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Blood slowly spread across the floor like a carpet.
The blood-soaked money bucket slipped from Jackal's twisted arm, the banknotes inside long gone.
No one knew who killed Jackal; in the chaotic frenzy, perhaps even the killer himseld didn't know.
Serie stood at the center of the stage, looking down at everything with a cold, knowing curve to her lips.
Below the stage, the fans, having experienced an outburst of anger and brief chaos, were still catching their breath.
Their eyes still held the exhilaration and a hint of bewilderment after the fury.
Serie pulled out a thick wad of banknotes—the same ones she had taken from the sack earlier, intending to exchange them for information or something, but these two beasts hadn't thought of hiding at all; instead, they were brazenly showing off.
Under countless suddenly illuminated gazes, she swung her arm with a flourish!
The green bills, like scattered flowers from a celestial maiden, fluttered down onto the stage, the bar counter, and even people's heads.
"Catch!" Serie's voice, amplified by the microphone, carried an undeniable heroic, instantly igniting the dead air. "Tonight's drinks, music, and party—I, Neon Shadow, am covering it all!"
A wave of cheers, wilder than any before, exploded!
The crowd went completely insane, screaming, jumping, scrambling for the falling banknotes, or simply embracing those around them and starting to dance wildly.
The bar instantly transformed into a boiling sea of desire.
At this moment, Serie stood under the stage spotlight, her money-scattering gesture like bestowing divine grace.
At the edge of the surging crowd, a figure seemed out of place.
It was a very young girl with long purplish-blue hair strikingly similar to Serie's, her face so tender that one wondered how she managed to get into the bar.
She didn't scramble for money or join the revelry; she just fixated on Serie on stage with a pair of bright eyes that seemed to burn with fire.
That gaze was so fervent and focused that even Serie, immersed in her sense of control, couldn't ignore it.
She slightly tilted her head, her gaze precisely cutting through the reveling crowd to land on the girl.
"Hmm?" Serie raised an eyebrow, a hint of playfulness in her voice, and asked loudly, "Is something wrong, little sister?"
Called out directly by her idol, the girl trembled all over, and two flushes of red instantly appeared on her face.
She wrung her fingers, seemingly mustering immense courage to squeeze out her voice, filled with urgency and indignation: "I… I… but! But that b*stard Viper ran away! He… he hasn't paid the price yet!"
Serie looked at her nervous and resentful little expression and couldn't help but chuckle.
She even leaned slightly from the edge of the stage and stroked the girl's head.
"Heh, silly girl, what's the rush?" Her voice carried absolute confidence, as if stating an impending, predetermined fact. "No matter how fast he runs, can he outrun lightning?"
Before her words had even faded—
Whoosh!
A sudden gust of wind, without any warning, swept up from the ground!
It made the girl's purplish-blue hair dance wildly, and she instinctively raised her arm to shield her eyes.
The wind died down.
She lowered her arm.
Before her, on the stage, neon lights flickered, banknotes fluttered, and the crowd was in a frenzy.
The figure who had just been standing under the spotlight had vanished without a trace.
Only a purplish-blue afterimage, slowly dissipating in the air like a dream bubble, remained, along with that echoing question, as if still lingering in her ears:
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