A few days later.
Shenhai City.
The explosive drum beats were deafening, spotlights were sweeping across the dance floor, and the intoxicated crowd was shouting along with the DJ.
The Ace of Spades flowed down the champagne tower like a fountain, glittering with the glory of decadence. Groups of champagne girls burst into screams and applause, almost overturning the entire nightclub: "Brother is great!" "Brother Zhao is awesome!"
…
With a thud, Zhao Jun threw the empty bottle away, and then hugged a handsome boy who was serving wine beside him. He crossed his legs and smiled, "I heard that since the man surnamed Shen came to Shenhai from City B, all the evolvers in Shenhai have been controlled by him like birds in a cage. Is it so aggrieved?"
A bunch of well-dressed friends gathered in the booth, one of them smiled bitterly: "I'm not saying anything, Brother Zhao, you can do whatever you want in City B, but you should be careful in Shenhai. You haven't seen Shen Zhuo's methods..."
The people around him echoed with sympathy. Seeing this, Zhao Jun said, "You useless people! That Shen was not that arrogant in City B. How come he subdued you as soon as he came to Shenhai?"
The group of people looked at each other, and the one who spoke earlier became curious: "How come you know his background, Brother Zhao?"
They were all really drunk. Under normal circumstances, these people would never dare to gossip about Shen Zhuo behind his back. Zhao Jun laughed and waved his hands: "What's there to not know? Shen was an academic in his early years. He was the director of the Central Research Institute. He specialized in using Evolvers for human experiments. There was no Evolver who didn't hate him. If it weren't for Fu Chen's protection, he would have been killed a thousand times..."
"Fu Chen?" Someone drunkenly responded, "Isn't this the boss of the Central Supervisory Office at the time? Why is he protecting Shen?"
Zhao Jun chuckled, with some undisguised mockery and vulgarity in his eyes. He leaned forward and lowered his voice:
"Why do you think so?"
These people were all having a great time. After being quiet for two seconds, they all burst into laughter with a knowing look on their face.
The little boy in Zhao Jun's arms moved restlessly, raised one hand to support his chin, and wanted to cover the ear-studded monitoring microphone as if inadvertently, but was secretly held down by another hostess.
The two men looked at each other while pouring the wine, and their faces were obviously pale.
"Brother Zhao." The girl was obviously more capable and forced a charming smile: "Why are you saying those things that spoil the fun? Come on, help your sister throw the dice..."
"That's not right," someone on the other side of the booth came over curiously, "Didn't Fu Chen die a long time ago? I vaguely heard someone say that he was killed by Shen Zhuo himself?"
The hostess shuddered so much that she almost broke her manicure.
Zhao Jun crossed his legs and shook his whiskey glass, saying, "Don't be ridiculous. Do you really think Shen is a normal person? He hates evolvers. He is a psychopath who likes to train people like dogs. If he fails to train them, he will find a way to kill them. It's useless to lick them with all your heart!"
He even laughed as he said this: "—I'm just wondering, what does Shen look like to have Fu Chen hanged to death on his poisonous tree?"