Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 70 008. Jazz Bar
"Hey, newbie, wake up!"

Lazy patted the face of the active dragon horse.

"What's wrong..." The young man was still sleepy, having just gotten out of bed.

When he regained consciousness, he found that binge eating had already been cleaned up.

The latter smiled at him, but his face was slightly pale, and his smile seemed weak.

"Something came up unexpectedly, everyone's getting ready to go, and I'm calling you along." Laziness was no longer cynical, flames burning in his eyes as he licked his back teeth. "Let's take care of any fearless guys this time."

Soon, everyone appeared in front of him.

It was midday, and the sun was blazing.

When the dragon-horse saw the sunlight falling on the ground, it felt strange and, due to its physiological reaction, even felt a sense of fear.

"Hey kid, don't stand in the sun, you'll die!" Lazy shouted.

After chatting all night, Gluttony became much closer to him and kindly explained on his behalf, "White Walkers are afraid of sunlight. The weaker White Walkers will melt away when they come into contact with sunlight."

Ryoma glanced at the golden light in the corner, where the afternoon sun cast short, thick black shadows. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he reached out, feeling a sense of unease.

"Of course, those with stronger physiques might be able to tough it out on their own. But if anything seems amiss, Dongjun, notify us immediately. Don't try to push yourself."

The dragon-horse nodded vigorously, "Okay."

He could clearly see Gluttony's thin body, emitting a faint wisp of smoke, like rising white mist.

Clearly, the sickly man's physical condition was also unsatisfactory.

A truck was driving towards us, with a small, airtight container on its back.

Enraged, he leaned out of the driver's seat, waved his hand, and said, "Get in!"

Before the dragon could even take notice, the outdoor area was covered with tall, dense trees, like layers upon layers of protective netting, blocking out the sunlight and letting in dappled, bright white silhouettes.

Arrogance sat arrogantly in the passenger seat, while the others were already prepared and sitting on cushions in the container.

"Let me show you the rules of survival in the world of the White Walkers."

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In the dimly lit room, the orange light shone on our faces, the red sofa looked dull under the light, the transparent glass coffee table was overturned, and the wine and peanuts on it were scattered all over the floor, the white cold air from the air conditioner drifted silently, and the hum of the machine could be clearly heard.

On one side of the bar counter sat two burly men, one of whom had a full beard and a tight vest that couldn't hide his muscles. He had dragon and tiger tattoos on his shoulders and stared fiercely at the people below him before taking a big gulp of bubbly liquor.

Just across the aisle from them, another group of people stared coldly, sitting in twos and threes on the sofa. In the dim light, their hair fell down, obscuring their faces, but their sinister eyes peeked out from between their hair.

At the far side, a young man dressed as a waiter in black and white held a plate in front of him, remaining silent and not daring to speak. Seeing the stalemate between the two sides, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. He glanced at the kitchen door, where the manager had already hidden inside, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"No one is leaving until we get an explanation!" The group of people on the sofa surrounded a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and an earring, their voices demanding and aggressive.

People around stepped forward, some reaching into their inner pockets, poised to fight.

"Your Qingtian Gang has quite the grand airs." The man at the bar sneered. "Everything is about first come, first served. This place was settled first by our Hongdou Sect."

The two sides were exchanging words, their voices growing louder and louder, but the situation remained deadlocked.

Each side believes it is no less powerful than the other, but they also have to be wary of the other's strength. If a conflict breaks out, members will rush over at any time.

"Where are all the people from Ranshan Hall? Are you even going to do business anymore?!"

Unable to reach a stalemate, they called out to the waiter in the corner.

"Give me a straight answer: to whom do you want to transfer it?"

The young man cautiously peeked his face out from behind the tray and said timidly, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm just a temporary worker. Please wait for the manager to arrive..."

The man glared fiercely, stepping off the high stool behind the bar and surrounding the young man like a mountain. The corner where the young man was cowering instantly became shrouded in shadow. The man reached out his claws and said, "Get your manager out here!"

He reached out but grasped nothing.

The young man hurriedly ducked down and sat on the ground, thus avoiding the grab.

He let out an incomprehensible scream, and the plastic plate in his hand wobbled and rolled a few times before falling into some corner with a clattering sound, further fueling the anger.

The tattooed man glared at the young man, feeling humiliated, and viciously bent down to grab the young man's collar.

The young man was so frightened that he swayed to the side, slapped the ground with both hands, and managed to shift his position.

This is the second time! It's no longer just a matter of losing face; in this standoff, my embarrassment has given the other side a huge advantage.

"You dare to hide!" The man's muscles instantly came to life, each muscle clenching together and twisting into the shape of granite.

"Guest, please don't do this!"

The young man moved swiftly, got up in a disheveled state, looked at the burly man with a livid face, and staggered backward.

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder.

He had just begun to turn around when a gust of wind behind him brought a chill.

The man's accomplice punched him without saying a word.

The young man ducked down, and the elegant white shirt and black jacket of the waiter were instantly torn in several places. A gust of wind from a punch swept across his shiny hair, startling him so much that his hair stood on end. When he came to his senses, the young man looked shaken and his hair was disheveled.

"Are you a monkey in the Chinese zodiac?"

As he spoke, the man kicked out, aiming for the back of the young man's head.

The kick went slightly off-target, and the young man had already leaped and flipped away. He didn't have time to stop, and his kick hit the table. The table legs scraped together sharply, and the glass shattered and popped.

Those waiting outside had a cold look in their eyes, thinking they had heard the signal to attack. They rallied the people behind them, instantly rolled up their sleeves, drew knives from their trouser legs and coats, and rushed in.

The Qingtian Gang members were also enraged. Seeing the broken pieces at their feet, they realized that the two men were provoking them and stood up abruptly.

"You're still putting on airs in front of us, do you really think we're dead?"

At this moment, the sounds of bottles and jars being smashed could be heard from the people outside on both sides.

Hearing the commotion on the ground, the two men from Hongdou Sect turned menacing and kicked over a round stool, the creaking sound intensifying their brutality: "Let's fight!"

For a moment, shouts of anger from both sides, the sound of glass cabinets shattering, and things being smashed rose and fell.

The soothing classical music in the bar was drowned out by the sounds of shouting and fighting.

The young man carefully crawled out of the chaotic crowd and hurriedly chose a way to escape.

He kept his head down, afraid of attracting attention, until a pair of brown leather boots blocked his way, at which point he shakily raised his head.

The woman's eyes were bound tightly with white cloth, and her light red lips stood out even more against her fair skin.

She wore a long, black suit jacket with the flared hem hanging down to her thighs. She was tall and slender, holding a knife in a reverse grip. The long, slanted blade ran horizontally across her waist, revealing menacing fangs that gleamed in the warm orange light.

She stood quietly, as if she had been there all along.

The bar fell silent instantly.

The fighters remained locked in combat, each gripping the other's flesh, while the other stood his ground, letting the other's blood stream down his face. The swords that had clashed with each other were then withdrawn.

The atmosphere was frozen, somewhat eerily.

Jin Ziyue said somewhat apologetically, "Hello, welcome. What would you like to drink?"

Don't ask me why I'm updating extra chapters; I won't tell you it's my lunar birthday. And don't ask if I celebrate it according to the Gregorian calendar; the answer is simply that I do.

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