Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

Chapter 1140: Chapter 719: Jackals Are Your Uncles?! [Monthly Ticket Requested]

Emperor Nightclub.

Fourth floor.

Third Uncle didn’t directly rush to the fourth floor; instead, he waited for a moment at the central staircase.

But after a while, there was still no noise from above, making him somewhat curious.

Cautiously peeking out, he saw the closed door and then dashed up.

Bam!

His foot kicked the door open.

Thud!

The door slammed into the wall beside it with a loud bang.

?

Third Uncle’s mind was full of questions: why was there no one here?

He slipped inside, into a vast, empty hall.

Inside this hall were some alcohol and half-eaten food scattered around.

He roughly estimated the number of people, based on what Ant had said—there should be at least twenty people on this floor, yet not a single one was in sight.

Suddenly, as Third Uncle lowered his head, he noticed numerous footprints on the ground, leading upward, and saw some dried white liquid on the wall in the middle.

Third Uncle approached slowly and gently tapped on this wall.

Thud thud!

Hearing these slightly different sounds, Third Uncle’s eyes lit up.

It seemed there was something behind this wall.

Third Uncle took a closer look and found some unusual patterns on the wall, even though the same wallpaper was used, upon close inspection, he could see a door about 1.5 meters wide in the middle.

He tried pushing it.

Indeed.

It could be moved!

Third Uncle thought to himself, but he didn’t push the door open directly.

Instead, he slowly moved to both sides of the wall, then suddenly exerted force and pushed open the door hidden in the wall.

Thud!

The door swung open abruptly.

Still, there was no movement inside, leaving Third Uncle somewhat puzzled.

He picked up an empty bottle nearby and threw it inside.

Clang!

At the moment it hit something, a crisp sound echoed.

With a face full of confusion, Third Uncle quickly glanced inside, seeing a dimly lit room. However, with the faint light from outside, he could make out a large sofa and a desk resembling a reception counter next to it.

The decor inside seemed even more luxurious.

Third Uncle turned on his flashlight and, holding a gun, slowly walked inside.

What caught his eye was a small hall; behind the sofa was a glass wall, flanked by more sofas.

With a wooden floor and a crystal chandelier, under the flashlight’s beam, it still showed how opulent it once was.

On both sides of the hall, there were long corridors.

Each side had rooms similar to KTV private rooms.

Third Uncle looked at the walls behind him, covered in soundproof material, and had a rough guess.

Thus, he slowed his steps and started checking the private rooms on the left.

Soon, he meticulously checked all the private rooms on the left but found no one.

So, he continued to check the private rooms on the right.

The private rooms in here varied in size.

There were signs posted: Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, Supreme.

Each room had different sizes and decorations according to the level.

Third Uncle walked to one side, opening most of the rooms but found no one.

All he found were some scattered contraband drugs all over the floor.

Looking at the white flour, Third Uncle sniffed it and immediately knew what it was.

He searched room by room but didn’t see anyone.

Until he reached the door on the far right, which was a different color—golden.

It had two small words written on it: Supreme.

Unlike the other rooms, this private room’s door wasn’t fitted with glass in the middle, so there was no way to see inside.

Third Uncle put his hand on the door handle and slowly pushed.

He could feel that this room’s door was also sturdier.

He opened the door with one hand and quickly slid to the side.

But the next second, there was still no movement.

Inside, there was no sound, but some light was visible.

Could everyone have escaped?

Third Uncle guessed.

But, his ears twitched, picking up a few snoring sounds from inside.

Someone was there!

Third Uncle immediately leaped inside.

He was hit by a strong smell of contraband drugs and a nauseatingly thick scent of human bodily fluids.

Mixed with body odor and sweat, the combined smell presented the first assault Third Uncle faced since entering the building.

The toxic gas was somewhat eye-watering.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he found himself in a massive living room.

It spanned at least a hundred square meters.

In the center of the living room was a circle of black tables.

Lying haphazardly around the table were almost forty men and women, all undressed.

On the black table surface were some western liquors and white flour contraband.

The VSOP bottle on the table had tipped over, its yellow alcohol soaking into the white flour nearby.

These idiots were so high they turned into fools.

Not sure whether they ingested or drank, after Third Uncle entered, not a single one woke up.

In fact, two of the men had faces full of flour, with drool hanging from their mouths, appearing very disgusting.

Third Uncle scanned over the scene, taking less than a second.

Seeing such a sight, a look of utter disgust crossed Third Uncle’s face.

The next second.

Bam bam bam~

Sparks flew from the barrel as bullets launched out.

Bam bam bam——

A magazine emptied with almost no pause.

Another magazine was loaded in.

Bullets struck bodies, causing blood to bloom like flowers.

Bullets penetrated flesh, bursting through couches, pillows, tables, liquor bottles......

The noise echoed, with feathers from the pillows dancing within the hall.