One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The words "Villain's Tavern" were spray-painted in bright red on it.

The greenhouse was bustling with noise, and the occasional sounds of shattering bottles and women screaming could be heard.

"Isn't this just a ready-made cafeteria?"

Zhang Tianyi grinned, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Come on! I'll take you guys out for a good meal!"

……

at the same time.

Not far from this street, on the top floor of a dilapidated concrete high-rise building.

This place was originally an abandoned, unfinished building, but now the vast space on the top floor has been decorated with a sense of absurdity.

In the very center of the ruins, there was a luxurious dark red sofa.

There was still a small half-filled glass of expensive red wine in the stemmed glass next to the sofa.

A man with long, flowing purple hair and wearing a well-tailored suit.

He was sitting on this luxurious sofa.

The man toyed with a gold coin in his hand, a mysterious, absurd, and insane smile playing on his lips.

He is the leader of this paradise, the most incomprehensible and unfathomable strongest being on Nathan Island!

Upside down!

"Funny...so fun! Hahaha!"

Hanging upside down, looking at the gold coins in his hand, he suddenly let out a low laugh.

He was looking through the huge, glassless floor-to-ceiling window frame of the unfinished building.

They kept a close eye on Zhang Tianyi and his group, who were walking towards the tavern on the street below.

"Is this the powerful figure from China that you all spoke of?"

The gold coin is tossed high into the air by the upside-down swing and then caught steadily in the palm of the hand.

His tone contained not a trace of anger at being humiliated as a local strongman, but rather a thirst for the unknown chaos.

"That aura is simply perfect! The moment they arrived on the island, all the rats in the entire park didn't dare utter a sound. Interesting!"

And not far from where he was hanging upside down.

There was also a tall figure standing there.

The man was completely covered in a suit of jet-black armor with array patterns flowing across its surface.

Only a pair of eyes, as cold and lifeless as an abyss, were visible.

His aura seemed capable of swallowing up all light.

Alchemists' Guild, Captain of the Abyss Squad!

Charlie!

His voice was very calm, without any emotion.

"Mr. Hanged Man, our plan can begin!"

Chapter 260 Accidentally Entering a Black Market? Is Sister Bao'er Being Controlled?

The tavern's door was a thick, broken wooden plank.

Several pieces of sheet metal were haphazardly nailed onto it with rusty nails.

Pushing open the door, a stench of sweat hit you.

The hall was dimly lit, with a few shaky chandeliers swaying overhead.

Deafening music blared from the broken speaker in the corner.

Zhang Tianyi walked in first, leisurely strolling inside.

They had just shown themselves when...

The previously noisy atmosphere in the tavern came to a standstill.

Dozens of pairs of eyes, hidden in the dim light, swept over in unison.

His eyes held a mixture of probing, greed, and a fierce glint, as if he were sizing up prey.

After all, this is a lawless island where everyone is a villain.

The group, dressed so neatly and even accompanied by pretty girls, was simply too eye-catching.

"Wow, this place is decorated quite uniquely."

Wang Ye followed behind and walked in, his eyelids slightly raised.

He paid no attention to the malicious stares around him, instead focusing his attention on the layout of the tavern's interior.

He pointed to the eight excessively thick gray stone pillars around the hall.

"Old Qing, take a look."

Wang Ye nudged Zhuge Qing beside him with his elbow and muttered in a low voice:

"The arrangement of these pillars subtly corresponds to the directions of the Eight Trigrams in Qimen Dunjia. You think these foreigners even understand this?"

Zhuge Qing fanned the surrounding polluted air, squinted at it for a moment, then curled his lip:

"It's just similar in appearance. I guess the owner here has read a couple of books on Chinese feng shui."

"Alright, you two stop doing academic research here and find a more spacious place to sit."

Zhang Tianyi interrupted their discussion and pointed directly to a fairly clean round table in the center of the hall.

As soon as everyone sat down...

A bartender wearing a dirty white apron and with a towel draped over his shoulder immediately came over with a big smile.

The bartender had curly hair and a hooked nose, making him look like he was of mixed race.

He was holding a small notebook and was very enthusiastic.

"Distinguished guests! You've come a long way, you must be tired!"

The bartender's Chinese was a bit broken, but his attentiveness was impeccable.

"What would you like to eat? We have freshly caught seafood and homemade liquor! You'll be satisfied!"

Zhang Tianyi leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the edge of the table, and casually snapped his fingers:

"Stop talking nonsense and bring out all your most expensive and hearty dishes. The wine must be chilled."

"Alright! Please wait a moment, we'll be right there!"

The bartender beamed and responded loudly.

He turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

Watching the bartender's departing figure, Zhang Chulan frowned slightly.

He moved closer to Zhang Tianyi, lowering his voice warily:

"Master, something's not right!"

Zhang Chulan glanced at the patrons around him who were occasionally stealing glances, and began to analyze in a low voice:

"Those gatekeepers outside look like they want to skin us alive. This bartender's enthusiasm is a bit unusual."

"Unsolicited kindness is either a treacherous act or a theft!"

"Calm down."

Zhang Tianyi picked at his ear, completely ignoring it.

"We'll meet force with force and water with earth. If we can't even afford a meal, what's the point of us being out here?"

Less than ten minutes.

The bartender returned carrying a huge tray, his steps light and quick.

"Here it is! Enjoy your meal!"

He placed the plates on the table very efficiently.

Goodness, steamed lobster, oysters, scallops... plus two jugs of ice wine.

The seafood was plump and steaming hot, looking perfectly fine and incredibly tempting.

After serving the dishes, the bartender respectfully retreated to the corner of the bar, picked up a rag, and silently wiped the wine glasses with his head down.

Zhang Chulan stared at the large table of abundant seafood, his inner alarm bells ringing.

He pressed down on the edge of the table, his face serious.

"Master! Old Wang! Don't touch your chopsticks yet!"

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice and made a stop gesture:

"The more normal the dish looks, the more likely there is something fishy going on inside! The more chaotic the restaurant, the more likely they are to use dirty tricks in their food!"

When we're out and about, we have to be extra careful! What if there's something in the food and drink...?

"Snap! Slurp!"

Zhang Chulan hadn't even had a chance to say "toxic" yet.

Accompanied by the sound of slurping food.

Zhang Chulan's words were abruptly cut off.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

There was Feng Baobao sitting next to him.

He was holding the biggest lobster in his hand, his cheeks bulging like a hamster hiding its food.

She looked up as she crunched away.