Chapter 285: Chapter 182: Salvation Squad Arrives in London
He walked down the street, took out his phone, and sent a message to the hacker.
[Xia Pingzhou: I’m in a bad mood, want to have a drink. Help me find a place, preferably a hidden underground bar where nothing’s likely to happen.]
[Hacker: Get lost, you really think I’m your electronic pet to command?]
[Xia Pingzhou: I’ll pay extra.]
[Hacker: The closest bar to you is called "Eden", let me have a look.]
[Hacker: Go straight, cross two streets, then turn into the second alley on the right. No password needed, but I’ve heard gangs usually deal there, could encounter some danger.]
[Xia Pingzhou: What kind of danger? Can’t just have a drink and get beaten, can I?]
[Hacker: How should I know? I’m busy gaming, don’t bother me, signing off.]
Xia Pingzhou put away his phone quietly, opened his map, and followed the route he remembered.
Not long after, Xia Pingzhou, wearing a human skin mask on his face, stepped into an alley, went down a staircase, and entered the underground bar "Eden" unobstructed.
In the bar lit with red and green lights, a jazz tune was playing. There weren’t many customers inside, and the bartender was wiping glasses behind the counter. A television hung under the ceiling was showing horse racing, with the excited shouts of the live audience coming through.
The surroundings were relatively quiet, nothing special happening, but just as Xia Pingzhou was about to enter further into the bar, a roar sounded from ahead, followed by the sound of glass shattering and tables being smashed.
He paused for a moment and looked up, seeing a short-haired man holding a lamp pole.
The short-haired man was wearing a black jacket, with black trousers below. His entire body was in a state of extreme muscle expansion. His sleeves were torn apart, veins bulging like snakes clinging to his sinewy arms.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face ferocious, with a line of drool hanging from his mouth.
If simply these features couldn’t identify him, then seeing the lamp pole in his hand, anyone could tell that this was the notorious serial killer "Red Light".
The lunatic who within a few years slaughtered dozens of Exorcists.
At the same time, he was Xia Pingzhou’s old friend— "Citrus Man".
At this moment, under Red Light’s leather shoe was a dreadfully mutilated corpse.
The head of the corpse had splattered into a spray of blood on the ground, with a waterfall-like mark running down the side of the neck, most likely even the bones were gone, smashed by a single strike. The torso was brutally torn off, lying by the wall.
Xia Pingzhou glanced up at Red Light, then, not to arouse the hacker’s suspicion, looked down and sent him a message on his phone.
[Xia Pingzhou: What’s this? You sure know how to pick a place for me.]
[Hacker: In a game, do not disturb (auto-reply)]
The bar’s patrons and staff scattered in screams, while only Xia Pingzhou remained standing still.
Amidst the chaos, Red Light stood firm. In his right hand, the top of the lamp pole flashed alternately with red, green, and yellow light, casting his already ferocious face into an even more terrifying ghostly visage.
The next moment, he let out a beast-like roar, crushed the corpse under his foot, and lunged toward Xia Pingzhou.
Meanwhile, Xia Pingzhou activated the Celestial Driver, black and white halos spreading outward to form a ring. Countless chess piece shadows hovered like satellites, slowly rotating around his body.
[Xia Pingzhou: I hate you.]
[Hacker: In a game, do not disturb (free reply)]
After sending the last message, Xia Pingzhou casually tossed the phone to the ground, then stepped forward to meet Red Light.