Chapter 542 - Chapter 542: Chapter 539 Crazy People

Chapter 542: Chapter 539 Crazy People

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In broad daylight, still in the morning.

When Yang Jian walked into the closed bar, he was immediately struck by the deafening music blasting inside, making his scalp tingle.

He frowned deeply, casting a glance around, seeing nothing but excited young men and women, all of whom seemed to be endlessly energetic as they vented their surplus energy amidst the music.

“I thought the place would be deserted after it closed down, but there are far more people here than I expected. Is this some kind of cover-up?” Yang Jian thought to himself.

“But where could Zhang Jian be now?”

…

He made his way through the crowd, looking for the location of his target while those around him didn’t even realize someone was moving through their midst in a nearly illogical fashion.

At that moment.

In a luxurious private room.

A man in his thirties, pale and bloated, was smoking and playing cards with a group of young men and women.

They were playing the simplest of games—Fight the Landlord.

“Haha, dare to lay down a straight—won’t stop till you drink yourself to death…” Zhang Jian laughed as he dropped several cards on the table, “Beat this, got any bombs? If not, I’m passing.”

“Can’t beat it.”

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“Damn, why’d you have to play a straight.”

The card players included two men in their early twenties, with several female companions sitting by their side, all there to accompany President Zhang in drinking and card playing.

“Three with one, what do you say?” Zhang Jian continued to play.

“Pass…”

Soon, the last card fell to the table, and Zhang Jian won the hand. He kicked the bag beside him with a smile; “Seems like you have worse luck than those guys yesterday. Win one hand from me and you get ten thousand; the money’s right here. If you want to take it away, you’ve got to earn it, but a sip of drink for each card you lose—that’s the rule. Count the cards left in your hand; I won’t say more.”

“Pour the drinks.”

With a wave of his hand, two female companions immediately took out glasses and set them on the table.

The two young men, seeing a table full of drinks, felt a chill in their hearts but eventually gritted their teeth and faced the challenge.

After a short while.

Neither of the two could hold on any longer and suddenly rushed out of the private room with their mouths covered.

“Ha-ha, done in already? It’s just one game,” Zhang Jian clapped his hands and laughed, finding it extremely amusing.

“Who will call two more in for me? I’m in a good mood this time, winnings double. Otherwise, it looks like I won’t be able to give away my money today.”

Having said this, he casually pulled out a wad of cash from the bag beside him and placed it on the table.

“I’ll go, I’ll go…” The several female companions’ eyes lit up, and they immediately pounced at the chance, all here to accompany President Zhang in his moment of card playing and money splurging.

Those quick hands grabbed tens of thousands, the slow ones only managed a few thousand, a few hundred—the scene was chaotic.

Zhang Jian grinned, continuing to smoke as he watched the spectacle unfold, with no intention of stopping it. He enjoyed seeing these so-called beauties scavenge like stray dogs in front of him, and just a few rounds of cards could make young men drink as if their lives didn’t matter.

“Am I mad, or are they? It seems we’re all mad, but some of us pretend, while others do not.”

He thought, feeling rather pleased with himself.

A little later.

Two more fearless young men were invited into the private room, eager and looking to make a big win.

Zhang Jian put down his cigarette and said, “You all know the rules, so no more talk. Shuffle the cards. I’m a man who cares about fairness, so don’t accuse me of cheating when you lose.”

But just as the card game was getting underway.

“Sorry, friend, you can’t come in here,” came the voice of a security guard from outside the door.

“Bang!”

With a loud noise, the door to the private room burst open as a young man with an indifferent expression and an imposing attitude walked in.

“Who’s that, you scared me,” a woman exclaimed, jumping up reflexively.

“Don’t move.” Two security guards immediately rushed in, grabbing the intruder, ready to pin him to the ground and subdue him.

However, the guards quickly realized that something was off; the young man, who did not appear particularly strong, was surprisingly heavy, and they couldn’t bring him down no matter how hard they tried.

“Zhang Jian?” Yang Jian’s gaze was cold, devoid of any emotion, as he focused on the man sitting in the middle of the sofa—Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian was visibly taken aback, seeming somewhat surprised. The wild smile on his face slowly faded, and he put down his cards. Clearly, he recognized the identity of the person who had suddenly barged in.

“Are these your bodyguards?” Yang Jian, confirming Zhang Jian’s identity, then glanced at the two men beside him.

Zhang Jian flicked the ash from his cigarette and started to laugh again, “No, no misunderstanding, I don’t know them. If you’re not in a good mood, I don’t mind if you make them disappear right now,”

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“President Zhang, I’m truly sorry. It was our negligence at work. We didn’t expect this kid to actually force his way through. I’ll take him away now,” the two security guards hurriedly apologized.

