Chapter 19: The Bartender and the Soul-Catching Charm

Chapter 19: The Bartender and the Soul-Catching Charm

Chapter 19: The Bartender and the Soul-Catching Charm

Although the bar business is just a cover, the 'bartender' Gu Wenting has been trying his best to do his part-time job well.

He is usually very patient and will try his best to meet the normal demands of normal guests. Occasionally he will chat with them about life, the future of the fortress, and the poor shape of his body organs after they were diseased.

——Even though he usually has very few customers.

Of course, sometimes there would be some drunkards whose brains were anesthetized by alcohol and who would accidentally break in. If the drunkards yelled at Gu Wen Town rudely, Gu Wen Town would not mind and would add a little bit of material reserves to its main business.

Gu Wencheng's ranking in the Black Fire Gang was not very high. During every year-end summary meeting, he could only sit in the seats numbered 24 or 25.

But Gu Wenting has been working hard for the Black Fire Gang and its predecessor gang for the past thirty-five years. He has long been a veteran of the Black Fire Gang and is one of the rare downtown gang members who only needs to wait a few more years before he can retire at the age of sixty and enjoy a peaceful old age in Midtown.

Therefore, Gu Wencheng was mild-tempered most of the time. After a long time, Gu Wencheng himself would have an illusion...

As if he really was a bartender.

The last time he touched a gun was seven or eight years ago. At that time, the 49th floor was in chaos. A newly emerged gang, with the support of some officials in the upper city, attempted to challenge the Black Fire Gang's dominance in the "organ trade". He was also attacked here.

The result of that gunfight was obvious: they won seven or eight years of a stable life.

The gang has been a little restless recently.

Dazui Hua died unexpectedly on the thirteenth floor. Something went wrong when he tried to kidnap a female doctor.

Adequate medical resources are the Black Fire Gang's greatest confidence. There are hundreds of medical workers working for the Black Fire Gang. They are wearing bomb shackles and will have one leg blown off if they leave a specific area.

——Even if his entire leg was blown off, this doctor can still continue to demonstrate his value.

Simply put, kidnapping doctors, training doctors, and controlling doctors are all about safeguarding the core interests of the Black Fire Gang.

Gu Wencheng could understand why their boss kept sending people to get rid of the doctor and his assistants. If he were in their place, he would do the same. He had to ensure that the core interests of the Black Fire Gang were not harmed.

But what Gu Wencheng couldn't understand was why the boss suddenly sent Nighthawk to the 46th floor to ambush the security captain.

This may be an order from the upper city.

According to rumors among the gang management, the captain named Zhou Zhengde is the son of the fortress's internal affairs minister. Zhou Zhengde was previously demoted to Central City as security captain because he strongly opposed the human experiments conducted by the Thirteenth Institute of Biology.

'The young man from uptown.'

Gu Wencheng couldn't help but complain in his heart:
"Once involved in this kind of struggle for the interests of the fortress, or even the war zone, the Black Fire Gang will be crushed quickly."

'Oh, these bastards, why can't they just let me retire?'

"The boss is too obedient to Thirteenth Office..."

Thinking of this, Gu Wencheng felt a little annoyed, but suddenly he heard a young male voice in his ear.

"I want a pot of Biluochun."

Gu Wencheng stopped wiping the goblet, smiled gently as usual, and looked up at the man in front of him.

Gu Wencheng was stunned.

He had seen countless people, although most of the time, all he saw were lifeless eyes that were anesthetized by drugs.

But the young man in front of him... these calm, bright, and slightly alienated eyes left a deep impression on Gu Wencheng.

'This is a young man with a story.'

'but……'

"What is Biluochun?" Gu Wenting asked with a smile.

Wang Jixuan calmly replied: "A kind of tea."

"Tea?"

Gu Wencheng put down the goblet and the gauze that served as a rag, and adjusted his bow tie with his white-gloved hands.

“I do have tea here. I can even say that there are only four or five places in the entire fortress that have tea. Apart from here, you have to go to the upper city to find other teas.

"But how do you know this, young man?"

Their conversation attracted the attention of several Black Fire Gang thugs.

Wang Jixuan placed his hands naturally on the edge of the counter, which made the thugs and Gu Wen Town unaware of any danger.

Wang Jixuan said, "I heard someone talking about this."

"Oh?" Gu Wenting smiled, "Young man, you seem to know exactly where this place is."

"The Black Fire Gang's territory."

Wang Jixuan said calmly:

"There is a huge cold storage under the tavern. It is also one of the core assets of the Black Fire Gang... This is an almost open secret on the 49th floor. Too many people have seen you transport people here."

There was the sound of bullets being loaded from the side.

In the three corners of the tavern and behind the railing on the second floor, a total of seven men looked over here at the same time, and several of them stopped smoking.

Gu Wenting asked: "What about you? Who are you? Are you here to cause trouble for us?"

"I'm here to negotiate."

Wang Jixuan used a little bit of military tactics and continued, "I was sent here by a security captain from Central City to talk to the boss of your Black Fire Gang. I think you already know some things. The Black Fire Gang doesn't have much time left."

