Twisted Dreams-Chapter 27 - 25: The Demon Club’s First Location
Zhu Dajun sat next to Du Yangming, barely daring to touch the sofa with his pants, and asked softly:
"Honorable Apostle, what instructions does that... gentleman have?"
Being treated so respectfully by such a prominent figure, it was impossible for Du Yangming to feel no ripples in his heart.
But he did not show it, as he was representing the face of the Death God at the moment.
He took out a black card from his pocket and said indifferently:
"The master instructed me to give you the membership card."
Zhu Dajun carefully wiped his hand on his expensive suit before cautiously accepting the card.
After becoming a Demon, he possessed Extraordinary Power, being able to see things on the card that were invisible to mortals.
[Low·Shadow Demon].
Zhu Dajun immediately understood.
Demon Club!
The membership card must symbolize the identity of a Demon Club member.
Zhu Dajun secretly squeezed the membership card.
It definitely wasn’t paper or metal; he couldn’t tell what material it was.
Du Yangming continued:
"From now on, half of the Emperor Nightclub will be used for regular business operations.
The other half will be a private venue for the members of the Demon Club.
This will henceforth be South Sea’s Demon Club."
Zhu Dajun chewed over Du Yangming’s words, absorbing all the meanings into his mind.
The fact that half of Emperor Nightclub is used for regular business indicates that the Demon Club wants to hide within the Mortal World and not be exposed to the public eye.
After all, if the Emperor Nightclub suddenly closed and was used solely for private matters, it would attract a lot of attention.
Additionally, since Emperor Nightclub is South Sea’s Demon Club, does it mean that there are many other hidden Demon Clubs in the world?
It turns out the Extraordinary World has always been around me, I just never had the qualifications to reach that level.
Since Demons truly exist in this world, does it mean other Extraordinary Creatures, and even legendary Cultivators, also truly exist?
Zhu Dajun suddenly felt his blood boil, and his tiger eyes suppressed a fierce ambition.
Du Yangming continued:
"The part of the Demon Club needs to be renovated; it cannot just be a place of red-light allure.
The dance hall, music room, café, entertainment facilities, as well as catering, rooms, and conference rooms, must be complete.
The master has instructed that the Demon Club should cater to the needs of its members and fulfill their desires as much as possible."
Zhu Dajun took out a small notebook and carefully recorded Du Yangming’s words.
This Apostle is sent to take over the Emperor Nightclub, and might even be his direct boss in the future.
"And one more important thing," Du Yangming added.
Zhu Dajun was recording:
"Speak your mind."
Du Yangming looked deeply at Zhu Dajun:
"Prepare a comfortable suite for the master."
Zhu Dajun was stunned:
"He will come?
Do I have the chance to meet that being?"
Zhu Dajun dared not directly call the name of the Death God.
He didn’t have the courage to go to the pharmacy to bother Li Yang.
Zhu Dajun believed that the Death God was either playing in the mortal world or had a special mission, which is why he was at that little pharmacy.
The Death God bestowed him with the Demon Power purely out of temporary interest or curiosity in his desires.
Otherwise, he would never have had the chance to meet such an incredible entity.
Without the command of the gods, how dare one see the god?
Du Yangming sneered:
"The master’s identity is beyond imagination. If he were to come here, it would be your honor.
The master may not necessarily descend here, but a place for the master cannot be absent."
Zhu Dajun nodded repeatedly.
Du Yangming stood up:
"Alright, I should go now, take care of your duties."
He had to appear in the ward before his girlfriend returned to the hospital.
Zhu Dajun quickly said:
"Sir, one moment, please give me your bank card number in the human world.
From now on, all income from the Emperor Nightclub will be credited to that card."
Du Yangming provided his bank card number.
Zhu Dajun wasn’t foolish enough to check whose name was on that card.
No matter what identity he discovers, it’s all a disguise for the Demon in the mortal world.
He wouldn’t make trouble for himself.
Du Yangming was about to leave again, but Zhu Dajun stopped him once more.
Du Yangming frowned at Zhu Dajun.
Zhu Dajun’s face wore an ingratiating smile:
"It’s rare for you to come here. Why not enjoy yourself a little?"
Du Yangming didn’t understand what Zhu Dajun meant.
Zhu Dajun pointed at his earpiece:
"Come in."
Mad Wolf pushed open the door, and a wave of fragrance wafted in.
Outside the door, a group of women, beautiful as flowers and dressed in various styles, walked in gracefully.
Lolitas, business suits, stately noblewomen, casual home attire, maid outfits, bikinis...
Domestic and international, all of different exquisite types.
Zhu Dajun displayed a smile every man understands:
"Here are young girls, teenagers, young wives, mature women, and some are first-timers."
Du Yangming’s throat moved.
He was more interested in women’s blood.
Especially those two young girls, the blood of virgins was like an irresistible poison.
Zhu Dajun leaned closer to Du Yangming, whispering:
"They are tributes to you, it doesn’t matter if you cause any deaths, I can handle it all."
Zhu Dajun couldn’t discern whether Du Yangming’s desire for the previous female attendant was lust or hunger.
These women’s situations were special; their lives had long been sold to Zhu Dajun.
Were it not to please Du Yangming, he would hesitate to offer these precious treasures.
Du Yangming’s eyes glimmered with cold light. He swiftly moved, gripping Zhu Dajun’s neck tightly:
"Do not attempt to guess my thoughts."
Zhu Dajun looked at Du Yangming in terror, nodding with difficulty.
After Du Yangming left, all the women in the room also departed, leaving only Zhu Dajun and Mad Wolf, drinking in silence.
Mad Wolf arranged his words hesitantly, then spoke:
"Boss, who was that man?"
Zhu Dajun tugged at his pompadour hair:
"Someone we can’t afford to offend."
The room fell quiet for a moment.
Zhu Dajun self-deprecatingly remarked:
"It’s the first time in so many years that I’ve flattered a horse only to hit its hoof."
The mind of a Demon is truly not to be guessed at.
Zhu Dajun patted Mad Wolf’s shoulder, asking:
"Ah Lang, have you ever flattered a horse only to hit its hoof? Share to cheer your brother up."
Mad Wolf lowered his eyelids, said morosely:
"Since you’re asking, I actually do have such a story.
It happened five years ago.
I had a great casual partner at the time and thought to let my good buddy enjoy as well."
Zhu Dajun was taken aback: "And then?"
Mad Wolf lit a cigarette with nostalgia, murmured:
"When the three of us met, I realized something.
That casual partner of mine was my good buddy’s girlfriend."
Zhu Dajun remained silent for a while, finally uttering two words:
"Impressive."
Feeling much better.
"Find a designer to come here tomorrow."
...
AM, North City Suburban Cemetery.
The lights were chaotic, the surroundings desolate, the wild wind and grass warily eyed each other, while the moon hastily retreated.
A crow flew across the dark night, landing on the shoulder of a man.
The man wore a well-tailored suit, draped in a black trench coat, with a round hat on his head.
In the eerie cemetery, he appeared bizarre.
Li Yang patted the crow’s head.
The crow leaned close to Li Yang, whispering a few words, informing him of where Su Yutang placed the corpse.
After the last time, the crow didn’t go looking for Su Yutang again.
The timing and location for storing the corpse Li Yang wanted, the crow had its underlings ask about it.
The crow’s underlings were various birds.
The birds were enchanted by the crow’s Magic, able to carry its voice out and bring Su Yutang’s voice back.
