Chapter 472: The Girl In Glass (2/2)

After drinking a mouthful of tea, Mr. Huang sighed, ”I have been friends with Lao Mu for thirty years. Who would have thought that he’d drag me down with him in his immoral ways. Fortunately, I still have a conscience.”

”Dad, tell us what happened,” urged Xiaotao.

A few days ago, Mr. Mu mysteriously revealed to an interesting club outside the city to him. Under his friend’s persuasion, Mr. Huang decided to give it a go.

What’s the big deal? That’s what Mr. Huang thought. After all, he had seen almost everything throughout his life. Out of trust in his friend’s character, he believed it wouldn’t be anything too immoral.

Last night, Mr. Mu drove him out of the city. Along the way, he repeated how this club could make him realize the meaning of life once more and boasted of the new world that awaited him. Mr. Huang was confused by all this incomprehensible talk.

When they arrived at the chicken farm, there were dozens of luxury cars already parked here. Mr. Huang met a bunch of rich people he knew and several unfamiliar faces. They didn't sound like locals, probably visitors specifically for this club.

Like him, there were other people new to this club, also introduced by their friends. Everyone seemed excited and curious, looking forward to the surprise that awaited them, but these seasoned members of the club evaded the subject!

Some time later, several off-road vehicles came to pick them up. They were escorted by men in suits and handed black blindfolds upon entering the vehicle. These men insisted he wear the blindfold and hand over his cell phone for safekeeping. At first, Mr. Huang was livid. It wasn’t as if he was begging to go to this club. Since they didn't trust him, he would happily walk away.

However, these men refused to budge. With Mr. Mu’s desperate persuasion, he eventually gave in.

Yet he couldn’t help but worry if this involved something illegal. Hence, he endeavored to memorize the turns they took, hoping to gain a sense of direction. Unfortunately, he was soon confused by the many twists and turns they made.

About an hour or so later, they finally alighted and were taken into a building where their blindfolds were removed. The windows around were welded shut and the room was brightly lit. Men and women dressed formally carried glasses of champagne, like a scene from a private party.

”Lao Mu, all that trouble for a party?” scoffed Mr. Huang. “What a joke!”

Mr. Mu assured him the best had yet to come. After that, he sat through several spontaneous performances by the guests which weren’t arranged by the host. Mr. Huang noticed a curtain behind the stage where people snuck in and out. His friend immediately offered to broaden his horizons.

Thus, the two headed into a dark room with a huge glass column in the middle and lights underneath. In the glass column was a naked girl soaked in some sort of liquid. A bubble would appear from her nose from time to time, suggesting she would remain alive despite being submerged in liquid. The expression on her face indicated she was in a dreamlike trance.

The well-informed Mr. Huang knew of a liquid called carbon tetrafluoride, in which oxygen was highly soluble. It made breathing in liquid possible. In fact, the astronauts' gravity control cabin was filled with this liquid.

A bunch of people surrounded the glass column as if they were watching some rare fish.

“What the hell are they doing?” Mr. Huang shouted. “If you don't start talking, I’m leaving!”

Mr. Mu calmed him down, vowing to wow him when the ”main course” was served later.

They returned to the hall and drank some wine. A while later, the host finally showed up. After a short, profound speech, he announced the official start of the dinner.

Everyone took their seats excitedly, eagerly watching as the waiters served plate after plate.

The guests had different entrees–Mr. Mu received a piece of marbled meat, a red, blood curd-like chunk, and some fried ribs.

Meanwhile, Mr. Huang was served a plate of charred meat, covered in sauce. Mr. Mu explained that each guest received different service according to their membership grade. Since it was his first time here, he would only be given a taste.