Chapter 25: Bounty for Brutal Murder

  He paused, his face gloomy and silent, his right middle finger pointing upwards twice, his gaze shooting towards the opposite viewing platform. Suddenly, his wrinkled face turned cold and stern: "I'm just a decoy!"

  The opposite viewing platform is very high, and sitting in the soft seat box can't see clearly. There are not many spectators there either. Rich people all have their own fixed boxes, only a few people can watch the wonderfulness on the stage from above, but the eyes must be good enough!

  Shen Qingyang sat on the soft seat, and the small table was already filled with empty bottles. The old man's words were interesting: Was he a bait?! There are many people in this world who unknowingly become baits, while others willingly become baits, willing to be hunted by others. The old man should count as one!

  "Where is he?" Shen Qingyang gently put down the bottle, looking at the opposite viewing platform which was very chaotic, but compared to the crazy people in the middle and lower levels, it seemed too deserted. Everyone's attention was focused on the viewing platform, no one paid attention to the person next to them. Shen Qingyang's sharp eyes scanned the entire viewing platform across from him, but did not find the cripple who had been drinking with him that day!

  "You can't see him, because everything you saw at first was an illusion. He's not crippled and he's not that old either... " Old Man Tian furrowed his brow, "Ghostly Thief Qi" is a master of calculation and disguise, just now when he jumped onto the stage, amidst the cacophony of screams, he seemed to have heard his voice.

  How is this possible? As long as you focus on one thing, nothing is impossible. He has been chasing him for almost a year now, and the task is both frustrating and extremely dangerous. In the past year, he had only met "Ghostly Thief Qi" once, at Xiao Si Street - it was the night Shen Qingyang's treasure was stolen!

  "Is he in contact with the outside world?"

  "Yes!"

  Such a character is rare in the Mediterranean, and it's no surprise that he has some connection with "Three Days Four Places".

  "Did you see him?"

  "Listen!"

  Shen Qingyang's face suddenly turned red, or maybe green!

  "How was it?"

  It's so noisy and the space is so small, are you kidding me?! Shen Qingyang narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he scanned the crazy crowd. People can disguise themselves, voices can also be disguised, so "seeing is believing" and "hearing is believing" aren't necessarily true.

  "There is a kind of person who seems crazy, but is actually very cautious, and will not recklessly throw himself into the dull and meaningless arena. He will wait for opportunities to strike, either charging straight at his goal or fleeing in an instant!" Dumbel smiled wryly, his turbid old eyes gleaming with unusual sharpness.

  Shen Qingyang nodded, that "Ghostly Thief Qi" was indeed such a person. The reason he couldn't see him was because his target hadn't appeared yet, or...

  "Haha! You might have startled him, was this baiting action a bit of a failure?"

  Yuba was the hot spot of the whole scene, "Ghost Thief" had no reason not to see him, and since he saw him, there was no reason not to recognize him. How would he react? Kill Yuba or escape? Both situations are possible!

  "What do you think $350,000 can do?"

  $350,000, not a large sum, but for a thief it's a considerable amount of loot! Shen Qingyang snorted in laughter and didn't respond.

  "Hey, little girl, come here!" Shen Qingyang beckoned to the woman standing beside the private room, who sashayed over with a flirtatious smile and sat down beside him. At this moment, the battle on the stage was intense, two big men representing their respective masters were fighting desperately, bleeding profusely, and everyone in the audience was shouting frantically!

  "Yes, sir? What can I do for you?"

  "Move up my turn, just in the next one, but I have a small request..."

  The woman's eyes widened as she stared at the handsome guy in front of her, just like looking at an alien, and the powder on her face fell to the ground!

  "Sir... You said you're betting everything?"

  "Go!"

  The woman's small face trembled slightly: "As... you... wish!"

  "What are you playing at?" Yu Bo glanced at the woman's buttocks and asked casually, "Do you think he will be moved if you give him all your bets?"

  "Ghostly Thief Qi" is not short of money! A thief is short of money, that's why he's called a "thief". At the level of "Ghostly Thief Qi", there are two kinds of realms: one is stealing people, stealing women! Other people's women! Two is stealing treasures, whatever treasure he wants. For example, Shen Qingyang's treasured green card! Although to some people, that thing is just a worthless piece of paper.

  However, there must be a conspiracy here. Shen Qingyang is not sure yet. "Ghost Thief Qi" sold his own thing for $350,000. Is he short of money? No! The question is who did he sell it to?

  "It depends on how much is at stake!" Shen Qingyang downed another bottle of iced beer.

  The host who was good at talking suddenly appeared on the stage, but he looked very excited and his tone of speech changed completely!

  "Noble guests, what a world is this! Tonight there's not only slaughter, yes, the next act is a grand slaughter show, but compared to this, it's not even thrilling..."

  The whole crowd went crazy: Is there anything more exciting than slaughter? Has that person gone mad? My god! What kind of play is more exciting than this? Is there? Isn't there... this...

  When people go crazy, they are irrational. Fortunately, the host on the stage still has some rationality!

  "Honorable guests, No. 3 VIP - Mr. Skey, who is not only the last to arrive at Heaven's Club but also a first-timer tonight, will not only present a killing performance for everyone, but also issue a strong challenge to all of you esteemed guests. Yes, very strong! Guess what else he's going to do?"

  The crowd went wild and somewhat out of control, tonight's party was absolutely the most satisfying one they've ever experienced!

