It was unclear whether the soundproofing of the Zero Point Bar was too effective, or if the people on the top floor were simply too engrossed in their activities. In any case, when Meng De and his team stormed up, these people showed no reaction whatsoever.
No, seriously.
Ignoring us like this—do you even have any manners?
But when Meng De saw the scene before him, he no longer found it strange.
The top floor of the Zero Point Bar's base was bustling with activity!
Dozens of men and women were dancing wildly in the ballroom.
XXX-like activities were everywhere.
Large swathes of scenery, pairs of thunderous figures.
All accompanied by various seductive dance moves.
It seemed to be the best stimulant for men under the neon lights of this vibrant, chaotic place.
Constantly stimulating every man's nerves!
Beer and red wine were being splashed around as if they were free.
Those who frequently indulged in drugs would surely recognize the state these people were in.
They were absolutely intoxicated, dreamlike, as if X in X.
Damn it, everyone was having a blast.
How could anyone possibly notice what was happening downstairs?
In the center of the top floor, there was a platform resembling an underground boxing ring.
It was enclosed by iron railings, forming a "football field."
The area wasn't large, less than a third the size of a standard football field.
The light from the overhead incandescent lamps was unusually bright.
Allowing Meng De and his team to see the scene inside clearly.
Inside the "football field" enclosed by iron railings, more than ten men were engaged in a fierce confrontation.
Of course, this confrontation was a legitimate one.
The "football" at their feet was the best proof.
The reason for the quotation marks around "football" was also justified.
At first, Meng De hadn't noticed anything amiss.
But then Ao Xue, who had been following him, suddenly tugged at his sleeve.
Meng De followed the direction of her finger.
And immediately couldn't help but gasp.
Because the "football" being kicked around by these men was actually a living human head!!!
The head was clearly that of a man, brutally severed from his neck.
And then used as a "football."
At this moment, the head was continuously bleeding as it was kicked around.
Turning the "football field" into a vivid crimson.
Blood was everywhere!
The wide-open eyes on the head seemed to scream of unwillingness and injustice.
Yet, to everyone on the top floor, there was no discomfort whatsoever.
The pairs of men and women in the ballroom, while engaging in their activities, watched the confrontation in the "football field."
Erupting in excited cheers!
Even in a VIP box not far from the "football field,"
Liang Guo Lin, the "clueless fat boss" Meng De had seen earlier,
Or rather, Boss Liang, was holding a glass of champagne, thoroughly enjoying the intense "football game."
As if appreciating art, he occasionally praised it.
His face showed no trace of humanity.
This scene was what Meng De saw through his Psychic Perception.
He thought he had witnessed the full extent of the apocalypse's cruelty.
But this was the first time he had seen such "desecration of a corpse" after killing.
Ao Xue, Brother Jingfu, and the others beside him were already filled with pity.
It wasn't that they had some kind of saintly compassion, but rather that human nature is inherently this way.
As the saying goes:
"Man is born good at heart" — Mark Twain!
At this moment, Meng De didn't need to give any pre-battle pep talk.
His subordinates were itching to charge forward and slaughter those beasts.
But Meng De stopped them.
He had a better plan:
Seeing so many "active Army of Truth" on the scene, he couldn't help but pull out his own Army of Truth.
A Desert Eagle with its silencer removed.
Over the past few days, besides deeply experiencing the lethality of this Army of Truth,
what left the most profound impression was how damn loud the sound of this Army of Truth was!
But for the ongoing "hardware softening project," it usually had an unexpectedly effective result!!!
Brother Jingfu, who was standing nearby, was initially stopped by Meng De, his face full of confusion.
But when he saw the Army of Truth his boss pulled out, he immediately gave a thumbs up!
The boss is the boss, truly damn clever!
However, judging by the boss's familiar moves, he felt it wasn't the "first offense."
Even Ao Xue, the icy beauty, blushed and couldn't help but praise.
"This man... he's really bad."
So, led by Meng De, the men exchanged glances and all let out lecherous smiles.
Amidst the sounds of "hehehe," the Army of Truth fired.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang~~~
At that moment, the entire world seemed to fall silent.
1 second.
2 seconds.
After ten seconds of silence, a thunderous "applause" erupted:
"Ahhh!!"
"Holy shit!!"
"Who the hell is it!!"
"Who's messing with the Army of Truth!!"
"Damn it!!! Fuck your ancestors!!"
"I curse your ancestors!!"
"I was about to finish!!"
"Who didn't put their stuff away properly!!!"
"Damn it... I curse your ancestors eight generations back!!!"
"..."
However, just as the owners of these misfires were still roaring in fury,
the next moment, they were completely silenced.
Brother Jingfu led the charge, directly pointing the Army of Truth at their foreheads.
The guards of the Zero Point Bar, who had been dancing wildly just moments ago, numbered around thirty or forty.
They didn't even get a chance to pull out their "official Army of Truth."
Still dazed and venting their futile anger, they were swiftly captured by Meng De's men.
And it wasn't until the lights on the top floor were turned on by Meng De's men,
that these thirty or so people realized...
They had been raided!!!
And it was done without them even noticing!!!
Meng De, toying with the Desert Eagle in his hand,
watched with great interest
a burly man pinned firmly under his foot.
"I was the one who fired those Army of Truth shots. I heard you had some complaints?"
Meng De saw it clearly.
This guy had been the loudest.
And the most agitated!
Truly causing a massive noise pollution!
Too much!!!
"No... no complaints..."
With the massive Desert Eagle pressed against his head, Yang Weile frantically swallowed his saliva.
Sweat poured down his forehead.
Even though the Army of Truth had fired at his most critical moment,
he dared not show any anger or complaints now.
"Hmm... very sensible."
"Young man, you have a bright future ahead of you!"
Meng De smiled warmly.
In reality, the man pinned beneath his feet, Yang Weile, was at least in his thirties or forties.
Definitely older than Meng De.
Yet, being addressed in such a dismissive manner didn't make Yang Weile feel humiliated; instead, he was overjoyed.
It seemed he had answered correctly!
This person wouldn't kill him now, would he?
However, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief...
In the next second, the Army of Truth fired.
His eyes widened in utter disbelief.
The last words he heard before his death were:
"Sorry about that, I appreciate honesty!"
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