaotic crowd became an obstacle. Not only were they unable to pinpoint the intruder's location immediately, but they were also scattered and disorganized by the panicked crowd.

Under the special vision of the Eye of Judgment, everything around faded into a monotonous gray-white, with only the red humanoid silhouettes representing evil standing out conspicuously in the field of vision.

Lin Ze tiptoed through the chaotic crowd like a ghost, and wherever he went, the red outlines disappeared one after another, leaving only corpses lying on the ground.

When the last panicked patron stumbled out the door and the bar hall returned to complete silence, there was not a single living person left standing in the vast space except for Lin Ze.