I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Marcus is the king here; no rapper dares to challenge him.

After singing for a while, he triumphantly threw down the microphone, returned the stage to the DJ, and quickly set his sights on Debbie, the prettiest girl on the dance floor.

"Hey! That girl's pretty good."

He walked up to Debbie carrying two bottles of wine and said arrogantly:

"I'll buy you a drink."

"Marcus!" Debbie's cheeks flushed with excitement.

Although Marcus's skin color doesn't suit her aesthetic, Marcus is a big star!

His last new song broke into the Billboard Hot 100!

Debbie stared at the beer bottle, licking her dry lips. For some reason, Richard's calm face flashed through her mind again. She gritted her teeth and refused:

"I'm not old enough to drink."

"Oh ho—a good girl!"

A group of people burst into laughter.

Serena laughed even more unrestrainedly, and took a big gulp of wine:

"Our cheerleader is a great girl! Hahaha!"

Marcus's eyes lit up even more:

"OK, no problem."

He behaved very gentlemanly, tossing the drink to his henchman behind him and pulling out a cigarette from his pocket:

"Here, have a cigarette, it's the best stuff I made myself! Top-quality Cuban tobacco."

Smoking is fine. Debbie thought for a moment; Richard wouldn't find out if she smoked.

She took the cigarette from Marcus and put it in her mouth.

Marcus lit it for her himself.

Debbie took only one sip and already felt a little tipsy.

Debbie didn't think much of it; perhaps the lively atmosphere made her lose her composure.

Unfortunately, she didn't see Marcus's strange look, nor did she see his followers laughing in a weird way.

"Fruit wine should be fine, right?" Marcus asked with a smile, handing over a glass of sweet wine.

"Fruit wine..." Debbie felt the table floating.

Is everything alright?

Marcus's face was shaking, and the sofa was swaying slightly.

His dark skin, which had looked unattractive just moments before, now seemed somewhat handsome. His bright white teeth shone through as he smiled, and his rich perfume exuded allure.

The atmosphere on the dance floor became high-spirited, and the two rappers suddenly started battling.

When Marcus and Debbie arrived on the dance floor, everyone spontaneously made room for Marcus.

Debbie felt like she was back in the spotlight, and she grinned and shouted:

"Wow! I'm a born queen!"

"Queen!" Marcus shouted in response.

The crowd cheered, and the atmosphere became even more lively.

David stared grimly at Debbie and Marcus in the center of the dance floor.

At school, he was always the center of attention, but here, nobody cared about him at all.

Serena, standing next to David, felt somewhat uncomfortable.

In this context, David was just an insignificant nobody.

Debbie is such a lucky bitch!

At this moment, the two rappers are engaged in a passionate battle.

A man with dreadlocks and a shaved head was singing, his lyrics filled with murder, guns, profanity, slang, and drugs, his finger almost pointing at his opponent's nose.

The opponent, wearing a floral headscarf, glared fiercely at the ditch head while chain-smoking, the strange taste in his cigarette clearly indicating he'd added something of his own ulterior motive.

After Digoutou finished singing a section, Huatoujin seized the opportunity to interrupt and launched into a tirade. It was less of a singing contest and more of a rhythmic verbal sparring match.

The people around them started to clamor, and the atmosphere became increasingly heated.

Digoutou was clearly at a disadvantage, his face flushed red, which even his dark skin couldn't hide.

Debbie felt something was wrong; the world was spinning.

My mind is a mess. Then I think about how dirty the lyrics are, and maybe Richard will be unhappy.

Damn it! He's not my dad.

Debbie struggled to stand up straight, and Marcus reached out to support her shoulder.

He remained very restrained, like a gentleman, which greatly reduced Debbie's wariness.

"It looks like you've been drinking."

"No, I just drank some juice." Debbie couldn't remember either.

"Maybe he drank it?"

Marcus deliberately led the conversation:

"Those bastards love to mix alcohol into their juice."

"What? There's alcohol in the juice?" Debbie tried to stand up straight, but she couldn't manage it.

Marcus laughed smugly.

That way, when Debbie wakes up tomorrow, she won't suspect that something was added to her cigarette.

He winked at his henchman, blocking the other students' view, and led Debbie away.

Just then, the rapper with the ditch hair suddenly pulled a handgun from his crotch, pointed it at the other person, and yelled:

"Fuck you!"

The woman in the headscarf was startled, but seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, her mind instantly cleared.

The onlookers, however, began to riot:

"Kill him!"