“Look at them, these two idiots have no discernment at all. It’s no wonder they’re stuck being security guards their whole lives. And they dare to say they’re my people? I admit, this is indeed my fault. I didn’t expect such an important figure like you to visit my rundown place,” President Zhang said with a sneer.

Zhang Jian stood up and walked over to the security guards, kicking each one fiercely.

The kicks seemed terrifyingly powerful, sending the two grown men flying out of the private room, crashing to the floor, coughing up blood, and wailing in pain.

Everyone else in the room was utterly shocked by this scene.

Is this guy even human? To be that strong?

“I’m here for you,” Yang Jian said without turning his head, ignoring the two security guards and fixing his gaze on Zhang Jian.

“For me?”

Zhang Jian walked back and sat down next to the sofa, looping an arm around a female companion and laughing: “Although I quite admire you, as far as I remember, there’s no connection between us, right? Of course, if you’re here to have fun, I’m always welcoming. All expenses on me. If you need company, I can introduce you to a young and beautiful girl. No, one might not be enough for you. How about five? But any more than that, I fear you won’t be able to handle.”

“President Zhang, who is this handsome guy? Is he your friend, President Zhang? Why haven’t we seen him before?” asked a bold beauty in a strappy dress.

After all, in their eyes, this man was at least on President Zhang’s level – wealthy but much younger than President Zhang, and there could be a chance to get to know him better in the future.

“You don’t know him? Ha ha.”

Zhang Jian suddenly burst into laughter: “Yang Jian, did you hear that? They don’t know you. They don’t even recognize the infamous ‘Ghost Eye’ Yang Jian. Don’t even think of claiming you’re part of this world anymore. You’re the only one who has ever dealt with an S-level incident domestically. If you were abroad, you’d be received by presidents.”

“Received by presidents? Don’t brag,” the girl in the strappy dress said skeptically.

Zhang Jian took a deep drag of his cigarette: “You see, Yang Jian, no matter how fearsome or powerful you are, you’re ultimately overlooked. People like us are so lowly that even security guards dare to stop us… If they knew our capabilities, they would only be kneeling and begging for mercy. So, this world has gone mad.”

“Why don’t you consider joining us? Try and see what it feels like to step on people. After all, you won’t live long. Some people won’t give you a second glance unless you cause a scene,” he said, with a crazed look in his eyes, like a lunatic lost in his own world.

“It seems your mental state isn’t very stable. That’s good,” Yang Jian replied unmoved, his gaze still calm.

“You think I’m insane? No, I haven’t lost my mind. I’m more lucid than anyone else. The crazy ones are them,” Zhang Jian retorted abruptly, his face contorted with ferocity as he violently grasped the neck of a female companion next to him, his strength so great there was an audible sound of bones crunching as he seemed ready to snap her neck.

The others were startled by this sudden move.

“Tell me, do you love me?” Zhang Jian stroked the choking woman’s face earnestly.

“Love, love…” the woman nodded repeatedly, nearly crying out of fear.

Zhang Jian smiled satisfactorily and let go: “Good, your answer pleases me. Here, this is for you.”

Having said that, he kicked a bag of money at the woman’s feet.

The other beauties playing cards were stunned by the spectacle.

That was such a quick turnaround, but how much could it be? A million? Two million?

Zhang Jian then asked, “Do you love me too?”

“Love, love…”

Everyone else was frantic, vying to shout first, fearing they’d fall behind the others, even the young men who’d been playing cards with them earlier.

What if men count too?

“Ha ha.” Zhang Jian laughed uproariously, arms around the women.

Yang Jian, witnessing all this, slightly furrowed his brows with discomfort. He didn’t say anything, merely speaking calmly, “Is your performance over? It wasn’t great, but I guess it was somewhat thrilling.”

“Huh?”

First confused, Zhang Jian’s smile then froze on his face, and a strong feeling of unease rose within him.

He saw his surroundings slowly fading away.

First, the walls of the private room began to crumble, then the people began to disappear, the furniture in the room collapsed… The lights above had somehow turned a bloody red.

All the noisy sounds had vanished, as had all other sources of light.

This place, it was a world shrouded in red light.

“Ghost Domain?”

Zhang Jian suddenly stood up, staring at Yang Jian: “Are you here to kill me?”

A Ghost Dominator wouldn’t use the power of ghosts without reason. Once used, it meant there was an unavoidable matter at hand.

With no one else left, Yang Jian’s purpose must have been very clear, something anyone with sense could realize.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to kill you. I’m just passing by Ping’an Tower and thought I’d bury you on the way, to spare myself some trouble later. I might be quite busy today, so I won’t stick around for pleasantries,” Yang Jian said offhandedly.

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