Phantom Night Tour.
At first glance, it sounds like it has nothing to do with the wasteland of the apocalypse.
If you really think it's that kind of pre-apocalypse concert, you're way off.
This is actually an organization roaming the wasteland.
The women and men inside all took the Catastrophe Potion.
This Catastrophe Potion is called Banshee.
Like the name suggests, it can turn you into something inhuman.
From voice, to appearance, to insane physical flexibility, and that soul-deep, criminally seductive allure—they can drive both men and women mad.
Rumor has it, no matter how much money you bring, they'll have you happily emptying your pockets inside.
The "concert" means that when men go in, they'll hear women sing out the most seductive, bewitching moans in utterly unique voices.
A little while back.
This tour came through the Ninth Special Zone.
The original owner went for a stroll, didn't actually spend anything, but it became the perfect excuse for Chen Che.
After all, everyone knows this place is a money pit.
And since the concert was already gone, they couldn't find any evidence anyway.
Moore froze for a second, apparently not expecting Chen Che to say this, but it all somehow made perfect sense.
An Nishang wasn't too bothered with Chen Che right now, her beautiful face iced over.
Chen Che kept bullshitting: "Honestly, when I first noticed some extra cash in my account, I was surprised too. I didn't overthink it, just assumed it was a windfall. If nobody came asking for it, I was gonna keep it."
Totally in character for the original owner.
"Ahem… But who knew a trip to the concert would burn all the cash… Didn't expect Captain Moore to be so capable, even checked that out."
"Captain Moore, are you satisfied with my explanation?"
Moore's mouth twitched, just about to speak, but Chen Che cut him off, eyes burning: "Captain Moore! You questioned me, and I've already answered. But let's get back to the main topic."
"Let's continue. The question I just asked: Why did you refer me to the Tasting Commerce Association's casino? Coupled with what you mentioned later—the mysterious money that came into my business account."
"Isn't it all a little too coincidental?"
"If I were a little dumber, unable to keep up, I'd never be able to clear my name!"
[Fuck, when did this pretty boy get so good at talking?!]
Chen Che stared Moore down: "Captain Moore! Give me an explanation for all these coincidences! And for the third time: why did you refer me to the Tasting Casino?!"
"What's your motive? Was it on purpose? Did you just want to see me dead?!"
Chen Che just clamped down and wasn't letting go—hoping Moore would slip up.
Moore's cheek twitched. He'd just managed to muddy the waters, but Chen Che was like a rabid dog, refusing to let go of this bone.
Moore's mind spun at top speed, going over what Chen Che had said, then suddenly a wild idea popped into his head. He raised his face, eyes twisted, and growled, "That's right, I wanted you dead, I did it on purpose! I knew it was the Tasting Casino, I pushed you in there on purpose!"
"Huh?" Chen Che was dumbfounded for a second. No way, no way, his mental fortitude's this weak?
Can't be…
Chen Che didn't buy that a guy like Moore would crack so easily.
After venting, Moore suddenly turned to An Nishang, his eyes filled with deep emotion and guilt: "Chief! I've always been loyal to you! Yes, I knew it was the Tasting Casino, and I did send him there… At first, my motives weren't pure. I wanted to get him involved with Tasting, to make you think less of him…"
Son of a bitch… Chen Che's face changed. He figured out what this black man was going for.
"But I never thought he'd actually betray you! That wasn't what I wanted!
I just… I was just jealous of him!
Why? Why is it that some pretty boy, with no achievements, did nothing for you, and yet he gets to sleep in your bed? Gets to be your boytoy!
I… I…"
Moore fell to his knees, scraping them on the ground as he crawled to An Nishang's side, shoulders shaking, humbly cupping her foot and kissing it.
"I like you! I've been in love with you for so long, that's why I've been so loyal to you. It was just jealousy that made me want to screw him over, but I didn't expect he'd betray you…"
Damn, the Oscars owes you a gold statue. Stealing my act, huh? Think you can improv as well as I can? Just open your mouth and the drama rolls out, huh?
Chen Che curled his lip.
Honestly, though, this black man's acting chops are solid.
Most of the people in this room were longtime followers of An Nishang, just like the black man.
Seeing this scene, they were all moved.
Except Xia Na… [Asshole! Damn black man, what makes you think you can climb into sis's bed? You? You're not even as good as that pretty boy! Even I haven't gotten in!]
Chen Che shot Xia Na a shocked look. She was currently glaring death at Moore.
Damn… Not wanting to sleep with the boss must mean you're a bad subordinate!
Xia Na caught Chen Che's gaze, her violet pupils snapping right back at him. Chen Che rubbed his nose and looked away.
Can't deny it, the black man's ability to improv is top-tier.
This is the perfect explanation for why he threw Chen Che at the Tading Commerce Association.
Because he was jealous that Chen Che got to sleep with An Nishang—got to have wild fun with her.
The jealousy of a subordinate, and a fellow secret admirer.
As for Chen Che ultimately betraying An Nishang—well, that was on Chen Che.
On one hand, it explains his actions.
On the other, it builds up his image of absolute loyalty.
It could even strike a chord with the other henchmen loyal to An Nishang in this room.
They'd been with An Nishang for ages, but some plaything like Chen Che had all the favor.
Anyone would be pissed, anyone would sympathize with Moore… As for Chen Che? Meh.
Moore was doing internal cartwheels.
[God, I'm fucking brilliant… Want to outplay me? Kid, you've got a lot to learn!]
Moore, still trembling, looked up into An Nishang's enchanting eyes: "Chief! I'm absolutely loyal to you. I'm devoted to you, I even love you… I want to sleep with you too—even if it's just as a toy, like him…"
Back at the rear, Chen Che crossed his arms, watching Moore's performance.
The scene really made some people emotional.
But they missed the flash of violent intent in the depths of An Nishang's eyes.
Right then, Chen Che spoke up coldly: "Oh? So Captain Moore is so passionate toward the boss! If Captain Moore loves the boss this much, then what about… Natasha?"
The three words Chen Che blurted out instantly froze Moore's Oscar-worthy performance, his face crumbling into something ferocious and twisted.
The others looked slightly confused.
Who's Natasha?
But Chen Che couldn't hide his joy.
Got him.
Moore's guard was down.
He'd heard Moore's inner thoughts.
Got what he wanted!
Time to push Moore even further!
"Tsk tsk, Captain Moore, you sure are affectionate—can't wait to see how much Natasha would hurt if she heard this…"
"Fuck your mother!"
Moore suddenly snapped, leaping up and swinging his fist—the size of a damn sandbag—right at Chen Che's face!
Even Chen Che didn't expect Moore to act so quickly. In terms of raw power, Chen Che was a total wimp, completely helpless as that fist shot right at his face.
Shit, if he gets disfigured, what if An Nishang loses interest? He was still counting on having those long legs on his shoulders. If he gets ugly, can his other skills keep her around?
The fist stopped less than half a centimeter from Chen Che's face.
Chen Che actually felt the gust from that killer punch smack his handsome face, making it sting.
A gloved, slender hand caught Moore's dark fist.
An Nishang was suddenly standing in front of Moore, blocking him.
The next moment, nearly 400 pounds of Moore was kicked by An Nishang and sent flying into the steel door, denting it with a thunderous crash!