The extended Lincoln limousine drove through the bustling streets for nearly half an hour before finally reaching the Pudo District.
As everyone stepped out of the car, their eyes lit up. Various camera flashes and spotlights blazed, stirring their hearts.
The Pudo District, to put it bluntly, was an upgraded version of the red-light district. Everywhere was permeated with the scent of alcohol, sex, and drugs.
Here, as long as one had money, they could freely unleash their innermost primal desires and violence. Even supernatural beings could be hired to do one's bidding.
Of course, the price was not something ordinary people could afford.
"All the bars here have combat arenas, but most of them are just small-time affairs for the guests' entertainment. The gladiators are usually quite ordinary, with few supernatural beings," Isabella said, leading the group into the Pudo District without stopping, heading further in.
Yi Feicheng and the others nodded. They had no interest in watching such low-level arenas, as their group, apart from Ye Jing, who didn't practice martial arts, and the two elites from the Black Tiger Gang, had at least reached the Xiantian Grandmaster realm.
"There are a few with stronger fighters, but nothing much to see. Only that one!" Isabella extended her slender finger and pointed ahead.
Everyone looked in the direction she pointed and saw a magnificent, palace-like building standing before them.
The building wasn't tall, only five stories, but its footprint was vast, covering an area ten times that of an ordinary bar.
On the rooftop of the building was a crossed black skull emblem, emitting a dark, eerie glow.
"This is a stronghold established by the Italian Mafia here. The first and second floors are the largest bar in the Pudo District, the 'Black Skull Society.' It boasts the largest combat arena in the Pudo District. During peak hours in the evening, the weakest gladiators on the stage have the strength of supernatural beings," Isabella explained.
Hearing this, Yan Qianghu couldn't help but click his tongue. In their Black Tiger Gang, excluding Zhang Fan, they currently only had three Xiantian Grandmasters.
Yet, in this arena, that was merely the threshold to step onto the stage.
"If that's the case, I'm truly looking forward to it," Yi Feicheng said, extremely excited, jostling with anticipation, eager to try.
He was a naturally combative person, but unfortunately, in the current Black Tiger Gang, apart from Zhang Fan, no one was qualified to be his opponent. Even the strongest, Yan Qianghu, couldn't withstand a single move from him, making it difficult to get a satisfying fight.
The only one stronger than him, Zhang Fan, was too monstrous; he had no desire to spar with him.
Now that he was here, thinking about what was to come, he felt his blood boil.
"Ouch... ouch, ouch." However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt his ear grabbed by a soft, small hand and immediately yelped in pain.
"Empty vessels make the most noise. So many experts are quiet, and you're so high-profile," Ye Jing couldn't help but reprimand him.
Although Zhang Fan was present today, and she didn't need to worry about Yi Feicheng's safety, she still couldn't resist scolding him.
"Then let's go in and see," Seeing Yi Feicheng's state, Zhang Fan couldn't help but chuckle and say.
As the group approached the bar entrance, they were stopped by a burly white doorman. The doorman, seeing a group of Asian faces, showed a hint of disdain and contempt in his eyes.
However, when his gaze fell upon Isabella, it immediately became fiery.
Isabella was a natural stunner. Her breathtaking, devilish figure made the white doorman's gaze turn possessive as he scanned her up and down, secretly sighing that she was truly a masterpiece.
"Stand aside, pat down!" The white doorman waved at Zhang Fan and the others, speaking fluent English in a rough tone, showing no semblance of customer service.
But it wasn't surprising. This Black Skull Bar was an Italian Mafia property. Even the doorman, though just a low-level member of the Italian Mafia, felt a sense of superiority when facing outsiders like them.
Moreover, it was on their turf; what did it matter if they were arrogant?
"Damn it, you're looking for death!"
Yi Feicheng was young and impetuous. Even if he wasn't carrying anything illegal, he wouldn't tolerate being searched. The doorman's tone further enraged him on the spot, and he was about to lash out when Zhang Fan stopped him.
"Don't get agitated. Leave it to her," Zhang Fan glanced at Isabella and said to Yi Feicheng.
Isabella nodded. When she turned to look at the white doorman again, a hint of crimson light flickered in her soul-captivating beautiful eyes. The doorman's gaze was involuntarily drawn, and his eyes became vacant and glazed.
"Open the door," Isabella commanded. The white doorman immediately nodded and walked towards the entrance. Two other burly doormen by the door were about to question why he wasn't conducting a search, but he rudely shoved them aside.
The iron gate opened, and the group entered the bar unhindered.
Much later, the white doorman sobered up. After hearing what his colleagues told him, he broke out in a cold sweat, as he had no memory of his actions.
"You go in and keep an eye on those people. I'll report to the boss," the doorman calmed down and felt that this group was unusual and needed to be reported immediately.
...
As Zhang Fan and his group entered the bar, they were enveloped by a heated atmosphere. Screams and shouts were endless, in various languages.
Isabella skillfully beckoned a waiter and whispered a few words in his ear. The waiter glanced at Zhang Fan's group, nodded, and led them towards the second floor.
Under Isabella's arrangement, Zhang Fan and the others were seated in an open private room on the second floor.
Sitting on the soft leather sofa and watching the people below shaking their heads and dancing, Zhang Fan found it hard not to laugh.
"Anyone who wants to go down and have fun can. Those who don't want to can just drink here. I asked earlier, and the fight matches will start in about half an hour," Isabella said to the group.
Upon hearing this, no one moved. This group had all frequented nightlife venues for a long time and were no longer excited by such scenes. The only thing that attracted them here was the upcoming fight matches.
And just as Zhang Fan and his group were being seated in the private room on the second floor, the white doorman who had stopped them at the entrance arrived on the third floor of the Black Skull Society.
"Boss, a group of very capable people arrived today. Their origins are a bit unclear, but most of them are Asian faces," the white doorman said, bowing his body respectfully.
Before him stood a middle-aged white man. Hearing his subordinate's report, he scanned the hundreds of surveillance screens in front of him, finally fixing his gaze on a private room on the second floor.
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ps: This is a supplement for yesterday's update. Today's hasn't been posted yet.