Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System-Chapter 596 - 216: The Murderer, Zhang Beixing!_3

After such a fight, the guests had all but fled. Only the drunkards, the bartenders, and the members of the fraternity who arrived late and hadn't gone upstairs remained.

Seeing them, Zhang Beixing approached, gun in hand.

At the sight of him, these people's legs began to tremble.

"Please, I beg you, spare me! I'm just here to work; I haven't done anything!"

"God, please have mercy! Don't kill me, I want to live! I have a mother to support at home. If you kill me, she'll die!"

"Don't come over! Please, don't come over!"

These people pleaded with Zhang Beixing, begging him to show mercy and let them go.

Hearing their words, Zhang Beixing did not respond. Instead, he approached a bartender. Grabbing him by the collar, he looked at him and said, "Now, whatever I ask, you answer. Where is your boss?"

"On... on the third floor."

Looking at the gunpoint so close to him, the bartender swallowed, raised his hands, and said.

"The third floor? Where on the third floor?"

"In the innermost private room on the third floor. Our boss is usually there."

"Good. Now, you take me there. If we arrive and there's no one—if I find out you're playing me," he said, pointing at the corpses near the door, his threat unmistakably clear, "then they will be your fate!"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," the bartender stammered.

He then tremblingly walked out from behind the bar, hands raised, and led Zhang Beixing upstairs.

「Meanwhile.」

Upstairs, in the innermost room on the third floor, a one-eared Black Ghost was smoking a cigarette, tapping the table intermittently.

He glanced at the time, frowning. Why haven't they come back? I just sent them downstairs to see what was happening; why are they taking so long?

Across from the one-eared Black Ghost, a muscular, burly Black Ghost suggested, "I don't know. I haven't heard any reports of the cops making a move recently. Have we offended someone, Boss? Should I go down and check?"

Hearing this, the one-eared Black Ghost nodded. "Alright, go take a look."

The burly Black Ghost acknowledged, then pushed the door open and left.

After he left, the one-eared Black Ghost rubbed his temples, feeling a dull ache.

These past few days had been so troublesome. Not only were Interpol agents lurking around investigating their partners, but Zhang Beixing had also arrived, openly provoking their Black Ghost group. The crucial issue was that Zhang Beixing had escalated the situation to such an extent that they couldn't deal with him directly. He had to placate his underlings. And now, on top of everything, they had been suddenly attacked out of the blue.

"So frustrating!" the one-eared Black Ghost muttered.

He felt extremely vexed, but there was nothing he could do.

He could only sit there, smoking broodingly, waiting for his subordinate's report.

However, after waiting for a moment, his subordinate's report had yet to arrive. Instead, an uninvited guest made an appearance.

BANG!

A black figure crashed through the door, flying backward from the hallway.

Its body slammed heavily against the wall. As its mouth fell open, a mixture of blood and visceral fragments gushed out.

This was the person he had just sent out to investigate!

Seeing this, the one-eared Black Ghost's eyes sharpened. He grasped the handgun under the table and looked towards the door.

He saw a man drenched in blood, armed with a long gun, being led in by a bartender.

Seeing the man, the one-eared Black Ghost became alert. "Who are you?!" he demanded.

Zhang Beixing lifted his head and replied, "Just a traveler."

To this, the one-eared Black Ghost was utterly unconvinced.

Damn it! What kind of "traveler" shows up in the middle of the night, gun in hand, having fought his way here? This is no ordinary traveler!

Looking at the man before him—wearing a black hat and a mask, dressed in black, and soaked in blood—the one-eared Black Ghost subtly stepped back and pressed, "What do you want?"

"I'm not here to do much. Just looking to get some information from you," Zhang Beixing replied. He walked into the room, casually closed the door behind him, and sat down on a chair.

He looked at the wary one-eared Black Ghost. "The criminal group that kidnapped three Martial Artists from Great Xia... you should know them."

Upon hearing this, the one-eared Black Ghost was momentarily stunned. Then, realization dawned on him. His eyes widened as he looked at Zhang Beixing. "You are... Zhang Beixing?!"

At this hour, claiming to be a traveler, holding a gun, clearly powerful, and asking for information about that criminal group... Throughout all of Ancient Rome, the only one who fit this description had to be Zhang Beixing, who had just arrived in Rome today!

Hearing the one-eared Black Ghost's words, Zhang Beixing was taken aback, clearly not expecting to be recognized even in this disguise.

He simply took off his mask. "Correct, it's me. You know what I'm looking for. I'll give you two options: one, you hand over their information willingly; two, I find it myself. Which will you choose?"

"Will I live if I make a choice?" the one-eared Black Ghost asked.

Zhang Beixing frowned slightly. "We're not discussing that right now. You're off-topic."

"Heh." The one-eared Black Ghost understood Zhang Beixing's implication and let out a cold laugh. "So, you're saying that regardless of my choice, I'm doomed to die, right?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He took a drag from his cigarette, a crazed look appearing on his face. "Since you won't let me live, then none of us will! Die!"