Chapter 309 (1/2)

Club Euphoria.

”Don, i think we should call the police or something. Or at least an ambulance. W…” the speaker's voice trailed off after he got handed a big glass brimming with cold beverage for the occasion.

This was after all, their first kill.

”What are you saying, Howard?! That fucker is dead by now! Drink up and shut your damn mouth. You don't want to follow on his footsteps, do you?”

Don roared loudly at first but the last of his lines turned into soft whisper in contrast.

Not only Howard felt the chill in the room as an even more icy shroud than the AC in the air contributed in all of them having goosebumps and gulping imaginary blockages down their throats.

It was just a simple beating in the beginning but how could the outcome be very different from what they all imagined.

In the end, no one uttered a voice of defiance.

Six students alone with their thoughts, drinking themselves to oblivion in order to forget what had transpired earlier today.

But unbeknownst to them, this would probably be the last time that they would gather in peace with their worries and woes.

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”A place for drunkards and bitches directly in front of a hallowed ground for learning. What a fitting scenery.” The Blood Sovereign thought as he walked easily down the lanes of the road.

”HEY!” some people dared bump into him but they were all pushed aside by an unseen force before the lot could even get an inch away of the immortal's personal space.

The domino effect of falling bodies occurred without suspense.

”WHAT THE FUCK!” most cursed in disbelief after this unusual picture came into view. A lone boy was at the center of the pedestrian lane while everyone else succumbed to the sidelines of his path.

”Is this real?! Cool af!” a student commented in surprise and after a breath or two, he got his phone from his pocket to record this unbelievable sight before him.

In his mind, this would probably go viral the moment he uploaded this masterpiece.

”Why don't i go live stream this instead?” the student quickly thought and changed the format of his spying.

All the while, the object of their wonder and fascination laid undisturbed at how their little minds functioned or not. After a minuscule pause, not a few mimicked the student's action.

The Blood Sovereign walked and all others, may it be demons or gods, shy away in fear. A much familiar setting for this aged cultivator.

”Good afternoon, honored guest! How may i be of service, Sir?”

a pretty woman asked calmly but an inner turmoil has been slowly brewing unbeknownst to the young man and the audience that he had brought alongside his entrance.

”Is he perhaps a celebrity or a son of a wealthy businessman?”

the woman asked herself and the fickle assumption had led her to stand in attention, making her twin lascivious assets almost spill out from the tight constraints that barely held them in place.

”I'm looking for my friends. They should be waiting for me in room 102.” The Blood Sovereign replied and cared not for the ruckus that followed him.