People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 172 Sacrifices and Revelry

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Suren was somewhat helpless, but seeing her serious expression, she sighed and obediently extended her right hand.

Patty then gave a satisfied hum, placed her hand in his palm, and gracefully got out of the car.

Today she wore a beige off-the-shoulder lace mini dress. The cinched waist accentuated her slender figure, and a delicate silver necklace adorned her fair collarbone. Her blonde hair was styled in an updo, with only a few wisps framing her face. The asymmetrical lace skirt cascaded down her back, its length just covering her thighs.

"How is it? Pretty, right?"

Patty slightly raised her chin, her eyes sparkling.

As soon as she got out of the car, she eagerly grabbed Suren's arm tightly to assert her dominance, while her other hand naturally reached behind her and gently took Carrie's hand.

As she approached, a sweet strawberry scent wafted over, carrying the unique freshness of a young girl.

"good----"

Suren looked down at the genuine leather shoes on her feet, with a small pink bow on the surface.

The combination of this slightly childish item and the sexy, mature lace skirt seems a bit jarring, but perhaps only Patty could pull off this strange outfit.

The university campus was already a sea of ​​revelry.

Rows of temporary colored lights twinkled in the night breeze, illuminating the main road.

The deafening music emanated from the distant speakers, making one's heart beat faster involuntarily.

The lawns along the road were covered with tents of various colors, and groups of young men and women, holding wine glasses, swayed their bodies to the beat, squandering their youthful hormones.

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Suren couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.

It feels like it was a lifetime ago that I last stepped onto a university campus.

Compared to the reserved and scholarly atmosphere of my hometown campus, the air here is filled with a straightforward and open spirit.

Even now, with Patty holding his arm tightly in her arms, many girls still winked at him as he walked by.

Several scantily clad girls even raised their glasses and blew him kisses from afar.

Patty glared angrily the whole way, wishing she could drive all the girls away with her eyes, and the hand holding his arm tightened even more.

In contrast, Carrie, who was standing beside the two, was much quieter.

The noisy environment and the young couples kissing openly without any restraint made this girl, who grew up in a religious family, feel resistant and uncomfortable.

She kept her head down and walked with a slightly hurried pace.

Although Patty was holding her arm tightly, Suren still noticed Carrie's unusual behavior.

He coughed twice and gestured to Patty with his eyes.

Patty paused, then looked at Carrie, who seemed flustered beside her, and said nonchalantly, "Carrie, Suren and I are here! What are you afraid of?"

She grabbed the two of them and tried to move forward: "Slow down, or all the good food stalls will be gone!"

Meanwhile, in a private dressing room backstage at the school auditorium.

The members of the Low Shoulders band were lounging casually on the sofa, with several empty beer bottles and ashtrays scattered on the coffee table.

"I have to say, we're living the dream right now."

The drummer flicked his cigarette ash triumphantly, "Thanks to that fire last time, now the media is hyping us up like we're a rescuer."

Like the Lord of the World.

"Especially when we told the camera that we would donate three percent of the proceeds from our new album to the families of the fire victims, those die-hard fans went absolutely wild, chanting online that we were American heroes!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Upon hearing this, the group burst into laughter.

"Buzz" 6

Just then, lead singer Nikolai's phone suddenly vibrated.

He glanced at the caller ID, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately raised a finger to signal his companion to be quiet.

The previously noisy makeup mirror instantly fell silent.

Nikolai answered the phone and went to a corner to talk for a few minutes.

A moment later, the call ended.

"What's going on? What's happening?"

The group sensed something was off and immediately moved closer.

"Oh shit,"

Nikolai's face was somewhat gloomy: "They said that we need to sacrifice another girl."

"The last sacrifice failed. That girl named Jennifer—wasn't a virgin."

"that's all?!"

The bassist clicked his tongue with a look of regret, "That black-haired girl from last time wasn't a virgin? She was so pretty and had such a hot body. If we had known that sacrificing her was useless, we should have just had some fun in the car first. What a huge loss."

Nikolai, however, didn't seem to care: "How could we become famous without her? With our current reputation, women who want to get into our beds could line up from here to the school gate. Finding a few hot girls wouldn't be difficult at all."

He flicked the cigarette butt from his hand.

A few months ago, they were just a ragtag band struggling to make ends meet, eating cold noodles in a basement every day.

Until someone contacted them privately and told them that all they needed to do was sacrifice a virgin near Los Santos to obtain the wealth and glory they had always dreamed of.

They naturally accepted this deal, which was a sure-fire way to make money.

As long as they can make money, they'd be willing to sacrifice ten, let alone one.

As for the fire in the bar? Of course, they set it off.

The purpose was to create chaos so that they could catch them off guard and kidnap a girl who met the criteria in the confusion.

The so-called "fire hero" title is all a fabrication created by people behind them with money.

What they didn't expect was that they were incredibly lucky that night; even a third-rate band like theirs had fans from their hometown.

The girl named Jennifer was not only beautiful, but also completely unsuspecting of them; she was practically a sacrifice delivered to their doorstep.

Unfortunately, it was a defective product.

"So when do we plan to make our move?"

The keyboardist rubbed his hands together, somewhat impatient.

"What's the rush? Of course, it'll be after our show ends."

A wicked glint flashed in Nikolai's eyes. "If I finish this business quickly, I can go back and have some fun with a few hot girls."

The group exchanged glances and simultaneously let out wicked smiles.

"Dong dong dong 19"

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the dressing room.

A school official opened the door and said politely, "Gentlemen, the dance has already begun. It will be your turn to go on stage in about forty minutes, so please get ready."

The group, who were spewing profanities just a moment ago, instantly reverted to their cool and serious rock star personas, smiling and nodding at the officer.

The door had barely closed when the bassist slammed a beer bottle to the ground: "Damn it! We're this popular now, and this lousy school only lets us squeeze into the middle of the performance? They're really not taking us seriously!"

The group began to curse and swear.

"Alright, stop acting like a country bumpkin and getting impatient."

Nikolai sneered: "Once this sacrifice is successful, they will flatter us even more."

"At that point, a campus carnival of this caliber wouldn't even qualify us to be invited to perform!"

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