Twisted Dreams-Chapter 256 - 223: The Demon Club Ball, Two Club Members Meet

Tian Xiaomi was momentarily stunned.

This President Zhu, why is he so... so...

The manager didn't dare say much, quickly switching to the "most dazzling national style" song.

Tian Xiaomi worked hard, swaying her hips.

Zhu Dajun couldn't stop grinning.

It's indeed a good sight.

He didn't have the respect that fans had for Tian Xiaomi; in his eyes, she was just a higher-priced commodity.

But that price meant nothing to Zhu Dajun.

Just as he was about to drink, someone knocked on the private room door.

Tian Xiaomi's eyes showed displeasure.

It's already embarrassing enough for a popular actress to be fawning in a nightclub.

And now someone dares to interrupt?

Zhu Dajun's face turned sour too; who could be so blind, not seeing that Old Zhu was getting into the mood?

The person outside knocked twice, then barged in regardless of the occupants' consent.

It was a young man with white hair, called Mad Wolf, a trusted aide of Zhu Dajun and also a sworn brother.

Mad Wolf didn't even glance at Tian Xiaomi or the manager, going straight to Zhu Dajun and whispering:

"That master has arrived."

Zhu Dajun frowned: 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"No master can ruin my moment!"

Mad Wolf squeezed Zhu Dajun's shoulder:

"Boss, it's that master!"

Zhu Dajun snorted, suddenly realizing something, quickly turning to look at Mad Wolf.

Mad Wolf's eyes were serious, solemn.

Zhu Dajun quickly spat the drink out from his mouth, staring seriously at Mad Wolf:

"Where?"

Mad Wolf pointed upwards:

"His office."

Zhu Dajun stood up, looking around for something, muttering:

"Water, water! Quick! Water!"

Mad Wolf quickly handed Zhu Dajun a half-bottle of mineral water from Tian Xiaomi.

Zhu Dajun grabbed it, pouring it into his mouth.

He wasn't daring enough to let Li Yang smell alcohol on him.

Not that Li Yang forbade drinking, but he was afraid the alcohol smell on him would discomfort Li Yang.

Zhu Dajun rinsed his mouth vigorously, jogging out the door.

Tian Xiaomi and the manager exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

They knew that in South Sea, Zhu Dajun could practically cover the sky with one hand, so who could make Zhu Dajun act so submissively?

Only then did Mad Wolf look at Tian Xiaomi and the manager, courteously saying:

"Sorry, President Zhu has something to attend to, please excuse us."

The manager hurriedly responded:

"Go ahead, go ahead, we're leaving."

The manager took Tian Xiaomi by the arm and headed outside.

They had collided with 'Heaven'.

'Heaven' was not something these small figures could see, hear, or speak of.

As Tian Xiaomi walked out of the room, she couldn't help but glance towards Zhu Dajun's back.

Tian Xiaomi blinked her eyes:

"If the person Zhu Dajun is meeting is willing to help me, would I secure this role?"

The manager pulled Tian Xiaomi's arm hard:

"Acting is acting, don't take the play too seriously.

The Cinderella story is nothing more than a fantasy."

This popular actress, in the presence of a real 'Heaven', was merely a Cinderella.

...

Emperor Nightclub, top floor, Demon Club, Chairman's Office.

In an office as grand as a palace, the lighting was dim.

Li Yang sat in an office chair, wearing a round hat, his entire face hidden in shadow.

He picked up a cigarette.

Zhu Dajun, bending like a puppy, rushed to light it, and Li Yang did not refuse.

Zhu Dajun felt relieved.

It seemed like this master was in a good mood today.

Li Yang gently exhaled a puff of smoke:

"Prepare for the ball the day after tomorrow. Members of the Imperial Capital Demon Club will attend."

Zhu Dajun's body gave a jolt, and his face burst with intense joy.

Being aware of the kind of people in the South Sea Demon Club, Zhu Dajun knew very well.

Musicians, business tycoons, underworld lords, high-ranking officials, all were the elite of the South Sea.

The members of the Imperial Capital Demon Club must also be the elite of the Imperial Capital.

There was a distinction between South Sea and Imperial Capital.

In South Sea, as long as you had money, you could walk sideways.

In Imperial Capital, even if you had ten billion, you had to behave honestly.

Don't be fooled by those who claim to be the Crown Princes of the Beijing Circle online; in truth, the real elite of the Imperial Capital never appear online.

Who among ordinary people knows about the Four Great Families of the Imperial Capital?

Which Crown Prince of the Four Great Families would appear on the internet?

Forming friendships and collaborations with those mysterious tycoons of the Imperial Capital would elevate his power significantly.

...

