American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 200 Lost
Wow, there are succubi too, a whole four of them!

Needless to say, Baling can only show its tolerance and try to challenge its own weakness.

Balingyi stepped into the center of the seat without hesitation; it was the C seat reserved for him.

"That scene where you punched Freddy was so cool, I loved it. I really want to know how you did it." As the book was turned, a red-haired succubus pressed herself against him enthusiastically.

Baling straightened his face and, with a little embellishment, vividly described the scene.

The admiring gazes of a devoted fan, the heartfelt applause, and the occasional exclamations gave Baling a great sense of satisfaction.

"Lord Gao, I want to hear the story of how the Shadowless Kick kicked Jason!"

"No way! Let's talk about Annabelle first, she's even more amazing!"

"Hellfire! Hellfire!"

The succubi approached with their fiery bodies, and the area around Baling was filled with heat.

Help! I'm surrounded by succubi.

Baling couldn't refuse their hospitality: "Alright, alright, I really can't do anything with you, so I'll talk to you again."

Just as Baling was about to delve deeper into enemy territory and slowly recount his story, he suddenly sensed that the radar was reacting.

look!

A very complex gaze was fixed on him... beside him.

Baling frowned and looked up to see Constantine silently watching a blonde succubus.

If Baling remembers correctly, that succubus's name is "Ellie." Why is she looking at people with such lecherous eyes?!
As a respectable person, Baling felt obligated to help, so he pulled the blonde succubus Ellie into his arms and said to Constantine:

"Why are you still here? This is none of your business. Take your apprentice and get busy with the chairs, or you can go home and sleep. In short, leave this to me."

Constantine's pupils dilated as if he had witnessed something incredible.

Tonight, his heart aches. Tonight, his hands tremble.

Ellie! Why!

Although he didn't want to take responsibility or have too much entanglement with the half-demon, and although they had been happy together and had cheated and swindled each other, that was all in the past.

Constantine seemed to see two thick... imposing bull horns growing from Baling's head, and the inside of his jet-black hair seemed to have turned golden.

It's like a... blond minotaur!

"What's wrong? Why are you looking so pathetic? If you don't want to leave, then stay. It's no big deal. Hey, you gentle-looking guy, the one called Bal... Saza, go and greet my two little brothers."

It's better to share happiness than to enjoy it alone. Baling didn't just enjoy himself; he also knew how to share.

Balthazar, who had been named, stopped his coin-playing habit and said with a grin:
"This way, please, and this young man as well. We also have a private room set up so we can properly entertain you both."

Constantine didn't want to leave, so he stood still and said, "This is fine."

Balsazar shook his head: "There are no seats here. Let's go to another private room."

Constantine kept glancing at Ellie, but she didn't look at him directly again.

Finally, Constantine, suffering from a lung ailment, coughed violently, clutched his chest, and walked out of the room in a rather disheveled state. His young apprentice, worried about his safety, followed him out.

Balzac followed closely behind and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

"You two know each other? The way he looked at you was strange." Baling asked the succubus Ellie beside him with a strange expression.

Ellie paused for a moment, but still denied it with a smile: "How could I know such a pathetic man? Maybe he mistook me for someone else." "That's good, then I don't feel guilty anymore." Baling laughed loudly, and then lost himself in the chants of "Demon King".

……

Another box.

Constantine leaned against the wall, dejected, a cigarette dangling from his mouth—his last act of defiance.

For some reason, he was reluctant to leave this place, but he also didn't want to rush in and reveal his relationship with Ellie in front of Baling.

As an outsider, Chase, seeing his master's dejected appearance, sighed inwardly.

He understands everything, but he doesn't say it, nor does he know how to comfort her.

Damn it, it's all Balthazar's fault. That half-demon should be sent back to hell.

Constantine grew increasingly angry, but just then, Balthazar stepped forward and said in a very regretful tone:
"Constantine, I'm sorry, but your reputation is so bad that nobody wants to play with you."

Constantine's eyes flashed with anger, as if he wanted to explode on the spot, but Balthazar turned his face away and continued:

"But I specifically found four gay guys who don't care about your reputation. They're willing to play with you just because of your face. How about it, want to give it a try?"

"You!" Constantine gritted his teeth and fiercely raised his middle finger. "I'll smash your face to pieces sooner or later."

"We'll see. Hahahaha... Well then, I won't keep you any longer. Do as you please." Balsazar watched Constantine burst through the door without saying a word to stop him.

After all, his main target was Baling, a powerful obstacle.

Balzac had to go to great lengths to figure out Balin's preferences in order to win him over.

They came up with the idea of ​​finding four beautiful succubi to pose as book fans and approach Baling, so that he would lower his guard and accept their kindness.

Sure enough, a guy who wants to write a book about his experiences and has a promiscuous private life is absolutely unable to resist this targeted scheme set up for him.

Later, Balthazar's men came to report that Balin was so happy that he had completely forgotten about his friends.

Balsaza was very pleased; in his view, his plan had been a great success.

A delightful night has passed.

Baling walked out of the private room feeling refreshed.

Outside, the club's crimson lights and energetic music continued as before.

Just then, a middle-aged Black man stood up on the long sofa in the lobby, his gaze fixed on Baling approaching.

He was the club's owner—Midnight Daddy—who smiled and handed over a card:
"Last night I was blind to your greatness, unaware that the Demon King had graced us with his presence. This is the club's VIP card, which grants you free access to all services. Consider this my apology."

The more powerful one is, the more one can understand the terrifying record of Baling. So he waited early in the morning, just to avoid making enemies with Baling.

Otherwise, after three punches, he'd be dead by midnight, gone to heaven at lightning speed.

"The service was good, I'll come again." Baling took the card, waved, and left.

Stepping out of the club, the sunlight outside was dazzling; it was already morning.

After walking a few steps, Baling glanced at a certain spot out of the corner of his eye and seemed to mutter to himself:
"Stop hiding, come out. Your little tricks of concealment are nothing compared to mine. Last time outside the church, you were always sneaking around following me. If you can't give me a convincing reason this time, you should give your last words today."

A few seconds later, the refined man in the suit, Balthazar, emerged from the shadows.

(End of this chapter)