The city lights, the hazy night.
The towering buildings and maze-like roads of the bustling metropolis are as bright as day, even at night. It is built by countless people, as numerous as ants, who depend on the city for survival and become the driving force behind its operation.
Every night, people who have worked hard all day start to go crazy, taking their own or others' hard-earned money and rushing into the places that fascinate them the most.
August 2, 2019.
Xiguan City!
The western suburbs of the city are not a particularly prosperous area, but a small white building there manages to absorb a terrifying amount of money that is completely unimaginable to ordinary people.
It's like a greedy beast, devouring people's spirit and flesh, yet also captivating and enchanting them.
The first floor is a casino, the second floor is a VIP casino, and very few people can enter from the third floor upwards. Those who can enter are all wealthy businessmen and social celebrities.
The VIP casino on the second floor is divided into eighteen gates. The lowest level is 'Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter', the next level is 'Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum', then 'Stars and Stars' and 'Wood, Water, Fire and Wind', and the highest level is of course the 'Heaven and Earth' gates.
At this moment, at the entrance of the underground gate, seven or eight bunny girls surrounded a portly man. Just as they were about to enter, the man stopped and waved towards the stairs.
"Fourth Master, Fifth Master, want to come in and play a couple of rounds?"
"I'm not in the mood."
The man called Fourth Master was a middle-aged man with a very fat body. When he smiled, he looked like Maitreya Buddha. His chubby body concealed a terrifying power, but it was hidden by his smile. When he smiled, his face was full of fat wrinkles, and he even looked a little cute.
The other one is Fifth Master. His eyebrows and eyes are like those of an owl, and if you turn his hooked nose upside down, it looks like even a barbell could be hooked by the tip of his nose. Only the middle part of his eyebrows is left, as if it has been shaved off. It looks more like the legendary broken eyebrow, the kind that is very cold and ruthless.
"I only gamble with my life, not with money!" Fifth Master said coldly.
"I can't afford to play that game, gentlemen. I, Li, will go play first."
The portly man gritted his teeth slightly. He had just greeted them because he thought he could definitely invite them over with his status. The Fourth Master was alright, speaking politely, but the Fifth Master didn't give him any face at all.
Remembering how terrifying the other person was, he couldn't muster any anger, nor did he dare to show any sign of rage.
Feeling embarrassed, he simply turned around and walked into the even more luxurious Heavenly Gate.
Tianmen's stakes are much higher; if he loses, he'll suffer a severe blow, but...
People fight for pride, even Buddhas fight for a stick of incense; he can afford to lose!
Besides, what if we win?
With that thought in mind, the pot-bellied man strode confidently into the room!
"Hehe." Fourth Master still smiled kindly.
Fifth Master said coldly, "He stepped into the Heavenly Gate just to save face. If he doesn't go bankrupt today, I, Blood Fifth, will make him go bankrupt!"
"What's he worth? Just an overconfident businessman."
There was no elevator in the small white building. Blood Old Fourth took a step out and floated forward along the curve of the stairs. When he reached the ceiling, his fat body strangely stuck to the bottom of the ceiling, as if it had seeped up like a thick liquid.
The same goes for Blood Old Five; after passing through the ceiling, there was a very cozy, creamy-yellow room.
Many women were waiting there, all with radiant smiles, their figures captivating, completely naked, and incredibly alluring. But with a cold snort from Blood Old Five, their pretty faces changed color, and they cautiously shuffled out.
Blood Fourth stopped laughing, his eyes turning sinister as he said, "Speaking of overestimating oneself, Little Eight is truly overestimating himself! The suit-wearing thug has no past grudges or recent feuds with our Blood Fiend Sect, so why did he provoke him? We don't even need to lift a finger; Eight-Armed Rakshasa will have chopped off his head!"
"He was trying to please Cleopatra, but his attempt at flattery backfired."
Blood Old Five picked up the glass to drink, but his hooked nose was too long, and when it got wet with wine, he simply snorted coldly, and the whole glass shattered into pieces.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the wine along with shards of glass into his nose. The wine went down his throat, but he coughed the glass shards into his mouth, making a crunching sound as he ground his teeth.
Blood Fourth nodded in agreement: "Our Blood Fiend Sect has been passed down for eight hundred years, and we have never been favored by those in power. After the Dao Alliance came along, we became like a coward, not even daring to drink a fresh blood meal. That bastard Eighth deserved to die. I finally managed to make the Ghost Killing Team think that we just wanted to make some money and buy some blood, and that we wouldn't do the despicable thing of slaughtering entire families. The relationship between the Ghost Killing Team of Xiguan and us had also improved, but he ruined it all by cursing a few times!"
"Yeah, a suit-wearing thug, who in the Ghostbusters wouldn't be impressed?"
Blood Old Five sighed, "Recently, the Xi'an Ghost Killing Squad branch has been keeping a close eye on me. The Empress kills people and devours their life essence, so I haven't dared to go over and suck a few mouthfuls of blood..."
Can you imagine? Two little brats at the eighth level of cultivation, staring at me, and I, a powerful third-level expert, didn't dare drink blood to practice! I curse their entire Ghost-Slaying Squad and the eighteen generations of ancestors of the Dao Alliance's Heavenly Gang Masters and Daoists!
Two men, whose combined age is over a hundred, started cursing together.
After a period of furious cursing, their eyes met and a hint of homoerotic tension appeared between them.
Blood Brother Fourth sighed, “I never thought that after fighting for more than forty years, we two brothers would be brought together by a little guy. I, your fourth brother, originally thought that the suit-wearing thug was just a newly promoted magic-level expert and didn’t take him seriously. But I didn’t expect that in such a short time, his teammates were already capable of killing Eighth Brother. I suppose he himself is probably already able to compete with us.”
Blood Old Five's hooked nose twitched suddenly: "You're afraid of him?"
"New talents emerge in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. In this era of earth-shaking changes, who dares to disregard trendsetters like the suit-wearing thugs?" Blood Fourth slammed his thick hand on the table and said with great certainty, "To tell you the truth, you don't dare, I don't dare, not even Second Brother! It's precisely because none of us have the guts that you and Second Brother came to me, and you believe that I would never betray you on my own turf!"
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