Stop In The Deep Sea

As night falls, the starry sky shines brightly on the titanium glass overhead. Such a celestial phenomenon is truly rare.

The neon lights flashing in the deep-sea base and the bustling streets give this city of science and technology under the sea a strong atmosphere of fireworks.

In Xinxia District, the Evernight City Club is particularly eye-catching, with dazzling lights illuminating the entire street like daylight.

This is the busiest time of the day, when all kinds of customers bring their stories and unleash their desires under the influence of alcohol.

The twisting waists on the dance floor, the piercing heavy metal music, everything that comes into view is trying hard to whitewash the glamour.

Obviously, the rapid development of science and technology has brought invisible impetuousness to society, and people seem to be using consumption to fill the vacancies in their hearts.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

In the security booth at the door, a uniformed guy was scrolling through his cell phone boredly. Anyone who has ever worked in this industry knows that the night shift is the most difficult.

"Eh? My goddess 'Beibi Little Sweet Girl' has started a live broadcast. Why is it so early today?"

The little brother saw the prompt bar popping up at the top of the phone screen and quickly clicked on it.

"The goddess is so beautiful, tsk tsk."

The proud figure and exquisite makeup in the live broadcast room made him unable to hold back. He didn't even notice the "level 5 beauty" reminder and directly applied "sports car".

Suddenly, the gift effects filled the entire screen.

As soon as the female anchor saw someone sending a gift, she immediately smiled and trembled all over. She covered her mouth and said: "Oh, thank you 'Beibi Sweet Girl's Basement' for sending me the sports car. Thank you, brother. Hello, brother." Bad, such a name is so bad~"

These numb calls of "brother" made the security guard drunk. For a moment, he even thought about where he and the goddess would be buried in the future.

In fact, his salary is not much, and this sports car is equivalent to working for nothing for three days.

But even so, he is still keen on giving gifts to the goddess, even if he eats chaffy vegetables, he still wants to make the goddess happy.

"I don't want to do it either, but he calls me brother."

In real life, he is a person who is afraid of even talking to girls. Fortunately, there is the Internet, and he can become a big brother with a little money. It's just a matter of getting what he needs.

At this time, a voice came from behind: "Why don't you give that girl a gift? Those two guys in your pocket haven't warmed up yet, so just put them in her pocket."

The security guy looked back and saw that it was Lao Scar.

"Brother Scar, hey, no more brushing, for the last time." The little brother quickly squeezed out a smile.

Lao Scar looked at him with an expression of hatred, and then he was relieved. He sighed and said: "I'll watch here for you. You go in and play with the brothers for a while, drink two bottles, go ahead." .”

When the younger brother heard this, his eyes lit up and his face was full of disbelief. There had been rumors in the league that Brother Scar was very strict with his younger brothers. When he saw it today, it was nothing. So he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Thank you, Brother Scar. He’s so handsome~”

After saying that, he took off his hat and ran into the clubhouse.

Lao Ba stood at the door of the security booth, took out the cigarette case from the breast pocket of his floral shirt, lit one, and took a deep breath.

"Hi~hu——"

I don't know since when, he became very disgusted with the noisy environment in the club, as if he was tired of his current life.

Ever since Lao Xiong was stabbed in the heart by him last time, his immediate boss, Cheng Ye, had begun to be wary of him. He would not be allowed to participate in any important matters in the alliance, and instead let him come to the Evernight City to suppress the situation. This is how I have free time today.

However, this was just what he wanted.

Cheng Ye's ruthless style of doing things and the tyrannical nature of the Mimic Alliance made Lao Scar think about quitting the organization more than once.

But on board the pirate ship, is there still a chance to leave?

Lao Scar's thoughts slowly dissipated in the night sky along with the smoke.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of the clubhouse.

This man was wearing a cloak made of coarse linen. His standing posture was quite awkward, and his right leg seemed to be disabled. He was just like the beggar. He didn't look like he came to the club to spend money.

"Huh? Ancient warrior?"

Lao Scar spat softly. He had been on the road for more than ten years and knew the identity of the other party at a glance. He immediately summoned the silver spike and was ready to take action at any time.

Under the bright virtual moonlight, the man took off his cloak, revealing his true appearance.

The light gray skin is covered with dense purple blood vessels. There are a pair of devil-like pupils in the sunken eye sockets. The withered hands are curled up in the tattered sleeves. The whole person looks like his soul has been sucked out. mummy.

"If you don't want to die, just take back those little tricks of yours."

The tone of the gray-faced man was very disdainful, and it was obvious that he had already seen through the hidden spikes behind Lao Scar.

When Lao Scar heard this, he was not afraid at all. His mouth was faster than his brain and he blurted out "Fuck you".

If someone were so arrogant in the past, he would still think twice about it, but things are different now. The two-stage transplantation technology of Mimicry was mature some time ago. As a middle-level manager of the Mimicry Alliance, Lao Scar was naturally the first to undergo the surgery.

What is the concept of a second-level mimic? He is a master second only to the Twelve Owls!

The gray-faced man was not angry when he heard Old Scar's scolding. He just smiled slightly, then raised his right lame leg and attacked directly towards Old Scar's door.

In an instant, terrifying energy surged crazily through his body, like an evil ghost trying to break free from hell.

Lao Scar looked stern, and immediately raised the silver spike to resist. The speed was many times faster than before. The opponent's lame leg was firmly stopped in mid-air. The strength of the second-level mimic was indeed extraordinary.

But before he could be happy, he discovered something was wrong.

A stream of gray spiritual energy visible to the naked eye suddenly burst out from the gray-faced man's legs and rushed toward his face.

At such a close range, Lao Scar had no time to dodge. Although he held his breath for the first time, a small amount was still sucked into his stomach.

The next moment, he felt as uncomfortable as if thousands of ants were eating his heart. All his strength seemed to have been drained, and he completely lost his fighting ability.

"Ah~!"

Lao Scar screamed and knelt on the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, the gray-faced man slowly retracted his lame leg and said rebelliously: "I have warned you long ago. Unless you don't listen to advice, no one can cure this poison except me."

Lao Scar was shocked, it turned out to be poison!

Within a few breaths, blackness began to appear on his face.

The gray-faced man continued: "I'll give you three minutes to go in and inform your 'Lord Quan' that Zhou Xun is here. Once the time has passed, I will leave."

As soon as he said this, Lao Scar ignored the pain all over his body and hurriedly rolled and crawled into the club, for fear of wasting time.

As he ran, he thought: "Master Quan, which Master Quan? Could it be... Quan Henan?!"