Chapter 614 - 383: Brothers’ Tearful Reunion

Chapter 614: Chapter 383: Brothers’ Tearful Reunion

After hearing the Little Fatty Silkworm’s description, Egg Pancake let out an aggrieved cry.

Little brother silkworm had the ability to protect himself, yet he, the big brother, was just a pathetically weak little snake. He couldn’t even break a child’s skin if he opened his mouth and bit down!

"Goo..."

The Little Fatty Silkworm froze. ’Has Big Brother become this weak?’

It cradled Egg Pancake and gently patted its body, as if to say:

Don’t be afraid, Big Brother. Little brother silkworm will protect you!

That coo would have been fine if it hadn’t happened, but once it did... Egg Pancake felt even more wronged.

"Ahem, being reunited is a good thing. I believe the three of us will get stronger soon, and then we’ll find Yin Yi, Fei Lin, and Huaimiao as quickly as possible."

Han Ning gently tapped Egg Pancake’s head, comforting it softly.

Over the next while, he released Frost Jade from the Soul Beast Space and let the three little ones get to know each other.

Frost Jade was very curious about how its master always managed to find such strange-looking animals.

As for the Little Fatty Silkworm, it had a strange sense of familiarity with this small, pale white dog.

Pale white fur, red eyes.

"Goo..."

The Little Fatty Silkworm’s eyes darted back and forth.

’It’s like... like that little shadow who used to follow the master around.’

’What was her name again?’

’I think it was Ah Yu.’

’Did she cross over too?’

...

The time soon reached midnight.

Biantang City Village, Blue Bay Bar.

It was the weekend and just past midnight, the liveliest time of day for a bar.

The sound of explosive dance music spilled out from the dimly lit entrance onto the street.

Intersecting red and purple spotlights cast a dreamy, mesmerizing glow on the ground at the bar’s entrance.

Men in twos and threes with full beards, white T-shirts, white long socks, and sneakers, their cheeks round, walked into the bar with their arms around each other.

’How strange. I don’t think I’ve seen a single woman?’

Han Ning stood at the entrance observing for a while and noticed that everyone entering the bar was a man.

’Damn! It can’t be a gay bar, can it? That woman, Xie Mingke, never mentioned this.’

A moment later, he seemed to realize something, and his expression turned extremely strange.

But for the sake of strengthening his Soul Beasts, he grimaced, pulled the brim of his baseball cap down, and walked through the door.

"Hello, sir. We have a face check policy here. Please remove your hat so we can see your appearance."

Before he could go far, two clean-cut men in white shirts stopped him.

"A face check policy?" Han Ning frowned.

"It’s nothing. Please, come in."

Once the attendant saw Han Ning’s face, he smiled and waved him in.

After entering, he first paid the 200-yuan cover charge, passed through a hallway filled with suggestive lighting, and pushed open a door.

BOOM BOOM BOOM~

An explosive wave of sound instantly washed over him.

A spacious hall, illuminated by magenta lights, came into view.

At the front of the hall was a stage.

Right then, an unknown band was on stage, screaming hysterically.

The powerful, surging drumbeat pounded relentlessly against Han Ning’s eardrums.

The area ahead was filled with booths of various sizes.

Some men with effeminate, enchanting features and heavy makeup sat in the booths, held by other, more muscular men.

Han Ning’s arrival immediately drew the attention of a few people.

"Hey handsome, care for a drink?" A round-faced man with a full beard approached him.

"Get lost."

Han Ning didn’t even glance at the man. His eyes swept across the hall, searching for the attendant with the number 099 nameplate.

"So handsome~ I like it so much. Come * me."

Not only did the round-faced, bearded man not leave, but he also stuck to him like glue.

’Fucking bad luck.’

Han Ning calmly dodged the bearded man’s embrace and walked into the dense maze of booths.

Every few meters he walked, he would attract numerous gazes.

His aura was so unique that he seemed completely out of place in the raucous environment.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the bar.

