NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

"How about this, while you still have a breath left, you can just tell me directly which members of your family don't have to die, so you won't have to worry about me killing the wrong person."

"See? Aren't I reasonable?"

Du Zhu: "..."

Chapter 192 Offering Loyalty

Blood was all over the floor.

The stench of decaying matter mixed with the stench of blood forced the waiters to vomit the remnants in their stomachs, further polluting the air of this hellish place.

In the center of the hall, four gang members, their pants soaked with fear, were either kneeling or slumped on the ground, their legs trembling uncontrollably, their twitching jaw muscles preventing them from uttering a single word.

Du Zhu of the Black Ball Society is dead, Blake of the Kaning Restaurant is dead, and Chaos of the Shoemakers' Guild is dead...

All dead...

But they are still alive.

The demon from the abyss, just as he himself said, can continue to live as long as he hasn't committed those six sins.

It's ridiculous,

It wasn't that they were more conscientious than other gang leaders; the reason they hadn't committed any major crimes was simply because their combined strength didn't allow it.

They look down on the ugly ones, and dare not touch the beautiful ones.

A personal network cannot support drug trafficking and human trafficking, and the number of underlings is insufficient to suppress a mob driven to desperation.

Their usual source of income is seizing shops and stores, collecting protection money and rent on the side.

"Tsk, even a landlord with a black hat can get invited. Looks like Black Maru isn't all that high-class..."

After listening to the four people's defense, Phoenix, who had switched back to his prosthetic form, was not in a hurry to verify whether what they said was true. Instead, he glanced at the female steward, who was hiding behind a pillar and had vomited until she was weak.

"The one in the dress, yes, that's you."

The call from the devil instantly turned the steward's face deathly pale, his lips having regained some color.

Look at those leaders on the ground, some of them torn in half, some even still alive...

The thought that she might become one of them filled her with an indescribable fear that immediately tugged at her fragile nerves, pushing her mental state to the brink of hysteria.

“I…I didn’t do those six things. I was just doing it for Mr. Du…no, no, I was just asked by Du Zhu to manage the waiters. I’m not a madam. I didn’t force anyone into prostitution. I am one myself…”

"Alright, alright, you won't die."

The lieutenant knew the scene in the hall was somewhat disturbing, so the understanding man offered a few words of comfort before giving a final instruction.

"This place is now under your management. Ms. Kana and Ms. Xue Mei will assist you. Just run it properly and don't try anything funny. As for the cleanup, let these guys find someone to take care of it for you."

After saying that, Phoenix took out a photo of Clau from his inner pocket, walked over to the nightclub manager he had just appointed, handed him the photocopy, and said gently:

"Use all your connections to help me find this person, but don't make a big fuss about it. Also, this guy is a bit dangerous, so have your people investigate him while ensuring their own safety."

If you encounter any trouble or someone causes you problems, just call this number...

Oh, and remember to give Ms. Kana some money, including room and board. She doesn't need to pay back the three million she owes me right now.

……

……

When Lieutenant Phoenix, covered in blood, uttered the words "legitimate business";

When the ruthless Lieutenant Phoenix promised Kana a sum of money for medical treatment to cure her leukemia.

At that moment, the vast majority of the waitresses realized they were wrong.

The devil may just be a superficial illusion.

Whether that man was a devil using them for some purpose, or an angel cruelly abandoned by heaven, his identity was completely unimportant to Kana, Seimei, and the others.

dignity.

If the leader is willing to grant them the dignity of being human, then offering loyalty is the highest form of gratitude they can give.

This is a transaction.

A transaction of an astronomical price that would be unthinkable even in the outer regions.

So, how should they prove their loyalty to the leader?

The female steward named Mo Lian turned around in a daze, looking around the blood-soaked castle that now belonged to her. Her chaotic thoughts slowly transformed into a neat spider web under the unraveling of reason.

Everything was like a dream.

"Everyone, I know that many of you have made enemies with me because you broke the rules."

Mo Lian was a clever woman who had climbed her way up from waitress to manager, and she knew very well how she was perceived by her fellow women.

At the same time, she also knew very well why the leader had specifically requested Kana and Xue Mei to serve as her assistants.

