Welik followed Allen out of the taxi and looked at the huge signboard of Twilight in front of him. The young man couldn't help but feel awkward. He was wearing a fitted suit that Allen had bought for him, and his half-long hair had been trimmed. Welik even wore a tie. He was originally tall and sturdy, and he looked even more dignified after changing into this outfit. However, he was used to living in the marketplace, and dressing up like this made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
However, when he thought of the person he was going to deal with tonight, Welik would endure it no matter how uncomfortable it was.
He could not forget Zia's eyes that had lost their luster, nor could he forget her back that was curled up in a corner and crying. The flames of hatred burned fiercely, and Welik was like a wild wolf that wanted to devour humans and eat them, his eyes surging with killing intent.
Allen walked into the twilight gate with his saber in his hand, so tired that the two waiters followed him nervously, afraid that Allen was here to cause trouble.
He was indeed here to cause trouble tonight, but not yet, so he casually threw two bills to one of the waiters and said, "Give us a card seat."
The waiter smiled and said, "Young Master, you look very unfamiliar. Is this your first time here in Twilight? We have rules here. Not just anyone can have a card seat … "
Before he could finish speaking, Allen had already flipped his palm and wore Bescot's silver ring. The waiter immediately changed his words, "So it's the young master of Bescot. Please follow me."
As a high-end entertainment venue in Babylon, Twilight naturally knew the emblems of the various clans like the back of her hand, and used them to distinguish her identity, so that she wouldn't offend someone without knowing it. The silver ring on Allen's hand was a symbol of status. Even if he wasn't a regular customer of the bar, he would still be treated as a guest of honor. Even though Twilight truly respected the silver ring and the family it represented, not Allen himself.
No matter what, he and William still got an elegant card seat. Allen casually ordered some drinks and waited for the wine to be served. Allen gave the waiter a few more small bills and said, "Our good friend Young Master Vincent will come over later. Please take him to the adjacent booth." I wanted to give him a surprise, you know, a little joke between friends. "
After the waiter left, only he and William were left in the booth.
Welik tugged at his tie, which was suffocating him. "Are you sure Vincent will come tonight?" he said.
"Of course, Josh will come too. Don't worry. "
"Where did you hear the news?"
"A … a reliable friend." Allen couldn't help but rub his eyebrows when he thought of Adele, who had squeezed a little thing out of him and smiled like a little fox.
Since Allen said so, Wilick did not continue to ask. They didn't have to wait long before Vincent and Josh arrived, followed by a group of noble children. Through the gap in the curtain that served as a partition, Ellen happened to see Vincent's smiling face. He calmly sat back in his seat and quietly sipped on the cocktail Twilight had specially provided.
Vincent and the others were brought to a booth next to Allen and the others. Josh was the most excited among them. There were always visible and invisible circles among the nobles, and tonight, Josh would enter Vincent's circle. He knew very well that it was far from enough to overthrow his brothers in the clan with his own strength. But with Vincent and his friends' help, he was a little closer to his goal.
Everyone sat down and the wine was served. Vincent patted Josh on the shoulder and said, "Come, let me introduce you. This is Josh from the Weems family. Josh is a romantic guy. He just fucked a hot woman last night. Let's play together in the future. Come, after this glass of wine, we're all good friends. "
After three rounds of wine.
A youth chuckled, "Vincent, I heard that you've been dealing with that kid named Allen recently. How's it going?"
Vincent coughed dryly. Remembering that he had a bad start a few days ago, he said awkwardly, "Soon, soon."
Suddenly, an indifferent voice floated over from the neighboring seat, "Vincent, Josh, good evening."
The other youths were confused, but Vincent and Josh's expressions changed at the same time. Josh, in particular, looked like he had seen a ghost. The voice continued, "Josh, you used my trust to collude with Vincent to trick me into going to the Old Oak Bar. Then you used outsiders to kill me, and then you could treat it as an accident in a bar fight. I have to say, you guys set up this trap beautifully. "
Hearing these words, the gaze with which the youth looked at Vincent and Josh was already somewhat strange. After all, there was an invisible bottom line among the nobles. Obviously, if Vincent and Josh really did this, they would have already crossed the bottom line.
Vincent was fine, but Josh couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and said, "Allen, don't talk nonsense. That night was just an accident. Didn't I still get beaten up by someone? "
"That's because Young Master Vincent took care of you in advance. Otherwise, you wouldn't have just been punched." Another voice rang out, "Didn't Young Master Vincent want to find me afterwards? Now, I'm here! "
Vincent finally cried out in alarm, "William?"
