170: Take this shot!

Passing through the heavy, soundproof doors, the world of noise switched in an instant.

What met their eyes was a den of debauchery that had the very essence of decadence carved into its bones.

Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the dome, each crystal worth more than a life in the slums.

Was that even a carpet beneath their feet?

It was clearly made of whole, stripped animal hides stitched together; every step trod upon luxury and sin.

Waiters wore matching tailcoats, their trays laden with the most expensive red wine and fresh fruit in the apocalypse.

"Tsk tsk, the scene is set quite luxuriously."

Lin Keke linked arms with Chen Du, her small devil horns swaying on top of her head.

Her left eye was full of curiosity, while her right golden eyes were full of mockery: "These NPCs live better than this young lady does. Aren't they afraid of system sanctions?"

"In this place, every floor tile is built from the flesh and blood of the dead."

Xia Xin followed behind, speaking in a low voice.

As the eldest daughter of the Xia family with a pure pedigree, she had a natural aversion to such a place filled with the stench of sin.

"Since we're here, we might as well settle in," Chen Du said with an indifferent expression.

Led by a bowing and scraping waiter, the group walked straight toward the suspended VIP box area on the second floor.

It had the best view, overlooking the entire scene, and was also a symbol of status.

Of course, the cost was also astronomical!

"Apologies, sir!"

Just as they reached the stairs, two roadblocks blocked their way.

Two burly men, two meters tall, with ferocious wolf heads tattooed on their chests and bulging muscles, looked extremely fierce.

"The upstairs area has been reserved by the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group and the Sky Dome Chamber of Commerce. Anyone who isn't..."

The bodyguard hadn't finished his sentence.

A black gold card was already slapped onto his chest.

Thwack!

The force wasn't great, but it made the bodyguard's chest feel tight, almost knocking the wind out of him.

"Anyone who isn't?"

Chen Du's golden eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a heart-stopping pressure.

"In this day and age, are guard dogs this ignorant?"

"Tell your master."

"Leave me a spot upstairs today."

Arrogant!

Unboundedly arrogant!

The two bodyguards' faces turned green, and they were just about to lash out.

From above the stairs, a hoarse voice like sandpaper grinding suddenly came down.

"What a big mouth."

Chen Du looked up slightly.

At the second-floor railing stood a bald man wearing a black tactical vest.

His left eye was a crimson mechanical prosthetic eye, and a lightning-shaped scar ran across his right cheek to the corner of his mouth.

In his hands, he was rolling two... walnuts made from human skulls.

Behind him stood seven or eight fully armed Awakened Ones, all exuding a B-rank aura!

And this bald man had terrifying fluctuations faintly emanating from him!

Seeing this situation, the head waiter leading the way was scared out of his wits.

If they really started fighting, tearing down the shop was a small matter; when gods fight, mortals suffer!

"Oh! My lord! Please calm down! Don't get angry!"

The waiter rushed over like a meatball, blocking the space between Chen Du and the bodyguards.

His face was full of humble obsequiousness, and cold sweat streamed down his temples.

"It's just the subordinates being ignorant and offending a distinguished guest; I apologize for them on their behalf!"

While bowing and scraping to apologize to Chen Du, he leaned in closer:

"Sir, let me be a busybody and advise you... we really can't afford to provoke the one upstairs."

"That's Thunder Shock! A notorious butcher on the Blacklist!"

"And... he has a perverted hobby; he loves to rip out people's spines and use them as whips..."

At this, the waiter couldn't help but shiver.

Meanwhile, Thunder Shock looked down from above.

His gaze swept nakedly over the group of women behind Chen Du.

"Chen Du, right?"

"Heard you're quite impressive at sea. But this is land; even if you're a dragon, you have to coil up."

"What? Bringing your army of wives to entertain the brothers? These legs, not bad..."

Before he could finish, his lackeys behind him erupted into lewd laughter.

Xia Mo's eyes turned cold suddenly.

Her fingertips were already resting on the hilt of the [sword name], and a chilling aura pressed down.

Even the socially anxious An Nuonuo had her cheeks puffed up in anger.

The air compressed frantically in her palm: "His mouth stinks so much, I want to wash it for him!"