In a luxurious suite with two-way mirrors,

a captivating woman in a sexy dress with shoulder-length silver hair watched Han Ning enter, her eyes lowered.

Fingers painted with pumpkin-colored nail polish held a slender, long-stemmed glass.

The pale gold liquid coated the inside of the glass, slowly sliding down.

A faint smile touched the woman’s lips. She turned to a man in a black trench coat beside her, who was also observing Han Ning, and said softly, "He’s not gay. He’s repulsed by certain things here. He’s clearly a newly-emerged Extraordinary Being. Could he be from the Foreign Affairs Team?"

"The Foreign Affairs Team? No matter how unprofessional those government people are, they wouldn’t send a rookie with such a low-level disguise. I’d guess he’s just some newbie who stumbled into the Extraordinary world by accident. No need to pay him any mind."

The man glanced over, his gaze falling back onto the woman’s ample bosom. He spoke in a hoarse voice,

"Have you selected the personnel?"

"Give it a few more days. An unofficial Tier Eight fighter isn’t that easy to come by..."

"Hurry up! The ruins we found are very well hidden. If we delay any longer, the government people might notice, and then we won’t even get the scraps!"

"I understand, but there’s no one. What do you want me to do? I can’t just send people in to die, can I?" The sexy woman snorted coldly, and a strange red glint flashed in her pupils, which were adorned with cosmetic contact lenses.

The man fell silent. After a long moment, he spat out a single word: "Hurry."

Down below.

Han Ning felt two scrutinizing gazes, tinged with a faint Spiritual Aura, coming from above.

He pretended not to notice. His eyes scanned the area, and he finally spotted the attendant wearing the "099" nameplate in a corner of the bar.

He strode forward, pretending to ask a question, and handed the Metal card in his hand to the attendant. "Take me to the black market."

The 099 attendant looked down, rubbed the Metal card a few times, and said in a low voice, "Sir, please follow me."

"Heh, I was right. He really is a new Extraordinary Being." In the private room, the man watched Han Ning leave, taking the opportunity to break the stagnant atmosphere.

They both turned their heads to the right.

A dense array of LCD screens was embedded in the wall.

Countless surveillance feeds were playing in real-time.

...

Han Ning followed the attendant through a side door on the right side of the bar. They then descended, passing through one dim corridor after another, and then through several small doors.

Finally, they took a mechanical elevator that looked to be at least several decades old, descending 30 meters.

RUMBLE!

As the elevator landed with a thud, a vast, oval-shaped space resembling an air-raid shelter appeared before him.

Along both sides of the shelter were stalls of various sizes.

Behind each stall sat a figure completely shrouded in a black robe.

A sparse few people, also dressed in black robes, moved through the aisle in the middle.

"Welcome to the Blue Bay Black Market. I wish you a pleasant shopping experience."

waved, turned around, got back on the elevator, and disappeared from view.

Unlike a traditional "ghost market," the air-raid shelter was not dimly lit; a row of bright spotlights was embedded in the ceiling.

Han Ning touched his cheek, realizing he was the only one here with his face uncovered.

In response, he just gave a disdainful little laugh. With a whirl of his Spiritual Power, he activated the Spiritual Energy within his body, "borrowing" the Little Fatty Silkworm’s Round-faced Fat Chicken ability.

Black smoke swirled and enveloped his face and body, leaving only his bright eyes exposed.

Only after doing this did he relax and walk toward the stalls.

Besides the exceptionally mysterious name of the black market, the things sold here were also very different from those outside.

The first stall was a messy display of some very strange items.

A few dozen black fish scales, circulating a faint aura of Darkness.

A Section of a slender leg bone, which seemed to be human.

A dozen or so herbs of various shapes, emitting a peculiar scent.

’All a bunch of trash...’

Han Ning scanned the area but didn’t sense a single item with even a decent amount of Energy.

The fish scales were the most Energy-rich, but all of them combined didn’t even add up to 0.01. They were practically useless.

He shook his head to himself and walked toward the next stall...