Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 757 - 309: Scar Wolf, Nightclub Basement!

Fang Qingyu and the other five stood in the dimly lit corridor.

The air was filled with the scent of cheap perfume.

They had already carefully searched the dance floor on the first floor, all the private rooms on the second floor, the office area on the third floor, and the utility room on the fourth floor.

Not a single person in sight.

"Damn, this is really strange!"

Old Qin spat harshly and scratched his head irritably, "Those four bastards definitely just came out from the second floor. There has to be something fishy about this place! There can’t just be those four guards, right?"

Qi Hao frowned, his eyes scanning the tightly closed doors of the private rooms on both sides: "Qingzi, could there be a hidden room or passage in the private rooms? Like in the movies?"

Fang Qingyu’s gaze was calm.

His eyes slowly swept over the tightly closed doors of the private rooms on both sides of the corridor.

"Search."

He uttered just one word.

The group immediately dispersed.

Two people per team, they began to push open the doors of the private rooms one by one, conducting a thorough search.

The scenes inside the private rooms were mostly the same.

As time ticked by, the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier and heavier.

Just as they were about to give up, from an inconspicuous private room deep in the corridor near the end, old Qin’s suppressed excited low shout suddenly came: "Over here!!! Found something!"

The sound was particularly clear in the dead silence.

Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, and Wei Banmeng dashed from their respective searched private rooms like arrows released from a bow, heading towards the source of the sound.

However, just at the moment their bodies started to move.

BOOM——!!!

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted from that private room.

A violent blast mixed with scorching heat spewed out from the doorway.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were instantly torn apart.

Large chunks of wall plaster and debris flew and scattered like shrapnel.

The entire floor shook violently!

One figure was thrown out from the center of the explosion like a ragdoll struck by a giant hammer, smashing hard into the wall at the end of the corridor.

Poof!

Blood gushed from old Qin’s mouth.

The clothes on his chest were charred and shredded by the explosion, exposing the bloody wounds underneath.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Old Qin struggled to lift his head, his face pale as gold paper. Seeing Fang Qingyu and the others rushing over, he suppressed the immense pain, using the last of his strength to shout hoarsely: "Careful... hidden door... heavy weapons...!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

A fierce coughing fit followed, blood continuously seeping from the corner of his mouth.

His energy quickly drained away.

"Banmeng."

Fang Qingyu gave a low shout, his form not pausing for a moment, slipping by like a phantom past old Qin, supporting him gently, and smoothly passing him into Wei Banmeng’s steadfast hands.

"Take him back! Qi Hao, Lv Chen, guard the corridor!"

Fang Qingyu spoke rapidly, his voice ice-cold.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wei Banmeng immediately caught the severely injured old Qin.

Qi Hao and Lv Chen also instantly reacted.

Each taking up positions on one side of the corridor, weapons drawn, their focus locked on the private room still billowing with smoke and fire!

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei exchanged a glance.

No words were needed, their forms flickered, like two streaks of light, ignoring the scorching blast and the thick smoke, directly charging into the center of the explosion.

The private room had been completely obliterated.

The interior was a scene of chaos.

Tables, chairs, sofas, and audio equipment were blown to pieces.

The walls were scorched black.

In the center, a large crater had been blasted out.

A pungent smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh permeated the thick smoke.

And directly in front of this wreckage, where there should have been a row of liquor cabinets, it now stood wide open.

A dark, person-sized square opening was exposed, with stairs leading downward inside.

The powerful explosion that just occurred.

Was clearly initiated from this entry point.

"Go."

Fang Qingyu did not hesitate for a moment.

He was the first to step into the dark entrance.

Jiang Wei followed closely, the tips of her fiery red hair tracing a flame-like path in the dim light at the entrance, vanishing into the darkness below in an instant.

...

Meanwhile.

In the city center of Injustice.

An office on the top floor of a skyscraper.

A heavy alloy door blocked out the noise from the outside.

The internal space was vast, yet the decor was unusually simple, even cold.

Strongly defined metal furniture, a lustrous dark floor, and through a massive floor-to-ceiling window, the cityscape shimmered like a starry river.

At this moment, behind a ridiculously large metal desk in the center of the office.

A black high-back ergonomic chair slowly spun around.

Sitting in the chair was an elderly man with grey hair and a gaunt face.

He wore a well-crafted, perfectly tailored dark grey Tang suit, playing with a pair of smooth jade balls in his hands, creating a subtle and rhythmic friction sound.

His eyes were half-closed, his face showing an expression of slight enjoyment.

A sucking sound came from under the desk.

Knock, knock.

A gentle knocking broke the eerie silence.

"Enter."

The old man said softly with his eyes closed, his tone calm and devoid of emotion.

The office door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark grey combat uniform walked in.

"Boss."

The middle-aged man’s voice was respectful.

Ignoring the strange sounds.

Without pausing the motion of the jade balls in his hands, the old man asked, "What’s the matter?"

The middle-aged man remained looking down, speaking steadily as he reported: "Over in the Gray Rock District, one of our small temporary supply storage points was attacked."

The expression of enjoyment on the old man’s face did not change at all. He slightly lifted his eyelids and casually asked, "The Red Flower Society? Or the Demon Gang?"