Lu Zheng glanced indifferently at the few glasses of wine on the tray, then turned to the middle‑aged man, silent, while Si Lingxi and the other girls naturally stayed unmoved as well.

The middle‑aged man's face finally sank.

He'd dealt with people from Hua Country before, but whenever those people were brought before him, every single one of them was cautious and trembling, not daring to show the slightest resistance. In the end they all became dishes in his bowl, used up and then thrown away.

He hadn't expected this young man in front of him to be completely unmoved?

The biker gang, the burly doormen, none of it scared them. Did he really think Australia was a law‑abiding society, that because he was a Hua Country citizen, he completely didn't dare touch him?

Seeing the stalemate here, the few beauties around them looked at each other, subconsciously backing away, putting some distance between them. Then the men who had been sitting in the rec room watching the beauties dance, while secretly paying attention to this side, all stood up one after another and surrounded them.

One of the men even flicked out a butterfly knife, making it flip up and down in his hand, really looking like a butterfly. Another man pulled a handgun out from the pile of bottles on the coffee table in front of him, casually playing with it in his hand.

A bunch of burly men closed in, glaring at Lu Zheng with hostile eyes, while the middle‑aged man seemed completely oblivious, looking at Lu Zheng, brows barely knitting. "What, you're not even willing to have a drink?"

As he spoke, the middle‑aged man turned his gaze to the four women behind Lu Zheng. His eyes swept over the faces of Si Lingxi, Liu Qingyan, Lin Wan, and Shen Ying one by one, finally stopping on Si Lingxi. "And you, miss, you're not willing to have a drink either?"

Liu Qingyan spoke lightly, "You've put a heavy dose of hallucinogen in these drinks. A normal person drinks just one glass, and they'll be out of their mind in no time."

The middle‑aged man couldn't help freezing for a moment, and the guy with the gun behind him immediately raised it, aiming at Lu Zheng and the others. "Who the hell are you people?"

Lu Zheng ignored him and just looked at the middle‑aged man, raising an eyebrow. "So, can we leave or not?"

The middle‑aged man finally took Lu Zheng seriously for the first time, his eyes flickering, then the corner of his mouth curled in a vicious grin. "No. Not unless you drink this."

"Click!"

A gun instantly aimed at Lu Zheng, the safety flicked off. The muzzle was less than thirty centimeters from Lu Zheng's forehead.

The middle‑aged man shrugged, looking at Lu Zheng with a playful expression, then saw the corners of Lu Zheng's lips quirk up as he smiled and raised his hand.

"Pa!"

With a snap of his fingers, all the women in the room suddenly blacked out and collapsed on the spot.

"Clatter clatter crash…" The dense sound of women hitting the floor mixed with shattering glasses rang out.

"Huh?"

Everyone froze, not knowing what had just happened.

Only the middle‑aged man's pupils shrank. "Shoot!"

"Bang!"

The man with the gun didn't hesitate, pulling the trigger right at Lu Zheng's forehead.

Then everyone saw Lu Zheng's finger‑snapping hand move slightly, and at his fingertip there was suddenly a yellowish bullet.

The middle‑aged man's pupils contracted sharply, while the man with the gun just felt his brain go blank and stood rooted to the spot.

"Shoot, damn it!" the middle‑aged man roared.

"Bang bang bang—"

After a string of gunshots, shell casings scattered all over the floor, yet Lu Zheng still stood perfectly fine in front of them.

He opened his hand; lying quietly in his palm were nine bullet heads.

Middle‑aged man: ???

"You… what the hell… are you people?"

Worthy of being a boss‑level figure—those little minions were all scared stupid, and he was actually still able to speak.

"What are we?"

Lu Zheng shook his head with a laugh. "We just wanted to have a nice little shopping trip. Your underling dragged us up here, and now you're asking us what we are?"

The corner of the middle‑aged man's mouth twitched. He couldn't help giving Reina a sidelong glare, then looked back at Lu Zheng. He decisively pulled out a handgun and pointed it at Reina.

"Bang!"

Before Reina could react, he saw a bullet hanging in the air not far in front of him.

"Ah!!!"

With a scream, Reina stumbled back in a panic, tripping over himself and then scrambling backwards on his hands. He watched as Shen Ying stepped forward and pinched the suspended bullet between her fingers.

"Everything started because of this man. If he just dies like this, wouldn't that make him a confused ghost?"

In an instant, everyone's gaze focused on Shen Ying.

"Devil!"

"Witch!"

"Superpower User?"

"Neo!?"

"This is all it takes to scare you?"

Shen Ying toyed with the bullet between her fingers; this was her first time seeing a modern weapon.

After playing with it a couple of times, she looked at the middle‑aged man and gestured around. "All your men are carrying guns. Have them all shoot together?"

Everyone: "…"

No one dared move a muscle; their hands were kept far away from their guns, afraid of causing Shen Ying to misunderstand.

"W‑we're… we're sorry…" The middle‑aged man's whole body was stiff. Forcing down the pounding of his heart, he bowed his head deeply. "We were blind. Please forgive us. I'll send you away right now."

Si Lingxi said disdainfully, "Either you fight to the death or you get on your knees and beg. Yet this man still clings to a sliver of luck. Truly useless."

"Because we haven't killed anyone yet, he still thinks we're hesitant." Lu Zheng laughed. "He thinks we're afraid of drawing official attention, thinks he still has a chance."

"So that's it…"

Si Lingxi shook her head, thought for a moment, the corner of her mouth lifting as if remembering something, and then…

Under everyone's gaze, Si Lingxi suddenly went up in roaring flames. Her whole body blurred, and in an instant she turned into a Flame Demon straight out of Western pop culture—except this Flame Demon had a pair of flaming wings spread behind its back.

Si Lingxi's voice sounded faintly, "Now do you still think we'll be afraid?"

Everyone stared, dumbstruck, and then…

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

Several big tough men shrieked like they'd just been assaulted, stumbling back again and again.

They'd come out to have fun, to let loose, and somehow Si Lingxi was the first to find the fun button.

"Heehee, this is fun!"

Shen Ying let out a soft laugh, her figure swaying as she transformed into a Netherworld Fierce Ghost. Her long hair floated in a windless room, her blood‑red maw gaping wide as she looked at Reina, chuckling coldly.

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

Reina screamed at the top of his lungs, then, being the closest to the door, scrambled to his feet, rolled over, and bolted. He reached the door and grabbed for the handle.

Only, the door that normally opened with a pull now felt like it was cast from iron, not budging an inch.

Reina yanked at the door in a frenzy, not daring to look back even once.

Then he felt a hand pat his shoulder.

In that instant, Reina felt all the strength drain from his body. His limbs went weak as he slowly turned around.

As he turned, he saw Lu Zheng right in front of him, and in the next second Lu Zheng's body twisted and morphed into a three‑meter‑tall Devil with a distorted body, horns on its head, and eyes glowing red.

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

Reina pressed himself flat against the door, wishing he could merge into it.

Of the three monsters, only Liu Qingyan still looked delicate and frail, which somehow made her even creepier.

"You really are…"

Liu Qingyan sighed, then cast a Blinding Technique on herself as well.

The next moment, a Magical Beast appeared in front of everyone—a creature snow‑white from head to toe, but with razor‑sharp fangs and blood‑red eyes, as tall as two people, with nine Fox Tails swaying behind it.

"Aaaahhhh!!!"