Two days later, South Sea.

A car stopped at the entrance of Emperor Nightclub.

Two people got out of the car.

One was Yang Xiao, wearing a crying mask, and the other was Zhi Qiluo, wearing a ghostly mask.

Yang Xiao clicked his tongue and sighed:

"The South Sea Demon Club is actually the Emperor Nightclub."

Zhi Qiluo's beautiful eyes widened with surprise:

"South Sea's first sleepless city is also the territory of the Demon Club.

Tell me, where do you think the Demon Club's locations in other cities would be?"

The Emperor Nightclub is very famous in Xia Country, a real feast of sea and sky.

Yang Xiao chuckled lightly:

"As long as it's not in the Bureau of Public Security, I won't be surprised."

The two had just walked through the door when an attendant wearing a white mask bowed respectfully:

"Please show your credentials."

Zhi Qiluo and Yang Xiao each took out a black card.

There were no words on the black card, but the attendant appeared even more respectful.

Because the attendant could see the special coded symbols on the black card.

[Artist]

[Ghost Rakshasa]

The attendant respectfully returned the cards:

"Please follow me."

Yang Xiao and Zhi Qiluo could see the aura of death surrounding the attendant.

This attendant was an Extraordinary, or perhaps he was a Cleaner.

Led by the attendant, Yang Xiao and Zhi Qiluo stepped into the elevator and arrived at the top floor hallway.

As soon as they stepped onto the top floor, Zhi Qiluo was stunned.

It wasn't the luxury that took her by surprise, but the design concept that struck her.

She stood, staring blankly at the floor beneath her.

It was the ballroom of the Emperor Nightclub.

Men and women, dressed in bizarre costumes, frantically venting their life's fatigue under the DJ's passionate rhythm.

However, the noise below couldn't reach them above.

It felt as if she was standing above mortal desires, transcending the mundane, completely isolated from mediocrity.

Zhi Qiluo walked further inside.

The crystal chandeliers cast dazzling light, the gentle lighting illuminating the spacious venue, reflecting a scene of opulence.

An unforgettable classical piano melody, drifting from an elderly man wearing a mask centrally in the hall.

Dozens of attendants dressed in tailcoats or maid outfits, and wearing masks, moved about serving the elegantly dressed guests.

The guests all wore masks, and Zhi Qiluo sensed each of them emitted an oppressing aura.

These were all demons!

They were conversing, some pairs of men and women dancing gracefully to the piano tune.

Envy filled Zhi Qiluo's eyes.

She wasn't a demon and hadn't caught Death God's favor.

In the Demon Club, her combat power might be the lowest.

Because she was merely the attendant in charge of the Imperial Capital Demon Club.

Frankly, just the head server.

"Sir, this is not where I have the privilege to enter, please make yourself at home; everything here is provided for you."

The attendant respectfully finished, leaving the venue.

"Hello, how should I address you both?"

Zhu Dajun, wearing a mask, grinned and extended his hand in greeting.

Yang Xiao smiled and extended his hand:

"Artist."

Zhi Qiluo did not lose her composure and spoke:

"Ghost Rakshasa."

Zhu Dajun's smile deepened:

"Little Shadow Demon."

The people here would regard the other members as seasoned veterans of the Demon Club.

The South Sea Demon Club members believed the Imperial Capital Demon Club members to be monsters who had lived countless years.

Imperial Capital Demon Club members saw South Sea Demon Club members the same way.

They didn't know that the Demon Club had only been established for less than three years.

Everyone was cautious of each other, respected each other, and thought the other was quite impressive.

Zhu Dajun glanced at the lineup of beautiful women standing outside the venue and said:

"Mr. Artist, since it's your first time at the South Sea Demon Club, please enjoy the club's fine wines and... beauties."

Yang Xiao declined Zhu Dajun's offer:

"I'm not interested in those; I only enjoy a bit of creation, a bit of art."

Zhu Dajun chuckled:

"Mr. Artist is a cultured person.

In recent years, I've also developed some appreciation for art.

I wonder what kind of creations Mr. Artist prefers?"

Yang Xiao looked at Zhu Dajun in surprise.

Someone actually appreciates art?

Yang Xiao thought this person was worth interacting with, as he liked people who appreciated art.

He took a photo from his pocket, revealing a satisfied and confident smile:

"These are all my art pieces; if you like them, I'll give you some."

Zhu Dajun received Yang Xiao's photo with both hands.

With just one glance, goosebumps appeared, and his hair stood on end.

The photos were filled with grotesque stitched creatures, similar to 'human centipedes' seen in horror films.

Indeed, the seniors were truly devils in the literal sense!

Only Lord Death God could control such terrifying beings!