Gu Wencheng's expression became extremely solemn.

Although two-thirds of the 49th floor is controlled by the other two gangs, the Black Fire Gang has absolute dominance in their own territory.

There are more than 6,000 humans and more than 40,000 material entities living here, forming a town with a strict hierarchy.

No more than thirty people here know what the young man said.

"I think I should contact my boss first."

Gu Wencheng held the edge of the counter with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile:
“But before I contact my boss, you need to answer a few questions for me, including your name, your specific identity, the name and power of your boss, and his position in the power.

“This is our territory, even if the fortress governor comes, he still needs to abide by the rules here.

"Now, answer me, what is your name, young man?"

Gu Wencheng narrowed his eyes deliberately.

He, who had been looking up at the entire fortress from a dark corner for many years, was now like a poisonous snake emitting a cold aura.

——That’s how he felt.

"Is he Mu Liang?"

Suddenly, a slightly surprised shout came from behind the railing on the second floor. A man in a top hat held the terminal panel in front of him and exclaimed:
"The database shows that he is a technician... the technician in Central City that the boss had issued a hunting order for! Mu Liang! That's him!"

Gu Wencheng's eyes narrowed, as he remembered that a message like this had popped up on his text communicator, which was only equipped for the Black Fire Gang's management.

[04: The man who killed Nighthawk is called Mu Liang, and he is suspected to be a psychic. The higher-ups are investigating, and all information related to this guy has been blocked. Some information about him can be found in the database that has not been updated yet. He seems to be an ordinary technician.]

The headless body of Nighthawk passed before Gu Wencheng's eyes.

The word "psychic" was like a curse, causing his face to turn pale instantly, with a few drops of cold sweat appearing on his forehead...

The atmosphere in the pub became a little weird.

The young man who came to visit sat on a high chair and looked at the bartender in front of him with a smile;

The old bartender's slightly loose skin trembled slightly as he stared into the young man's eyes.

In the corner, several sturdy men in dark green sweatshirts simultaneously thrust their right hands into their arms;
On the second floor, two members of the Black Fire Gang, wearing suits and top hats, quietly picked up shotguns and tranquilizer guns...

Gu Wencheng suddenly lowered his head!
He was going to grab the pistol taped under the counter!
As soon as Gu Wencheng moved, he felt a flash before his eyes. More than ten long pink paper talismans unfolded almost instantly, and the young man in front of him suddenly pounced forward and grabbed his collar!

boom!Boom!

Several people on the side opened fire decisively!
Gu Wencheng couldn't believe what he saw:
Those paper talismans suddenly flashed with dazzling golden light. The golden light connected into one piece and overlapped with each other, forming a thin golden shield wall. The pistol bullets were bounced away and twisted!
The young man who grabbed him by the collar, used the force of pulling him to pounce on him and threw him behind the counter a second before the golden light burst out.

The back of Gu Wencheng's head hit the stone floor hard, and he felt dizzy.

And in his sight, the young man named Mu Liang ducked and rushed forward, dodging smoothly, and swinging his hands continuously as fast as a phantom!
Rays of black light shot out!

The gunfire in the tavern stopped abruptly.

Gu Wencheng didn't know what happened outside, but he heard the dull sound of someone falling from the second floor.

Got killed?

All of his men here were killed?
Wang Jixuan stood up from his kneeling position and used his fingers to push the dozen or so talismans in his palm back into his sleeve.

Compared to the metal darts he threw out wrapped in [Qi], bullets were indeed faster.

But it doesn't matter. Wang Jixuan has already figured out a way to resist ordinary pistol bullets. He only needs to use a dozen Vajra Talismans at the same time to achieve three or four seconds of "comprehensive protection".

Wang Jixuan looked down at the bartender Gu Wenting and asked with a smile:

"Where's your tea?"

"You can't threaten me, young man," Gu Wenting said with a trembling breath. "You can kill me. I've lived long enough. This is the truth. You don't have to think about hearing any valuable information from me! They will be here in a minute!"

Wang Jixuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

In his perception, there was a huge cavity under his feet, and there was some mottled and faint breath underneath.

Interrogation was the troublesome thing he was least good at.

This tavern is located in the northwest corner of the Black Fire Gang's territory and is an important warehouse in the rear of the Black Fire Gang.

Wang Jixuan must act quickly and decisively. He must get the information he wants most from this old man before the Black Fire Gang members in the cold storage below discover that something is wrong with the tavern.

"I really want to persuade people to be good."

Wang Jixuan reached into the inner pocket of his jacket with his right hand, took out a blank piece of talisman paper, bit the tip of his index finger, forced out a wisp of air, and quickly drew a complicated talisman on the talisman paper.

"But at least, the person I'm trying to persuade must first be a person."

Wang Jixuan put his right hand together with a sword finger, pressed the blood-colored talisman paper down, and tapped it hard on Gu Wencheng's forehead.

Soul-catching!

(End of this chapter)