nucmednet Chapter 1305 - 1301: Complex Characters
Chapter 1305 - 1301: Complex Characters
Country AIt’s eight o’clock in Beijing, but in Country A, it’s already late night.
Unlike Beijing, the nightlife in Country A is exceptionally lively, bustling with traffic. Neon lights flicker along the streets, music in the bars echoes throughout, and in the center of the dance floor, a chaotic whirl of dancers, long past discerning who is who, who is normal, and who has consumed something they shouldn’t have...
An oriental youth in a black biker outfit with a black baseball cap dances with them, attracting quite a few Western women to join him in a close, hot dance with those distinctive moves.
The oriental youth drew a lot of attention, including from the people standing on the second floor inside.
"Who is that person?"
Asked the person on the left side of the central position, the tattoos covering his entire arm, watching the oriental youth downstairs with caution and questioning the person beside him.
"Just someone here to have fun. We’ve investigated, and there’s no problem at all."
"You know, sometimes there’s no problem..."
"Enough, Neil," a rough voice spoke up, as a sturdy Western man pushed the door open and entered, sneering at Neil, "I think nowadays you see problems in everyone, right? You think the people we’re after would be bold enough to appear on our turf and dance so provocatively?"
"Do you think it’s impossible?" Neil squinted his eyes hard and looked at the oriental youth, "I hate Orientals!"
Suddenly, a bolt of purple spiritual power shot towards Neil, who scrambled and flipped off his chair, which instantly disintegrated into ashes with flickering purple sparks. Seeing this, Neil got up furiously and shouted behind the sturdy man, "I said, Fan! What are you doing!"
A handsome young man slowly emerged from behind the burly man, dressed in a loose black coat. The coat sleeves wrapped his arms together, one hand gloved, and the fingers of the other hand long and slender like a pianist’s.
He wore a faint, indifferent smile, lazily lifting his gaze, casually reining in the purple light on his gloved hand, and looked at Neil with a cold gaze, speaking in Chinese, "I’m an Oriental too, Neil."
"Hey! I said, I don’t understand Chinese, you idiot! English! Speak English!" Neil shouted angrily, his arms rapidly growing thicker and stronger, similar to how Liu Kai’s did before, though Neil’s transformation appeared more natural.
"Don’t understand?" The young man shrugged indifferently and spoke in English, "I said, I’m an Oriental too. You should learn another language, or else you’ll end up with your brain pierced by lightning from the Orientals you hate."
With that, his gaze sharpened as he smiled slightly, his voice filled with endless threat, "Don’t let me hear any disrespectful words, or I won’t hesitate to take action. You can’t beat me, and you know it well!"
"You!"
"Calm down, Fan," the burly man laughed as he held the youth back, turning his eyes to Neil, "You know, Neil’s brother was crippled by your mysterious Oriental masters. He’s been unconscious ever since, and Neil now resents those masters to the core."
"No matter who it is, I’ll find this person and kill them!" Neil glared fiercely at the youth and spoke harshly.
"Well, best of luck to you then," the youth shrugged, glancing at the downstairs area before walking into the room, sitting at the other position of honor, and the burly man sat on the other side of Neil.
"By the way, where’s Katrina?" The burly Barry glanced meaningfully at the front seat and then looked at the empty seat next to the youth, grinning slyly.
"You mean that slut?" Neil snorted, "What do you think she’s doing?" Saying this, he half-squinted his eyes, "My brother came back half-dead. If she hadn’t brought someone to safeguard herself, I’d have killed her!"
"Unfortunately, you can’t kill her now; you even have to accommodate her," Barry laughed leisurely, raising his eyebrows at the youth, "What do you say, Han Fan?"
Fan Han lit a cigarette, letting the smoke slowly drift up, he gazedly at the swirling smoke for a while, then coldly chuckled.
In the luxurious hotel, the oriental youth with a black baseball cap stepped out of the elevator with a swaggering hip-hop stride, leisurely proceeded to a room door, swiped a room card, and walked inside. When the lights came on, the youth’s previously hip-hop appearance was gone; he removed the baseball cap and looked solemnly at the group of people who had appeared in the living room, "Where’s the boss?"