Of the sisters present, only she was frequently involved in management matters, but when it came to loyalty, Kana, who had been shown great favor, was the leader's most trustworthy subordinate.

This was an inherent disadvantage, a disadvantage stemming from her past role managing the third floor of the "Black Pearl Restaurant" for Du Zhu.

The leader's actions did not leave any resentment in Mo Zhu's heart; on the contrary, they ignited a passionate fire within this ambitious woman.

"I don't care how hostile my sisters are to me in private!"

"Right now, all I want to tell you is this: what we need to do most is prove our worth, prove our stance, and prove our resolve!"

Having said that, Mo Lian suppressed her discomfort, turned and walked to the center of the hall, where she came to the half-corpse of Du Zhu, who had been dead for a long time.

She looked down at the former leader's cloudy pupils, her throat bobbing slightly. In the end, she squatted down, her eyes twitching, and reached out to grab Du Zhu's withered hand. Then she struggled to her feet and dragged his corpse toward the entrance of the hall.

The intestines and stomach remaining in the body cavity left a scarlet trail on the floor. The woman, whose face had turned pale again, had lost her former charming and alluring demeanor; her delicate features were now only twisted and ferocious, showing only a resolute determination.

"If you don't want to be a damn nightclub hostess anymore, pick a corpse and come downstairs with me."

……

pat...

Snap, snap, snap...

Bloodstains appeared on the floor tiles along with footsteps. Amidst the noisy electronic music, Phoenix, who chose to return to the dance floor on the first floor via the stairs, bypassed the crowd and strolled toward the location of Anis and her two companions.

In his mind, Anick replayed the pale blue floating-point video, which recorded the scene of Anis and Erica splashing alcohol on a man's head.

In the distance, a blond-haired drunkard was lying on his side on the ground, clutching his groin with both hands, groaning and cursing in agony.

Several thugs with similarly dyed hair stood on either side of him, each holding a switchblade in their right hand, staring at the three girls with expressions that could be described as classic third-rate villains.

"You mean...darling!!!"

As Phoenix emerged from the crowd along the wall, Anise, who immediately spotted her man, instantly dispelled the gloom that had been hanging over her pretty face. Her golden fox eyes sparkled as she excitedly ran towards her commander.

"Ugh—! How did you get blood all over your hair?!"

Upon approaching someone, the girl noticed that Phoenix had blood on his forehead and even in his hair. She immediately pouted in disgust, complaining as she pulled out a handkerchief from her leather jacket and gently wiped the commander's face.

"When you accompany your girlfriend to a nightclub, at least try to maintain a certain image!"

"Yes, I'll definitely be more careful next time."

Adhering to the boyfriend spirit of "admitting mistakes on the spot," the lieutenant took off his coat and casually threw it on the ground while Anise was helping him wipe his cheek.

Then, the man put his arm around his girlfriend's waist and walked towards the entrance of the nightclub.

"What's going on with these guys?"

"Hmph! That guy on the ground, all lust and drooling, had a foul mouth. I got annoyed by his words, so I kicked him to solve his lust problem at its root."

Listening to his girlfriend's disgusted complaints, Phoenix's face immediately darkened to a grim color.

He didn't ask what exactly was unclean, because doing so would only disgust his girlfriend again.

On the other side, after smelling the blood on the lieutenant, Erica finally lost her temper and coldly said:

"Should I kill him, Chief?"

Click!

The pistol safety was off.

The thugs who had been shouting just moments before immediately shut up and raised their hands the moment they saw the woman pull out a pistol and raise the muzzle. Their movements were so practiced that it made one wonder about their true identities.

Fortunately, Phoenix managed to reach out and stop Erica's gun from firing in time.

"I'll wait for someone."

Those three simple words made the thugs breathe a sigh of relief on the spot.

Come to think of it, how could anyone dare to harass a betting operation run by a prestigious company like Blackball in front of them...

suddenly!

The screams and exclamations that briefly drowned out the electronic music successfully interrupted the thugs' train of thought.

The few people who were still holding their hands in surrender subconsciously looked back at the turbulent dance floor. In less than ten seconds, they saw a dozen or so women dressed in various revealing clothes coldly approaching them from the edge of the dance floor.

Look down and look again.