"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

Traffic flowed along the elevated road, the headlights forming a stream of light, gradually fading from the hustle and bustle into tranquility.

This second-tier coastal city was gradually enveloped by nightfall, and the shops on both sides of the street were closed and quiet, except for one luxurious place that looked like an ancient Roman palace with its lights on.

Like a Christmas tree adorned with colorful lights, the neon lights gleamed brilliantly in the darkness, seemingly utterly silent.

Beneath this magnificent tranquility lies a hidden madness.

"Oh my, I didn't expect Mr. Chen to take time out of his busy schedule to visit. Don't worry, everything is ready for you. It's the same room as last time. I hope you get a good night's sleep tonight."

"Dr. Tian is here too. It hurts to think about the money you won from me last time... Haha, not at all. You can win as much as you want."

Underground, the pale light shone on the woman's face, while the golden glow of the lamps fell upon the man's shoulders.

The man's hot breath and the woman's perfume seemed to blend together, transforming into a visible, decadent, and luxurious vaporous heat that rose to the heavens.

Amidst this sea of ​​extravagance and debauchery, a graceful and tall figure moved among a group of masked people whose faces were obscured, a sweet and alluring smile on her face.

"Boss Zhang spent a fortune tonight, which actress has he set his sights on?"

The woman walked to a gambling table that was just starting, stood next to a portly man, leaned closer, and whispered in a light and friendly tone, "Is there anyone you like? Should I send her to your room tonight?"

"Haha, Miss Mu really understands me."

Boss Zhang averted his gaze from the gambling table, reeking of alcohol. He casually grabbed the woman's hand and teased, "It's a pity that money is easy to come by, but a true friend is hard to find. I wonder if Miss Mu has some time to keep me company?"

"Boss Zhang, please stop joking with me." The woman's smile remained bright as she playfully retorted, "Isn't an old woman like me an eyesore standing here?"

"No, no, she's different from other women."

Seemingly emboldened by the alcohol, Boss Zhang reached out to put his arm around the woman's waist, jokingly shaking his head, "Miss Mu is like a glass of wine, only becoming more charming with time..."

However, before Boss Zhang's greasy, lewd hands could continue groping...

"Miss Mu." A dealer dressed as a bunny girl walked over and, ignoring Boss Zhang's displeased gaze, whispered, "The boss wants to see you."

"I see."

The woman nodded casually, then smiled apologetically at Boss Zhang, saying, "Excuse me, Boss Zhang."

Mr. Zhang was somewhat disappointed and reluctant, but he still wisely let go.

If divinity is compassion and giving, and humanity is restraint and choice, then bestiality is desire and plunder.

When a person accumulates a certain amount of wealth, that money becomes a string of intangible numbers. The ever-growing desires and ambitions cannot be filled, leading to a sense of emptiness. Naturally, one begins to pursue more exciting things.

When humans put on masks to conceal their greed and ugliness, they revert to being beasts who worship bloodshed, violence, and power.

This little-known club, located dozens of meters underground, has the ability to convert their wealth into "power," fulfilling all sorts of dark desires and trampling human ethics and laws underfoot.

As long as you have enough capital, you can satisfy any extravagant desire or need here, whether legal or illegal.

They can indulge their desires for sensual pleasures and show their "true" selves without restraint.

Fame, power, wealth, lust, strength...

Slave auctions, assassinating rivals, killing enemies, death arenas...

There is only one person you must not mess with.

That's the "boss" who built the "club".

If you dare to cause trouble here, your fresh head will be plucked off the next day.

To date, without exception.

So when he heard that it was that "boss" who came to see her, Boss Zhang sobered up instantly and rationally let her go.

"Can't you see Mr. Zhang's glass is empty? Go pour him some more, Shirakawa whiskey, and remember to add an ice cube."

The woman bowed politely in apology, called over a female bartender to pour drinks and keep her company, and then turned and left.

beep.

With several burly men in black suits respectfully making way for her, the woman stepped into the elevator in the center of the lobby, swiped her magnetic card, and it began to slowly ascend.

After stepping out of the elevator, the woman's footsteps in high heels became very light, so light that they made no sound at all.

The road was deathly silent, with only the exhaust fan slowly turning and making a sound, as if it led straight to the underworld.

"Ah! Ah!!"

The woman finally stopped when she reached the last room, where she could hear agonizing screams like those of a tormented demon. She stood silently outside the door with her head bowed.

She just stood there, watching, as if waiting for something.

After an unknown amount of time, the screams turned into wails, and finally, complete silence descended, as if the earth had been crushed into the ground.

"Come in."

A cheerful voice came from the room next door, and the woman pushed open the door without hesitation.

The room was not as bloody as I had imagined; instead, it was clean and tidy. Apart from a table with Japanese shogi pieces on it, only the stylus of a record player was gently vibrating, playing soothing classical music.

A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses walked out of another room, casually picked up a wad of banknotes by the door, and wiped his blood-covered hands.

"Master Flying Car".

Ignoring the groans and the smell of blood coming from the other room, the woman stood respectfully before them with her head bowed.

"Izumi, how's it going?"

The man picked up the bright red, tempting blood peach from the table, his face still showing the satisfaction of having enjoyed it. He casually asked a question and then took a bite.

Crack.

It was impossible to tell whether it was scarlet blood or bright red juice overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"I'm sorry." Mu Quanmei pursed her lips. "We've lost contact with those four 'hunters.' They didn't have time to send any useful information before they died."

"..."

The room fell into a deathly silence, with only the woman's deliberately suppressed breathing audible, an even more utter stillness than before.

Amidst the silence and deathly stillness, a voice tinged with laughter rang out.

"They couldn't even get the news out; they're really a bunch of useless people. But who could have done it?"

"Is someone else eyeing the same prey as me, or does even a harmless lamb bare its teeth?"

His words were full of emotion and joy. Upon hearing this, Mu Quanmei subconsciously looked up and saw the man gently stroking the two photos.

One of the photos shows two figures in their prime on the court.

The background of the other photo is an orphanage with a sign that reads "Linhai Children's Welfare Institute". A little boy is standing in front of it with a gentle smile on his face, and he seems to be a well-behaved and sensible child.

but……

"It's so similar, especially the eyes."

He gazed at the boy in the photo and sighed, "That kind of misfortune and loneliness of being abandoned by the world, clearly full of rejection towards this world, but because he is in this despicable world, troubled by despicable things, he even has to make his own words and deeds despicable."