Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

Chapter 786 The Cage of Innocence 26

The election is drawing ever closer, like a time bomb hanging over our heads.

The number of predators in the city suddenly increased, and even the wind carried a sense of violence.

The attacks on the streets and alleys escalated from sporadic clashes into continuous warfare. The police sirens of the Criminal Investigation Bureau blared day and night, but they could never keep up with the speed at which the bloodshed spread.

Qin Che's mouth is like a welded iron gate; no matter how you threaten or entice him, he can always fool you with a few words.

But for the game to continue, you absolutely need to know this information.

If all else fails, you'll have to seek other ways to communicate.

That day, you receive a message from an informant that there are clues about Tartarus at the CHAOS nightclub in the downtown area.

The four letters "CHAOS" on the neon sign twisted and flashed, a perfect microcosm of the downtown area.

People from all walks of life coexist here, and sin and desire ferment in alcohol.

As soon as I pushed open the metal door that was shaking so badly it made my skin tingle, a stench of cheap perfume, sweat, and unknown hallucinogens hit me.

Colored smoke condensed into a swirling poisonous cloud in the dome, and fluorescent beams dissected the crowd like scalpels, cutting their intoxicated faces into bizarre fragments.

As soon as you step across the threshold, you feel your back being covered by needle-like gazes.

Those figures lurking in the shadows, like vultures eyeing carrion, sent shivers down one's spine.

You can only pretend you don't notice and walk through the frenzied crowd to the bone-shattering drumbeats.

Deep inside the dance floor, a bearded man was slumped in a leather sofa in a booth.

His henchmen, all muscular and bulging, deliberately displayed their canines when they grinned, their bloodshot eyes terrifying, their undisguised hunger for life proclaiming their predator status.

"So you want to buy information?" The bearded man's voice was like sandpaper scraping against a rusty iron plate. He lifted his eyelids and gave you a sticky look as he sized you up from head to toe.

“Young lady,” he said in a low, hoarse voice, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “didn’t your informant say that if an ordinary person stepped in, they’d be chewed to dust?”

"Tsk tsk, that thin neck." His left-hand man licked his lips, his sharp claws barely visible in his palm. "I could bite through an artery in one bite."

"You fool who doesn't know what's good for him." The scarred man on the right sneered, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

You weren't intimidated by these people, after all, you had even experienced a hell on earth like Tal City.

This is nothing more than a drizzle for you.

You tapped your fingertips on the table and said with some interest, "You're running a business, and you still want to claim whose money you're making?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the predators seemed to gradually surround him, their sharp claws flicking out half an inch from his palm, creating a soft, whistling sound.

The deafening electronic music abruptly stopped, the noise in the dance floor froze instantly, and even the air seemed to turn into glass, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

The crisp sound of leather shoes striking the ground came from behind me, one step after another.

The predators, who were about to pounce, suddenly froze and retreated in unison.

Their pupils contracted sharply, and suppressed sobs escaped their throats, as if they had sensed some sudden danger.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glance at the opposite wall, where a tall, dark shadow grows ever closer, eventually engulfing your own shadow...

"Who...who are you?!" the bearded man exclaimed in fear.

"Why are you out so late instead of going home? What are you doing here?"

That all-too-familiar voice rang out from behind your head.