* Boom! *
Dark clouds covered the gloomy sky, and thunder rumbled through the clouds. Dazzling lightning flashed, and the entire night sky seemed like it would collapse at any moment.
Soon, bean-sized raindrops began to fall. A heavy downpour was about to descend upon the Amerikan city of Newlai.
Newport had a population of more than 20 million. It was the largest city in Amerika, and also the financial center of the world.
This international metropolis could be said to be the symbol of Amerika. Countless people had fallen here, but many had also realized their dreams here, and it attracted more and more people.
Newport's nights were never peaceful. Police sirens could be heard from time to time on the bustling neon streets. People were in a hurry. Some were avoiding the heavy rain, while others were busy with their lives.
On a street in Manton, an orange-painted taxi ran over a puddle on the ground, splashing a little bit of water, and then stopped in front of a nightclub with a squeak.
"Sir, we've arrived at your destination."
The driver, Lao Hei, turned his head and smiled at Zuo Yi, who was sitting in the back seat. "67 dollars."
Zuo Yi handed over a hundred-dollar bill. "Keep the change."
Lao Hei took the bill and looked at the anti-counterfeiting label. He smiled and said, "Thank you, sir. I hope you have a good night."
Zuo Yi nodded, opened the door, and got out of the car.
The rain had just stopped.
The road was still wet, and there was a long line on the sidewalk in front of the nightclub. Most of the people in the line were young people. They were wearing all kinds of strange clothes and had fashionable tags all over their bodies. There were also many flirtatious women in revealing clothes.
Two tower-like brawny men expressionlessly guarded the door until someone came out from inside. Only then did they let the person in.
Zuo Yi looked up at the neon sign hanging above. The English word "Duke" was particularly eye-catching.
The Duke Club, a nightclub in Manton, Newport, was very famous in the inner world of Amerika. It welcomed all Extraordinaires and provided all kinds of entertainment.
The club's boss, Duke Leslie, was on the list provided by the Tarot Club. He was a ringbearer of the Council of Truth.
However, the evidence the Tarot Club had wasn't enough to incriminate him. Furthermore, the Leslie family was famous in Newley and had a lot of influence.
The Tarot Club had always suspected that the Duke's Club was used by the Council of Truth to recruit new blood. They had tried to plant a spy to get information, but the spy had disappeared after entering.
Zuo Yi went straight to the entrance of the club.
A gatekeeper said in a deep voice, "Kid, go to the back and line up."
"I don't think I need it."
Zuo Yi stretched out his right hand, holding a coin in his palm. The coin melted into a ball of liquid metal right in front of his opponent's eyes.
"Sir, please …"
The fierce-looking gatekeeper's expression immediately changed. He respectfully opened the door and bowed to make an inviting gesture.
The Duke's Club welcomed all Extraordinaires. If he dared to reject Zuo Yi, he would definitely not live to see the next day.
"Thank you."
Zuo Yi gave a large bill as a tip and walked into the club under the envious gazes of others.
After passing through a very short corridor, the stained glass door in front of him automatically opened. Instantly, a wave of sound and heat hit him in the face!
This nightclub was extremely large. The main hall was several thousand square meters in area and had a total of three floors. The interior was decorated in a radical style, full of the avant-garde and heavy metal flavor.
Young men and women surrounded the front of the stage. Amidst the passionate music and the roars of the DJ, they desperately twisted their bodies along with the girls on stage. Colorful lasers swept across the venue in a disorderly manner, refracting an extremely noisy scene.
In such an environment, it was difficult for the average person to control their emotions and involuntarily "high" along with the crowd.
Zuo Yi noticed that some tattooed youths were shuttling through the crowd, peddling contraband goods. There was a strange smell in the air.
He glanced around and then squeezed to the front of the bar.
The bar here was very long, and five or six bartenders were busy preparing drinks for the customers.
Zuo Yi found an empty seat and sat down. He casually threw a large bill on the bar and said to the bartender in front of him, "Give me your best drink."
The bartender deftly put away the bill and said with a smile, "Please wait a moment."
The bartender quickly prepared a blood-red cocktail for Zuo Yi and respectfully handed it to him. "Fiery Inferno."
Zuo Yi took it and tasted it. He nodded and said, "Not bad."
The bartender was a little proud. "I created this myself. Most people can only drink one glass at most."
In the nightclubs and bars of Newport City, if a bartender did not have some skills, he would not be able to survive.
Zuo Yi smiled.
The bartender asked tentatively, "Are you from Korea?"
Zuo Yi shook his head. "No."
The bartender immediately said with certainty, "Then you must be from Da Xia!"
Zuo Yi was a little curious. "Why not Japanese?"
To these Europeans, Asians, especially people from the three countries of East Asia, were all the same. It was impossible to distinguish their specific nationality.
The bartender smiled. "I've never seen a Japanese as tall as you."
Zuo Yi could not help but laugh.
This bartender was quite interesting. He threw another large bill and asked, "Is your boss here tonight?"
According to the information from the Tarot Club, if there was nothing going on, Duke Leslie would basically stay in the club to have fun.
The bill disappeared from the counter instantly. The bartender pointed upstairs and said, "The boss is on the third floor, but …"
He kindly advised, "Many people come here to look for our boss, but very few are qualified to talk to him. And if you make him unhappy, you will regret it."
"Thank you."
Zuo Yi raised his glass and drank the Fiery Hell in one gulp. Then he walked to the stairs.
The bartender took the empty glass and shook his head as he looked at Zuo Yi's back.
He was not very optimistic about Zuo Yi.
Because the Duke did not like people from Da Xia, he had just warned Zuo Yi. If Zuo Yi did not listen, then it was none of his business.
Zuo Yi smoothly went to the second floor, but he was stopped at the stairs leading to the third floor.
A man in a suit wearing sunglasses said coldly, "You can't go upstairs."
"I heard that your boss is looking for this …"
Zuo Yi turned his wrist and showed a death-exemption token. "I'm here to make a deal with him."
The man in the suit stared at the token and frowned. He was a little hesitant.
Zuo Yi handed over the token. "Show it to your boss. I believe he will accept me."
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