Chapter 103 - 102: Then I’m Sorry, I Like Honesty

Chapter 103: Chapter 102: Then I’m Sorry, I Like Honesty

Either the soundproofing in the Midnight Bar was just that good,

or the people on the top floor were simply too engrossed in their party.

In any case, when Mengde and his men charged up, they didn’t get a single reaction.

No, seriously.

’Ignoring me like this? Do you people have any manners?’

But when Mengde saw the scene before him, he was no longer surprised.

The top floor of the Midnight Bar Base was, to put it mildly, a lively scene.

Dozens of men and women were engaged in a chaotic frenzy on the dance floor.

All sorts of XXX acts were happening everywhere you looked.

Vast expanses of flesh, pair after pair intertwined...

...all accompanied by sensual, writhing dances.

Under the decadent neon lights, it was like the ultimate aphrodisiac for men.

Stimulating every man’s nerves, every single second!

Beer and red wine were being sprayed around wildly as if they were free.

Anyone familiar with drug use would recognize the state these people were in.

They were completely entranced, lost in a dreamlike haze, like pigs in mud...

Damn, everyone was partying their asses off.

How could anyone possibly notice what was happening downstairs?!

In the center of the top floor was a platform resembling an underground boxing ring.

It was enclosed by an iron fence, shaped like a "soccer field."

The space wasn’t large, less than a third the size of a real soccer field.

The incandescent lights overhead were exceptionally bright,

allowing Mengde and his people to see the scene inside with perfect clarity.

Inside the fenced-in "soccer field," a dozen or so men were engaged in a fierce competition.

Of course, this was a *proper* competition.

The "soccer ball" at their feet was the best proof of that.

There was a reason "soccer ball" was in quotes.

At first, Mengde didn’t notice anything was off.

But just then, Aoxue, who had been by his side the whole time, suddenly tugged his arm.

Mengde followed her pointing finger.

He couldn’t help but gasp.

Because the "soccer ball" being kicked around by a dozen men was a real, severed human head!!!

The head clearly belonged to a man and had been hacked clean off his neck.

It was then used as a "soccer ball."

As it was kicked back and forth, the head was still leaking fresh blood,

staining the "soccer field" a vivid crimson.

Dripping with blood!

The head’s wide-open eyes seemed to be telling a story of indignation and injustice.

Yet, no one on the top floor seemed the least bit uncomfortable.

The couples on the dance floor continued their... activities... while watching the match in the "soccer field."

They let out excited cheers!

Not far from the "soccer field," inside a VIP booth,

was the "fat boss who doesn’t understand soccer" Mengde had seen earlier, Liang Guolin.

Boss Liang himself, holding a glass of champagne, was savoring the intense "soccer match" with great relish.

He was like a connoisseur appreciating a piece of art, offering a word of praise now and then.

His face was completely devoid of humanity.

Mengde saw this scene through his Telekinesis Perception.

He considered himself someone who had seen his fair share of the apocalypse’s cruelty.

But this was the first time he had seen a corpse desecrated like this after death.

Beside him, Aoxue, Brother Jingfu, and the others could no longer bear to watch.

It wasn’t that they were a bunch of bleeding hearts; it was just human nature.

How did that saying go again?

’Man is good by nature. —Mark Twain!’

At this point, Mengde didn’t need to give any pre-battle pep talk.

His subordinates were itching to rush in and slaughter those animals.

But Mengde stopped them.

He had a better way.

Seeing so many "living Soldiers of Truth" on the scene, he couldn’t help but pull out his own Soldier of Truth...

A Desert Eagle with the silencer removed...

Over the past few days, besides gaining a profound appreciation for this Soldier of Truth’s lethality,

what had impressed him most was just how fucking loud this Soldier of Truth was!

But for the "hardware softening project" currently underway, it usually had a surprisingly effective, winning result!!!

Brother Jingfu, who had been stopped by Mengde, was initially confused.

But after seeing his boss pull out his Soldier of Truth, he immediately gave him a thumbs-up!

’The boss is the boss! A fucking genius!’

’But watching the boss’s practiced moves, he got the feeling this wasn’t his "first offense."’

Even Aoxue, the ice beauty, couldn’t help but praise him, her face blushing.

"This man... he’s so wicked..."

And so, the men, led by Mengde, exchanged glances and broke into lewd grins.

Amidst a chorus of "hehehe," the Soldier of Truth rang out...

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG~~~

In that instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent.

second...

seconds...

...

After ten seconds of silence, a thunderous round of "applause" erupted:

"AHHHH!!"

"WHAT THE FUCK!!"

"Who the fuck was that!"

"Who’s fucking around with their Soldier of Truth!"

"DAMMIT!!! FUCK YOUR MOTHER!!!"

"GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT!!"

"I WAS ABOUT TO FUCKING CUM!"

"WHO DIDN’T PUT THEIR THING AWAY PROPERLY!!!"

"I’LL FUCKING.... FUCK YOUR ANCESTORS FOR EIGHT GENERATIONS!!!"

"..."

However, while the owners of these misfired weapons were still roaring with rage,

the next moment, they couldn’t make a sound.

Brother Jingfu led his men storming in, pressing their Soldiers of Truth directly against their foreheads.

This group of thirty to forty guards from the Midnight Bar, who had just been in a chaotic frenzy,

didn’t even get a chance to pull out their "proper Soldiers of Truth."

While they were still dazed and bellowing in impotent fury, they were captured by Mengde’s men.

It wasn’t until Mengde’s men flipped on all the lights on the top floor

that these thirty or forty men realized...

...their base had been raided!!!

And it had happened without them having the slightest clue!!!

Mengde toyed with the Desert Eagle in his hand.

He looked on with great interest at...

...a burly man pinned firmly under his foot.

"All that noise from the Soldier of Truth just now? That was me. I hear you have a problem with it?"

Mengde had seen it clearly.

This was the guy who had been shouting the loudest.

And the most worked up!

’He was honestly causing a huge amount of noise pollution!’

’Completely out of line!!!’

"No... I don’t have a problem..."

With the massive Desert Eagle pressed to his head, Yang Weile swallowed frantically.

Sweat poured from his forehead.

Even though the Soldier of Truth had gone off right at his crucial, final moment,

he didn’t dare show the slightest hint of anger or dissent now.

"Hmm, you’re a quick study."

"You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, young man!"

Mengde said with a grin.

In reality, Yang Weile, pinned under his foot, was at least in his thirties or forties.

He was definitely older than Mengde.

But being addressed so condescendingly didn’t make Yang Weile feel humiliated at all. In fact, he was overjoyed.

’Looks like I gave the right answer!’

’This guy won’t kill me now, right?’

However... before he could even breathe a sigh of relief...

...the next second... the Soldier of Truth rang out...

His eyes widened in disbelief.

The last words he heard before he died were...

"Sorry about that. I prefer honesty!"

..............