  "What's he up to?" Kang Qiao swept a glance at the opposite stand and found Shen Qingyang sitting steadily in his soft seat, drinking beer. The small table and floor were filled with empty bottles.

  He held up his red wine glass, a faint murderous aura floating on his face: "This kid is like a special forces soldier!"

  "Special forces?" Kang Qiao narrowed his eyes, his kung fu was not bad, but it was just used to hurt people with hidden weapons, a small trick, but looking at him, he really looked like a chef, the extra meat on his cheeks and that sloppy energy didn't have any shadow of special forces!

  "Is there a basis for this?"

  "It's just a feeling!"

  "Don't act on feelings, or you'll lose your life! By the way, how's the K?mpfer case going?"

  "He recruited many people, but most of them were cooks who had never been mercenaries!" Atur looked at the arena with a strange expression.

  The whole field fell silent, with only a little noise, but compared to the previous crazy howling, it was almost negligible. The noise also gradually disappeared, and everyone stared at the host on the stage with wide eyes!

  Damn it, hurry up and say it!

  It's not easy being a host, can't say the wrong thing, and even more so can't offend the audience. If you say something wrong, you'll be severely criticized by your leaders, and if you offend the audience, you're basically done for, especially with these "beasts" tonight!

  "Everyone be quiet for a moment, just one more moment!"

  It's actually very quiet now, with only him speaking, and if someone farted, everyone in the room would be able to hear it!

  Damn it, if you don't speak I'll castrate you...

  The host trembled: "My god! It's too exciting - Guest No. 3 wants to gamble with all the distinguished guests in the room! The stake is six hundred million... US dollars... and... you can bet as much as you want... and... there's another rule... you know what I mean!"

  The scene was quiet! This was the strangest silence in the history of the Paradise Club - immediately followed by a wave of gasps like a tsunami!

  "Little brother... you're ruthless!" Ah-bao also looked at Shen Qingyang in shock and dismay: "Do you have that much money?"

  Haha! Big brother, I'm very poor. If I weren't poor, why would I become a mercenary? This is a matter of face. Not only do I have to be a mercenary, but I also have to put up with the temper of my superiors and follow their orders. Where are the orders from grandma? Is the Blood Soul Battle Team's collapse really the order from above?

  Shen Qingyang fiddled with the "Bai's Gold Card" in his hand, waving it at Dumbel: "This card can be withdrawn at will, with a maximum amount of 300 million US dollars, and I have two!"

  Old Man Yu's face sank, was this guy crazy? He knew that this card couldn't be bought with money!

  An elliptical private room appeared a graceful red figure, White Dew stared at the F soft seat private room in area B, and a bright color flashed in her beautiful eyes: "Who is he after all? Is there an error in Interpol's file? Why did the boss make such a big bet? Was it just for the sake of the Sky Alliance?"

  "Rourou, what are you doing?"

  "Boss, he...he's crazy!"

  "I need crazy people..."

  Ok! There's nothing lacking in this world, but a madman like Shen Qingyang is still one of a kind.

  Shen Qingyang had already seen the precious woman in front of the oval-shaped private room, and his heart was slightly excited: Hai Lan Villa, I'm really looking forward to it! However, tonight's goal must be achieved, "Ghostly Thief Qi" must be caught dead or alive!

  "Little brother, you have five minutes to torture him, three minutes to escape, and one minute to catch him, a total of nine minutes!" Dumbel took a sip of vodka, his face filled with solemnity.

  "What if I win?"

  "If you win... there's hardly any time and chance left!"

  "Do I have to lose?"

  "This... you can't choose, according to the rules, everyone goes against your bet!"

  "How long does it take to receive the money?"

  “……”

  The host has left the stage, and now there is no one on it. Everyone's eyes are staring at the empty stage, not knowing how to place their bets! After a while, the waitress shuttled between various private rooms collecting chips - very simple, as long as they were opposite Shen Qingyang's chips, they would be valid chips!

  "How much can I make from this? If I win!"

  "At least three hundred million! Your stake is too high." Dumbbell carefully looked around: "Ten minutes later, I'll clear the security guards above, we can't go back, there's a hidden passage on the topmost viewing platform opposite, it should be a good escape route!"

  "Be careful not to eat peanuts!"

  Yao Bo walked out of the private room with his back hunched, now the private room has become the focus of attention, any movement is being locked in by the crazy crowd. Seeing Yao Bo coming out, all the curses and praises came flooding in, this is the star effect! Although this star looks a bit shabby!

  The entire audience was in an uproar, with deafening screams and cheers that shook Shen Qingyang's eardrums! Indeed, one would not know the height of the stage if they didn't get on it, nor would they know what it means to be helpless. Even the strongest person has had this feeling, Shen Qingyang was strong enough, but now everyone in front of him was his enemy!

  Win the gamble, everyone will lose their gold; lose, and he will be left with nothing! Until now, Shen Qingyang still doesn't know what massacre is, how to massacre, or who to massacre!

  "Esteemed sir... Do you know the rules of the game?" The host stuttered a bit, probably due to being too nervous.

  Shen Qingyang shook his head, the rules were set by them, and no matter how unfair they were, he had to face them.

  "Oh! I have to say... You really are a... brave warrior! Yes, a brave warrior! Please come on stage!" The host looked at Shen Qingyang's figure with some trepidation and let out a bewildered sigh.