I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 100 - 098 Three Obsession Antiques (4000)_2

Chapter 100: 098 Three Obsession Antiques (4000)_2

Chapter 100: 098 Three Obsession Antiques (4000)_2

“Should I go?”

As soon as this thought rose in Casio’s mind, he discarded it. The prey that was already in his mouth had no reason to escape.

The incredible confidence brought by the two exacerbations of the realm gave Casio a sense that dodging bullets based on his speed and reaction abilities were as easy as pie. Even confronting bullets wasn’t impossible, unless it was heavy machine gun fire, there was nothing to fear.

A chance of obtaining a great deal of Obsession Energy was right in front of his eyes. If Casio were to miss it tonight, he probably would not be able to sleep.

“The Black Flame Gang’s territory is in the west district. Their most famous establishment is the Famicar Strip Club, at 17 Ming Guang Street…”

He muttered to himself, not because he had been there, but because the Famicar Strip Club was very famous. Many male trainers of the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall would discuss it during their changing times, often gushing excitedly, their faces flashing lecherous smiles.

At that moment, they resembled Old Mack at the front desk.

“Ming Guang Street is not far from here, it’s probably past three main streets. It seems like I’m going to have a busy night…”

Casio got off the Fortune Car and moved to the driver’s seat. He picked up a black handgun from the blanket and then quickly walked away after closing the door.

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“Whoa!”

“Haha!”

“Put some more effort into it for old man! There’s a reward!”

“Hahaha, it’s still comfortable here!”

A slightly dim hall was filled with excited exclamations, the air was filled with hormones.

In the center of the round hall was a “⊥” shaped crimson stage bathed in the only spotlight. On the stage were evenly arranged silver steel pipes, and five bombshell strippers were sensually twisting their beautiful bodies like snakes.

Under the dim yellow light, the candied and glistening pale bronze skin attracted all lustful gazes. They stared closely at the key areas, their hearts screaming “strip, strip”.

And each time a piece of clothing was stripped away, there came a huge cheer from below. The guests who didn’t care about money threw the bills in their hands, as a reward for the strippers.

The underground circular hall welcomed guests coming in and out constantly, always maintaining a scale of over a hundred people. There was a bar on the side of the hall, where the thirsty guests could order some alcoholic drinks. Their sales were no less than any bar.

Moreover, the drinks at the bar were much more expensive.

But, the excited little brothers who were watching the striptease, how would they care about these extra two or three Federation coins? The Famicar Club had the highest quality strippers, these sexy ladies were money-harvesting tools.

At the entrance, a man with slicked-back hair and a black vest came in. He was about 1.8 meters tall with strong and powerful muscles in his exposed arms. On the upper arm, there was a black tattoo, which bore a flame symbol.

The man fixated on the strippers dancing on the stage as soon as he stepped in, whistled, and walked towards the bar.

“Oh, Lona’s here.”

Several gang members sitting in black chairs and drinking glanced over and lifted their glasses in greeting.

“Drink! Drink!”

Lona came over and desperately banged on the table.

He was a regular drunkard.

“What for today? Blue Blood, Persian Cat, or Lemon Sunrise?” The black-vested bartender came over and was wiping clean a glass wine cup with a white cloth strip while talking about different kinds of cocktails.

“None of those, bring me a Burning Flame!”

Lona handed over a large banknote.

“Yo, you always pick the expensive ones to shear the sheep! You sure know how to play, Lona.” A gang member drank a sip of his drink from the side.

The Famicar Strip Club was an industry controlled by the Black Flame Gang, all members could get a half-price discount for their drinks.

Of course, they couldn’t drink too much, only five glasses a day at most.

And Burning Flame was one of the most expensive cocktails at the bar, It was strong and had a high afterburn, but it was delicious.

“None of your business.” Lona threw himself onto the chair.

Several gang members then started to drink happily.

“Hahaha! Well done!!!”

The entire strip club began to boil over because the clothes of the several strippers above were all removed, revealing all of their figures.

A large cheer and reward immediately sprang up from below.

Lona looked at the stage, blew a whistle, then got up and said, “I drank a little too much, I’m going to use the bathroom.”

“I bet you’re so excited you want to jerk off!”

“Hahahaha…”

A few gang members nearby burst into laughter.

“Go for it, I shoot cannons, not handguns.” Lona belched and headed for the toilet.

After a bit of maneuvering, he finally arrived at a restroom. The smell of urine and alcohol was blended with a sour stench of vomit. It seems that the bar at the club has a high turnover of liquor.

Lona muttered something to himself and then made his way to the urinal.

He had hardly been peeing for a while when heavy footsteps echoed from outside. Shortly after, a tall figure stood quietly beside him. Lona glanced sideways, and his first reaction was that the man was incredibly tall, nearly 1.9 meters.

The man’s muscles were as solid as if he practiced bodybuilding.

Lona sniffed the air, there seemed to be a whiff of blood, but the other smells were so strong that it was hardly noticeable.

A moment later, Lona shook out the last drops and zipped up his pants.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the side.

“Done urinating?”

“Huh?” Lona turned, baffled and confused.

A black gun barrel was pointed squarely at his head.

“!!!”

The few gang members at the bar were still drinking and chatting. One of them asked, “What’s taking that drunk Lona so long? Did he get too wasted and faceplant into the urinal?”

“Or maybe he’s still in there “helping himself”?”

“Hahahaha…”

The air was filled with a cheerful aura.

If Lona were here, he’d be bitter. He didn’t go to the restroom to jerk off, instead, someone else was pointing a gun at him.

The moment the gun barrel was pointed at Lona, he had no choice.

He had to follow the man out of the restroom, pretending to be arm in arm, and leave through an alternate passage in the strip club.

Under the moonlight, in the dimly lit narrow lane.

“I ask, you answer, understand?”

“I… I understand.”

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“If I see that you’re lying to me, I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger. So please value your life, ok?”

“I understand, I understand!”

“Good. So the first question is, where is the headquarters of the Black Flame Gang? Tell me the exact address and general area…”

“…”

Five minutes later, Casio got what he wanted.

Sometimes firearms prove more effective than fists, at least for ordinary people who aren’t aware of the situation. A stark black gun pointed at your head is far more terrifying than someone threatening you with a fist.

“Ferren Street, number 36…” Casio murmured to himself.

“Yes… Yes…” Lona was nodding desperately, “I’ve told you everything I know, please don’t shoot!”

“Of course.” Casio coldly glanced at Lona and then tucked his handgun into his waistband, standing silently.

Lona sighed in relief and took two steps forward.

Click!

Under the moonlight, Lona’s head twisted 180 degrees. He was about to collapse when a large hand steadied him.

Casio never intended to pull the trigger in the first place. It would have been messy with blood splattering everywhere. Snapping necks was far cleaner and more convenient.

Furthermore, the least trustworthy group in the world is the gangs. Don’t expect these filthy sewer rats to adhere to any kind of moral code, especially these small fry gangs.

Casio wouldn’t bother talking about honor with them.

It doesn’t work, they only understand the language of fists and guns!

After dealing with Lona’s corpse, Casio’s goal was clear: the headquarters of the Black Flame Gang! With Casio’s current agility, a bunch of small gangsters couldn’t possibly stop him. If there were members of the Sand Dust Organization present, that would be even better, he was curious to see how tough this up-and-coming organization stirring up trouble in North Flow Country really was.