Lord of Prayer-Chapter 195 - 151: I Can Do This All Day
After the bartender left, Old Yang lowered his voice. "You stay here. I’m going to dig up some intel."
He seamlessly pasted on an enthusiastic smile, picked up his wine glass, and rose to join the high-society members in their chatter and revelry.
Zhou Chen sat by the bar, silently sipping his drink and analyzing the current situation.
’The core members of this Volcano Farm Club are all from the Blood Race, which makes it look like a private club for their revelries. The owner is most likely a member of the Blood Race as well.’
’For so many creatures of Darkness to be lurking in an international metropolis like Hong City, all of them influential members of high society... It looks like Hong City has long been secretly infiltrated. It’s not nearly as wonderful as it seems on the surface.’
By eavesdropping on the Blood Race members’ conversations, Zhou Chen could confirm that many of them were the chairmen and CEOs of major corporations. Every single one was wealthy. They took pleasure in exploiting and enslaving humans, boasting about their various deeds to their peers as casual conversation and reveling in it.
The female members of the Blood Race were even more brutal in their pursuit of pleasure. They harbored intense hostility toward beautiful women with good figures and would use any means necessary to kidnap them. They would then present the women with a choice: become a Blood Servant or die. Ninety-nine percent of them chose to cling to life, becoming slaves to the Blood Race, subjected to all manner of abuse and humiliation.
Even here and now, many Blood Servants were attending to their masters. By day, they were elites in their respective fields or moderately famous movie stars. But by night, they could only be slaves, wearing ingratiating smiles as the Blood Race ordered them around like house dogs, not daring to utter a single complaint.
What’s more, in just that short time, club staff had brought in men and women for the Blood Race to feed on and toy with. Some had hazy, drunken eyes, while others were fully conscious but panicked and terrified from being senselessly kidnapped.
And Old Yang’s ex-girlfriend was currently making a deal with the Blood Race.
’She doesn’t seem like a good person at all. She has the air of a villain about her. I wonder what organization Old Yang and his ex-girlfriend belong to...’ Zhou Chen mused, glancing toward Old Yang.
He had already successfully blended in with the Blood Race crowd. With his status as an Advanced member, the Blood Race wouldn’t easily offend him. They welcomed him politely, and two beautiful female members of the Blood Race even cozied up to him and started flirting.
"Mr. Walker, there’s a package here for you."
Just then, a Blood Race waiter approached with a package, delivering it to a handsome member of the Blood Race who was flirting with a beautiful female of his kind.
"My package?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
The Blood Race member named Walker frowned slightly. ’Why would a package be delivered here?’
"Open it for me." Cautious, he didn’t open it himself, instead choosing to have the waiter do it.
The lights and shadows intertwined amidst the hazy atmosphere, and no one noticed the waiter’s wooden expression. He deftly tore open the package. With a HISS, a large cloud of crimson smoke erupted as if from an explosion, the unknown mist instantly spreading through the air to cover the entire second floor.
Under the neon lights, the crimson mist reflected a kaleidoscope of colors, rendering the scene dreamlike and surreal, like a strange, hazy nightmare.
"Aaargh..."
After inhaling the mist, the members of the Blood Race began to lose control. The fangs in their mouths grew rapidly, their eyes glowed red, and savage expressions twisted their handsome or beautiful faces. Regardless of gender, a layer of coarse, black hair sprouted on their bodies, causing the Blood Servants and innocent people to scream in terror and scramble to escape.
They let out hoarse roars, beast-like growls rumbling in their throats, tearing away their glamorous, elegant facade of high-society elites to reveal the filthy nature hidden beneath their skin.
Faced with the sudden chaos, Zhou Chen decisively held his breath. His figure flashed, and he dodged the bartender’s attack.
The Blood Race bartender was panting heavily, his eyes webbed with broken blood vessels. His gaze was filled with aggression, as if he were looking at a delicious cake. The next second, he charged out from behind the bar like a madman, lunging at Zhou Chen.
WHIRRR!
Zhou Chen pulled the Bloodthirsty Chainsaw from his bag and, with a casual swing, disemboweled the Blood Race bartender, splitting him in two. A torrent of blood burst out, splashing across the walls and the bar.
The Blood Race was most famous for its powerful Recovery Ability. As long as they weren’t hit by an attack specifically designed to counter creatures of Darkness, they could recover even from having their heads blown apart.
But now, the Blood Race bartender showed no sign of healing. It let out a shrill, miserable scream, the invisible sound waves shattering bottle after bottle of fine wine. A searing, pale-white flame burned at the edges of its wounds, reducing the two halves of its body to charred cinders in seconds.
"Oh ho, looks like I’m their perfect counter..."
Zhou Chen raised an eyebrow. A gust of wind whistled past as Old Yang burst out from a crowd of Blood Race members, snatched his backpack from a bar stool, and pulled out two pistols.
"I know this stuff. It’s a Frenzy Potion from the Crimson Sect. It makes species that are fundamentally bestial in nature lose their minds and go berserk, killing anyone they see.
"They probably also added a stimulant that specifically targets the Blood Race. Now all these guys are our enemies."
Old Yang explained in a low voice, firing two shots—BANG! BANG!—and headshotting two members of the Blood Race that were trying to pounce on him.
The two Blood Race members didn’t die. They struggled to get back up, the ghastly bullet holes in their foreheads slowly healing. Old Yang hadn’t used Alchemy Bullets; each one was ridiculously expensive. He had already seen the effect of Zhou Chen’s flames. Since their side had a way to counter them, there was no need to waste pricey Alchemy Bullets.
