Chapter 120: Chapter 120

The smooth back of this sexy and fiery woman was also tattooed with a snake devouring an apple.

Most of the other Viper Gang members in the warehouse were also embracing in male-female pairs.

Only a few pairs consisted of two men or two women.

Accompanying this steamy atmosphere was the wild, roaring music blasting from the massive speakers on the warehouse stage, and the scent of contraband drifting through the air...

Loren suspected that if he had entered just a little later, he might have witnessed some even more stimulating scenes.

Judging by the scent of contraband in the air, he already had a rough idea of what kind of revelry this was.

It was a smell Loren, who came from the Rotten Star, was intimately familiar with—the smell of "Drunkard's Needle."

The effects of "Drunkard's Needle" were simple: users would experience extreme mental euphoria, accompanied by a powerful "aphrodisiac" effect.

Afterward, however, users would often become muddle-headed, develop a strong tendency toward violence, and suffer irreversible damage to their bodies.

By the time Loren stood at the warehouse entrance, he had already analyzed the Viper Gang's strength.

Aside from the two on the central stage who were mid-tier superhumans, all the others were either low-tier superhumans or slightly stronger-than-average ordinary people.

Clearly, this was a no-holds-barred party, very much in keeping with gangster style.

Loren walked calmly through the crowd, most of whom were bare-chested. That's right, these Viper Gang members, regardless of gender, were not wearing any upper-body clothing.

As Loren advanced indifferently, some people tried to make a move on him.

But the moment these people started to act, their expressions froze into blankness.

Immediately afterward, these would-be attackers silently collapsed to the ground.

With every step Loren took, several Viper Gang members would bizarrely fall to the floor. At this moment, Loren was like a silent grim reaper.

As more and more people fell, the Viper Gang members in the warehouse began to show signs of fleeing.

But those who wanted to run had only just lifted their feet when they, too, fell into a blank-faced stupor.

Two seconds later, these would-be escapees also collapsed to the ground in an utterly bizarre manner...

Then, among these remaining Viper Gang members, someone's psyche shattered. Seeing their companions die one after another in such a strange way, someone began to scream in utter breakdown.

"A devil?! He must be a devil crawled up from hell!!! We're all going to die..." Desperate shouts erupted from their mouths.

Then, these broken individuals also, after experiencing two seconds of blank-faced stupor, quietly collapsed to the floor.

Loren, who preferred quiet, already disliked the blaring music in the warehouse. Naturally, those who were shouting were also "silenced" by Loren.

Meanwhile, the man and woman sitting on the central stage in the middle of the warehouse, seeing their subordinates die one after another, took no action at all. Instead, they sat on the brown sofa in complete silence, like two silent statues.

These two mid-tier superhumans also hugged each other even tighter, as if only this could give them a sliver of security.

The dangerous aura emanating from Loren had completely intimidated the two leaders of the Viper Gang.

As mid-tier superhumans, their perception of danger was sharp. Their intuition screamed that if they moved even a muscle, they would die in the next instant.

That incredibly bizarre intruder was absolutely not an enemy they could confront!!!

By the time Loren silently arrived before the central stage in the warehouse, only a dozen or so Viper Gang members remained.

These members, who had discerned Loren's pattern of action, all stood frozen in place, not daring to move a muscle, not even daring to breathe carelessly.

Loren stopped before the stage, halting his advance.

Standing before the stage, Loren noticed the noise from the massive speakers seemed even louder.

Then, he glanced at the huge speakers on the stage and, with disdain, fired an energy bullet from the Black and Gold Revolver in his hand.

The explosive flame of the energy bullet completely engulfed the source of that extremely raucous noise.

The wild, passionate music vanished.

Finally, silence reigned in the abandoned warehouse.

Now, in this abandoned warehouse, even the sound of a needle dropping to the floor could be heard.

Seeing this, Loren nodded with considerable satisfaction.

"Now, everyone of the Viper Gang, we can finally have a quiet chat."

Unfortunately, no one responded to Loren's words.

Whether it was the remaining Viper Gang members or the two gang leaders on the stage, none answered Loren immediately due to fear.

"No one wants to talk? What a pity." Loren once again spoke in a voice audible to all, seemingly to himself.

Then, the dozen or so remaining Viper Gang members, after Loren finished his soliloquy, also fell into a blank-faced stupor.

Two seconds later, they, too, quietly collapsed to the ground, devoid of breath.

"You see, now they can stay silent forever." Loren stared at the only two mid-tier superhumans left on the stage and shrugged his shoulders with an air of helplessness.

The burly male superhuman in the center of the stage, seeing that his subordinates had met their end for not answering promptly, felt his pupils contract sharply.

Immediately after, he nervously asked Loren:

"This... sir, what... what do you want to talk about..."

"You work for Councilor Osman?" Loren began spinning his revolver on his fingertip.

"Y... yes, s... sir!!" The female superhuman with the snake tattoo on her back also answered Loren's question nervously.

If answering Loren's question was the key to survival, she absolutely could not let this chance slip away.

So, she learned to jump the gun.

Instantly, this fiery-figured female superhuman fell into a blank-faced stupor.

"Too bad. I prefer people who follow order." Loren shrugged his shoulders helplessly once more.

Two seconds later, her sexy, bare-chested body slumped powerlessly onto the burly male superhuman beside her.

Feeling the still-warm corpse of his companion, the burly male superhuman's pupils contracted again in terror.

Jumping the gun also meant death!! Was this guy insane?!

"One last question. Do you know where Councilor Osman lives? I have some matters I'd like to discuss with him."

After asking this, Loren stopped spinning the revolver on his fingertip and gazed indifferently at the Viper Gang leader.

"S... sir!! I'm actually a member of the Star Traveler Society!!! For the sake of the Star Traveler Society, could you let me go??!! Please... sir!! I'm still young, I don't want to die..."

The Viper Gang leader's voice was hoarse, tinged with despair.

He didn't know Councilor Osman's address.

Any information regarding those Jadeite Councilors was top secret. For a mid-to-low-level member of the Star Traveler Society like him, being able to conceal his identity and serve as Councilor Osman's "black glove" was already the limit.

He only knew that one of Councilor Osman's subordinates had once hinted obliquely:

Councilor Osman might want the land where the orphanage is located to build a vacation manor.