"Haha! He wouldn't dare!"

"He's afraid to fire!"

"Kato's scared! Hahaha! What a coward!"

The headscarf-wearing woman had no choice but to bite the bullet and appear brave and fearless, directly mocking the situation:

"Coward! You're too scared to shoot! Admit it, you'll be mine tormentor for life! SUCK ME! Little girl!"

He pointed the flower-patterned headscarf at the gun barrel and gave it the middle finger, feeling like a radiant hero.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"FXXK! FXXK!" In his shame and anger, Digoutou gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

boom--

The headscarf-covered figure fell backward like a log, blood gushing out.

"Oh my god! He actually fired!"

"FXXK! Murder!"

The dance floor instantly descended into chaos, with many people instinctively crawling under the tables.

The gang members guarding the place were startled and immediately rushed in:

"Don't move!"

Debbie's mind was already a complete mess. Looking at the dead body so close to her, she felt no fear, but instead chuckled foolishly.

"He's dead, hehe."

Marcus felt his scalp tingle as he watched Debbie try to touch the corpse again.

"She's insane! This bitch is insane!!"

Debbie turned around belatedly, and said blankly:

"what?"

"FXXK!" Everyone around saw Debbie's blank stare and immediately understood that the girl had been drugged.

And look over there, who's next to you?

The infamous Marcus.

Who doesn't know what happened?

Marcus's face darkened. He suddenly realized a huge problem—he had drugged a high school student, and if the police found out, he was finished!

"Damn it! I can't get caught!" Marcus panicked and slipped into the crowd, disappearing from sight.

Nightclub boss Leonard sprinted to the top as fast as he could and roared:

"Turn off the music! Turn on the lights!"

The music stopped, the lights came on, and the dimly lit nightclub was brightly lit. Only then did everyone realize that there was no large-scale gunfight and calmed down.

Leonard shouted:

"No one is allowed to leave! Hand over your phones! Nobody is allowed to call the police!"

Gang members blocked the entrances and exits.

The crowd stirred slightly, but remained calm, adopting a more detached, spectator-like attitude, since it didn't concern them.

Digoutou was gripped by extreme fear. He stood there, letting the others have their guns taken from them.

"No! I didn't mean to shoot! I was just trying to scare him! Really! It was an accident! I can't go to jail! My mom will be disappointed! Waaah..."

"MF! Softie!" Leonard shouted angrily.

"How dare they fire a shot on my turf! Let's teach them a lesson!"

The gang members, who had been holding back their anger for a long time, immediately started punching and kicking Digoutou, making him scream in pain.

Leonard looked at the chaos before him, and cold sweat poured down his face.

Someone's dead; you can't just bury them under a blanket.

However, the area must be thoroughly cleaned before calling the police.

This bunch of brats, the guy selling boosters, the spiked liquor, and the homeless people upstairs who're tied up for drug testing—all of them need to be cleaned up!

The biggest bombshell is the ledger on the third floor!

Stinger Bar brings in $2 in net profit for the BG gang every day, most of which comes from selling enhancement products and money laundering. If it gets shut down, their boss Antonio will definitely not let them off the hook!

Leonard felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of Antonio's methods.

Leonard, forcing himself to speak, shouted:

"Get these kids out of here! Now!"

Just then, one of his men stepped forward fearfully and whispered:

"Boss, there are two corpses on the third floor! They were killed during yesterday's drug testing."

Leonard's eyes widened in surprise:

"FXXK! You didn't hand him over to the Butcher yesterday?"

"Uh, it's raining, so it's not very convenient."

"For your mom's convenience!"

Bang! Leonard punched his subordinate, causing blood to splatter from his nose.

Knowing he had made a huge mess, the subordinate dared not utter a sound. He struggled to his feet, enduring the pain, and stood up dejectedly.

Leonard pulled him aside, stared into his eyes, and said fiercely:

"Listen! Drag the body out immediately! Find a tight-lipped body collector! I want the body to disappear! There must be no trace left!"

The homeless man was tied up for drug testing and had injuries on his body.

If you just leave it outside, and someone finds it and reports it to the police, it could turn into a murder case, and the trouble could be even greater.

"Boss, I know a body collector, a fat Asian guy, a student at Tokyo University. He's definitely not connected to the DEA. We've worked together many times. He's tight-lipped and only cares about money. Last time I sold him three bodies in Zuccotti Park, and he didn't say a word."

"Okay! Go contact that fatso! Quickly!"