However.

Chen Du smiled.

"Xia Lai."

"Here, Captain~~"

Xia Lai stepped forward and stylishly adjusted her suit collar.

Then she let out a hooligan whistle at the bald man upstairs: "Being ugly isn't your fault, but barking wildly in front of beautiful women, that's your mistake."

The next second, the style of the scene changed abruptly!

Click—!

She raised her right hand.

Her originally slender, fair right arm was instantly covered, engaged, and reassembled by countless metal parts flying out of thin air!

In the blink of an eye.

A mechanically giant arm with an exaggerated design and full of sci-fi aesthetics wrapped around her arm!

That was a component of [thug 02]—the Phase Impact Cannon!

"Go to hell!"

Without any nonsense.

A deep blue energy beam blasted directly toward the second-floor railing!

Too fast!

Who could have expected this group of delicate-looking beauties to just fire a cannon without saying a word?

Didn't they even discuss it? This doesn't follow the protocol of showing off!

"Fuck!"

Thunder Shock's expression changed drastically, lightning surging all over his body, crossing his arms in front to try to defend!

Boom—!

The exquisite solid wood railing on the second floor was blasted directly into a pile of wood chips.

Dust and smoke filled the air!

Although Thunder Shock blocked this blow.

He was pushed backward by the impact force for five or six meters, his feet plowing two scorched, deep trenches into the carpet.

"You're courting death!"

Thunder Shock was furious, lightning plasma bursting all over his body.

He was about to pounce down like a mad tiger!

His men behind him also raised their muzzles simultaneously.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out!

The smell of gunpowder was intense to the extreme!

The whole place was dead silent.

One blast?

And it blasted the notorious Thunder Shock away?!

"Still want to eat another blast from me?"

Xia Lai blew on the still-smoking muzzle.

She gave the dirty, disheveled figure on the second floor the middle finger.

Her smile was bright and arrogant: "Keep yapping, and next time I'll aim for that electronic eye of yours."

Chen Du nodded with satisfaction and stepped onto the stairs.

This time.

The two bodyguards at the door were already scared stiff, pressed against the wall, not daring to even breathe loudly.

When passing by the bald man, Chen Du didn't stop.

Just as Thunder Shock wanted to explode with rage and fight to the death, his body suddenly stiffened!

Because he discovered in horror that on the ground, the shadow of that man in white...

Stretched out, defying the laws of physics!

Like a ghost hand reaching out from hell, it was tightly gripping his throat!

Cold, slimy, and exuding an aura of death.

Intuition told him—if he dared to move a single finger, this shadow could instantly snap his cervical spine!

Cold sweat had already soaked through Thunder Shock's tactical vest.

What kind of monster ability is this? This man... is even more terrifying than the rumors!

Chen Du didn't even look at him, just leaving a light sentence echoing in Thunder Shock's ears:

"Wherever I sit, that is the main seat; no one is allowed to disturb me!"

"Not convinced? Then hold it in!"

Not until Chen Du swaggered into a box with all the women did Thunder Shock collapse to the ground, gasping for air.

That suffocating feeling of near-death made his whole body tremble.

"B-Boss... are we just going to endure this?" A subordinate swallowed, his legs shaking.

Thunder Shock's face was gloomy, staring dead at Chen Du's back, squeezing a few words through his teeth:

"Endure my ass! After the auction ends... I'm going to take their bones apart one by one and soak them in liquor!"

Inside the box.

Zhou Qian was very observant.

She took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the leather sofa before respectfully inviting Chen Du to sit.

"Master, please."

She knelt on the carpet, skillfully pouring wine for Chen Du.

Her posture was humble to the point of dust, yet she carried a kind of morbid pride in being a subordinate.

Chen Du leaned back into the sofa, taking the red wine Zhou Qian handed him and taking a sip.

Through the one-way glass, he looked down at the restless crowd below like ants.

"The good show is about to begin."

As if in response to his words, the lights in the center of the stage suddenly brightened!

A host with clown makeup jumped out like a madman.

His sharp voice ignited the entire venue in an instant:

"Ladies! Gentlemen!"

"Welcome to—Hell Carnival Night!!"