'"That's right, Young Master Vincent's money is indeed not that easy to take. After giving me the money, I turned around and found someone to deal with me. If I hadn't run fast, I would probably be cursing you in hell right now, right? "William said coldly.
Hearing this, the other youths had a rough idea. Their gazes at Vincent became complicated, and some even shook their heads.
In fact, that bottom line was not necessarily sacred and inviolable. But if you cross the line, then you have to do it beautifully and not leave any traces. Just like Vincent, he had crossed the bottom line, but he still let the other party live well. If he exposed Vincent's past in front of others, then no matter what, the evaluation of Vincent within the clan would only be lowered and not raised.
At this time, Allen added another fierce medicine, "Young Master Josh, while you were sitting here drinking and chatting happily, the video of William's confession must have been sent to your family." "Your brothers will probably be happy to make a big deal out of it. "If I were you, I'd get the hell home now. Maybe I can save something before that video works."
Josh's face instantly turned ashen. Once this matter was kicked out, he would suffer a double blow. After all, not only had he ignored that bottom line, he had also offended someone from Bescot. Under such circumstances, he naturally wouldn't expect the clan to have a good impression of him. Thinking of his bleak future, Josh lost his mind and pounced on his neighbor with a low roar.
Vincent's expression was ugly. Josh's movements were too fast for him to stop. Josh's actions confirmed Allen's words. If he wasn't guilty, why would he react so intensely?
A series of muffled sounds immediately rang out from the neighboring seats, mixed with the sounds of blunt objects striking and fists hitting flesh, causing the youths on Vincent's side to tremble with fear. Then, a cracking sound rang out, but the curtain of the partition broke. Josh was wrapped in it, and his entire body flew out of the card seat and rolled into the corridor, scaring a few girls passing by to scream.
In the Twilight Bar, people finally noticed the commotion.
Allen walked out of the card seat, flashed his silver ring, and shouted, "This is Bescot's internal affairs. Please don't interfere. As for the losses caused, I will be responsible for them. "
Hearing his words, the bar manager, who originally wanted to intervene, could only retreat with a bitter smile. Firstly, Allen had promised compensation, and secondly, it was Bescot's internal disputes, so it was naturally not Twilight's turn to interfere.
Josh really fainted this time. In his excitement, he had long forgotten all about battle skills and engravings. He pounced towards Allen's card position, but Allen knocked him a few times with his scabbard, and he was even more beaten up by Welik. From Zia's mouth, Welik knew that Vincent was the mastermind, and Josh was the one who had attacked Zia. If Allen hadn't given Josh a kick and kicked him out of the card seat, he would probably have been killed by Welik.
That wasn't what Allen wanted to see. After all, this was a public place. If Welik publicly killed Josh, he wouldn't be able to protect him even if he wanted to.
Welik panted heavily, feeling as if he had yet to finish his sentence. Allen held his scabbard horizontally, preventing him from continuing to chase after him.
"Calm down." Allen shouted softly.
William took a deep breath and nodded.
Allen looked at his neighbor and said, "Vincent, haven't you always wanted to deal with me? Now, I'll give you a chance. How about we have a duel right here? Of course, if you're afraid, scram immediately and don't appear in my line of sight in the future. Otherwise, we might as well settle our business tonight! "
Vincent was in a dilemma.
Allen's words were as domineering and fierce as his saber. He didn't attack, but he attacked the vital points. First, he pierced through Vincent's cross-border behavior, and Allen already occupied the word reason first. Now, he was provoking him into a duel, so Vincent couldn't agree, let alone refuse.
Most importantly, Allen had invited him to fight on the spot. With so many pairs of eyes watching, if Vincent refused, he wouldn't be able to raise his head in the clan in the future. Finally, Vincent poured a large glass of beer into his stomach, threw the glass and stood up, "You're courting death!"
The public area of the bar was cleared out, and many tables and chairs were moved away from their original places. Along with this, some guests had no choice but to move out of their seats. The vacated venue was naturally used for the duel between Allen and the other two. This caused inconvenience to some guests, but knowing that both sides were from Bescot, not only did the guests not object, they were also looking forward to it.
Allen stood in the middle of the field with his saber in his arms, his posture calm. Although he was young, he had already left a deep impression on the onlookers. On the other hand, Vincent's eyes were red and his manic appearance made people shake their heads endlessly.
The gazes of everyone in the bar fell on Allen and the other two, so when Kodorf walked into the bar with the two girls, he even forgot to greet the waiter. He looked at the crowd in the public area doubtfully and muttered, "What's going on?"
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