Chapter 9 Three S-Class

The waiter still stood before them in his final pose, his eyes devoid of light.

All of this happened silently, but it was this bizarre atmosphere that suffocated Zhou Ze even more. The pressure these two strange people brought him was far more intense than that of Xue Jia.

Number 13 swirled the wine in his glass, not bothering to pay attention to the waiter being dismembered by Number 2. His gaze slowly swept across the bar, searching for the source of this haunting event.

There was an out-of-control Disciple here.

Finding people wasn't Number 2's forte. He was used to solving problems in a more direct way, just like he treated this enthusiastic waiter. Number 2 tilted his head back and finished the wine in his glass, then looked at Number 13. "How is it?"

Number 13 frowned slightly, a look of doubt appearing on his face. "I can sense that guy's aura. He's definitely here, but I can't pinpoint his location."

After a moment of silence, as if making up his mind, Number 13 took out a deck of cards from his pocket. Number 2 casually pulled over a chair and placed it in front of Number 13.

Clasping his hands together, he pressed down on the deck for a few seconds, then scattered the cards on the chair. Number 13 used a lot of force, but not a single card fell to the ground.

The next moment, a scene that made Zhou Ze's hair stand on end appeared. White gloves materialized on the boy's outstretched left hand, and under the manipulation of this hand, the cards on the chair began to move in a strange way. The cards flipped over one by one, until only one remained face down.

The flipped cards were neatly arranged, surrounding the last card.

Zhou Ze subconsciously counted the number of flipped cards: 52 regular cards, and 2 jokers.

A total of 54 cards.

Zhou Ze immediately realized that the card currently face down on the chair was extra, not belonging to any card in the deck. He became curious about what was on this card.

But he didn't notice that after the white gloves appeared, the boy's pupils gradually dilated, and his whole body presented a bizarre posture, as if he were dying.

Slowly, the white glove flipped over the last card.

In an instant, Zhou Ze's face froze. The card showed a clown, more terrifying and grotesque than any clown he had ever seen before.

And… and the clown on the right also wore the same white glove, but the left hand was bare.

An absurd guess floated in Zhou Ze's mind, "Could it be… could it be that the white glove on his left hand was stolen from the clown?"

The clown on the card stared out with resentful eyes. The next moment, its body squirmed strangely, and then it suddenly stretched out its left hand. In Zhou Ze's unbelievable eyes, a hand reached out of the card, grabbed the boy's wrist, as if trying to pull him into the card.

This absurd and bizarre scene was playing out in front of him, and Zhou Ze even suspected that he had traveled into a movie.

But when he came back to his senses, everything was back to normal.

The playing cards were quietly placed on the chair, the last card still face down, and the boy gasped for breath, shaking his arm slightly.

If Zhou Ze could have observed more carefully, he would have noticed that the boy's sleeve, which was shaken down, just covered his left wrist, and at this moment there were several deep marks on his slender wrist, with distinct fingerprints on the marks.

After Number 13 caught his breath, Number 2 lowered his voice and asked, "How is it?"

"There's more than one here, and something else is here!" Number 13 looked at Number 2. "Besides you and that out-of-control Disciple, there's another guy hiding here! There are three S-class here!"

Number 2's eyes paused slightly. "The Night Watch, they've sent people too."

Number 13 nodded, his gaze around him showing a bit more vigilance. The situation was worse than expected. If it was just a Disciple out of control, he and Number 2 could work together to restrain him, but with another S-class hidden in the dark, things were troublesome.

Who would have thought that this inconspicuous bar would squeeze in three S-class? And what he was most worried about was what the guy hiding in the dark would do while he and Number 2 were joining forces to deal with the out-of-control Disciple.

"Hmm?" Number 13 suddenly looked at his left hand. The white glove had actually appeared again, and the cards spread on the chair began to shake for no reason.

Number 13 stared at the last card, his mouth slightly open, and a look of panic appeared on his face. "Someone's coming, a new S-class, stronger than all of you!"

Hearing this, Number 2 pulled Number 13 up and left immediately. "We can't stay here any longer. I'll send you out first."

Seeing that his two benefactors were leaving in a hurry and didn't care about him at all, Zhou Ze jumped up from his chair and hurried after them, "Benefactors, benefactors, wait for me, take me with you!"

In the Coman Bar, on the corridor where Jiang Lei and the others entered, the light was dim.

A fleshy hand waved in front of a person's stiff face. After a while, Fatty swallowed and turned his head to whisper to Jiang Cheng beside him, "Doctor, you're really amazing, he really can't see us."

Jiang Cheng looked at the waiter in front of him, who was like a sculpture. He was sure that this waiter was already dead and now had been assimilated into a part of this haunting event.

He often came to Coman Bar, but he never knew there was this passage under his feet. He looked towards the end of the road. This road was very deep, like it was leading to another world.

"Fatty, give me your hand." Jiang Cheng said seriously.

Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng in confusion, then raised his left hand. Jiang Cheng grabbed Fatty's wrist, then raised it and gave the stiffly smiling waiter a slap in the face with Fatty's hand with lightning speed.

The sensation on the waiter's face was very cold, which reminded Fatty of the corpses in the morgue. But before he could be afraid, he found that the expression on the waiter's face had changed, becoming even more frightened than him. The waiter jumped back, leaned against the wall, covered his right face with his right hand, and looked around with a pair of fearful eyes, "Who? Who the hell hit me?"

Jiang Cheng finally felt relieved at this moment, and smiled at Fatty, who was watching the excitement with wide eyes, "Now you can rest assured, the people inside can't see us or hear us."

"We are entangled by the bus, so ordinary haunting events can't affect us."

"It seems… it doesn't seem like that, Doctor." Fatty looked at the waiter. He found that the waiter's originally empty eyes gradually focused, but they were not looking at him and Jiang Cheng, but at the shadows they left on the wall.

To be precise, it was Jiang Cheng's shadow.

The next moment, before the waiter opened his mouth and prepared to react, a knife was handed out from behind and nailed the waiter's shadow to the wall.