On Friday, as night falls, artificial light sources begin to replace the sun that temporarily "loves" another continent, providing colorful colors for human civilization that cannot be illuminated by the stars in the night sky - the civilization in the night~
Do you think that by starting like this, we should start each volume with Bechi District, which is rich in nightlife? No.
What we are looking at now is not a popular entertainment venue like the one in Beqi District. It's a very, very niche nightclub.
We've been here before... well, strictly speaking, not with our protagonist vampire, Zach. Following Wes and following Zack's request, Wes's skinchanger Jin, whose first mission after coming to Barton was a secret undercover mission, tracked and protected him.
Those of you who still have the impression may have remembered that this is where we first discovered the violent nature of Fight Club. Wes is here. After being deliberately provoked by Jason and showing his dissatisfaction with life, Wes was invited to join an illegal organization that cannot be talked about, and successfully infiltrated his mission target.
Now, the person we want to look at here is Jason again.
Jason didn't come alone. He pulled Blake on the roadside outside the nightclub, who was unwilling to get out of the car, "Come out! It's the weekend! We deserve to have a good time!"
"But I shouldn't be in such a situation." Blake was still sitting in the car, holding the edge of the seat hard to prevent Jason from pulling him out. As he said this, he looked at the passers-by on both sides of the road with vigilance—
Although the summer has not yet completely heated up, on this weekend night, the 'players' who went in and out of this nightclub could not wait to give up their tops and sprinkle rainbow-colored sequins on their skin, showing off their true colors...
Jason frowned, "Is it that you, Blake, shouldn't be in such situations, or that Stone's son shouldn't be in such situations?" Jason didn't mean to sugarcoat it.
"Well, Jason, this has nothing to do with my family, it's just me..."
Jason interrupted directly, "Very good! Then we are going to have fun today! Fuck the family, the family that gave birth to you and didn't accept who you are! Tonight, we are who we are, No one needs to worry about it..." Jason suddenly stopped on his own. After the corner of his mouth twitched, his eyes began to look around Blake's body, "That underage Jackson won't be next to you." After saying that, Jason turned back. He glanced at the nightclub and said, "Well, if Jackson is here, we really won't be able to have much fun."
Blake looked helpless, "No, Jackson went back to Bishop Manor, he didn't follow me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jason pulled Blake's strength even higher, "Then what are we waiting for?!" Like an anxious girl, he jumped and pulled Blake, trying to get into the 'heaven' he wanted to go to as soon as possible.
Blake was stable. Although he was half a child who had been kicked out of the house, his long-term superior lifestyle and good exercise habits were not enough for him to be pulled out of the car by Jason, who had been living on his own since childhood. Blake looked helpless, "I can't just go in and out of situations like this because I'm the mayor's secretary. I can't let my personal preferences turn into a scandal for the mayor."
Jason stopped jumping and let go of Blake's hand. But it wasn't because he stopped pulling Breck to have a good time, but, "Scandal?" was angry, "You are... no, us." Jason opened his arms to accommodate all the people around the nightclub. 'True Colors' crowd, "Are we a scandal?"
Blake let out a long sigh, "Jason, you know that's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?" Jason, staring at Blake, "I thought you were different from Wes, but it turns out you are the same. Deep down, you all hate yourselves, hate us, and think we are ugly, shameful things. !”
"Jason..."
"Don't!" Jason put his palm in front of Blake, "You know, you are worse than Wes! At least Wes is the same on the outside, and it is clear from the beginning to the end that he is a closet!" Oh, it turns out that being a closet is a compliment. "And you?" Jason 'probably' didn't realize how dramatic his actions were - while shaking his palm in front of Blake's face, he staggered back, looking aggrieved. Hey, it was probably caused by an environment where he showed his true colors, "You are worse! You are just used to everything being good, and the young master who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth can't stand the 'ugliness' in himself that others can't look directly at!"
Jason retreated further and further away, "I understand now, your 'little project' is not meant to do anything for our group." Jason could no longer look directly at Blake and covered his face, "You Just to make yourself feel better!"
"Uh, Jason, can you stop being so dramatic?" Blake... Blake got out of the car on his own without Jason pulling him. There was no other way. We had to pull back this guy with overly associative abilities before Jason, who just retreated aggrievedly, ran into a trash can stuffed with who-knows-what stuff. "Be reasonable..."
"I don't!" Jason tilted his head spiritually and stretched out his hand - the outstretched hand once again put the palm full of restraint in front of Blake's face, who was leaning over. He tilted his head while continuing to refuse to look at Blake. He instantly confirmed that he could continue to have a clear path to retreat, "I've already been kicked out of bed by a man I couldn't beat. I don't want to experience this kind of thing again!"
Blake stood there, "Are you serious?" Blake was a little aware of Jason's little trick, and he was also a little... impatient.
"I'm serious!" Jason suddenly looked at Blake seriously.
Blake frowned, losing his impatience and the atmosphere changed. Blake said seriously, "You know there's no way I would do that to you." He suddenly said softly, "We don't have that chance either." There's no need to explain this. Jason explained it to Zach. If you don't remember it, don't think about it.
Jason was surprisingly serious, "Yes, it's not exactly the same as Wes kicking me out of bed, but the essence is the same. Think about it, Blake, you think it's a scandal for you to be in such a place. Then do you think your non-heterosexuality Roommate, I am a person who goes to such places, so it is not a scandal to you. Then, where are you going to kick me? "
"Jason..."
This time Jason did not interrupt Blake, but continued to dramatically tilt his head as if he was all ears. However, no words came out of Blake's mouth except calling his name.
"I think so too." Jason agreed with Blake's speechless silence.
Jason turned around, "I don't want to be an obstacle to your political future." This time it was not dramatic, it was very real and slowly walked away from Blake, "But today is the weekend, let me enjoy tonight, and I will take care of myself tomorrow. items leaving your residence."
"Jason..."
This time it was an interruption, "Don't." Jason looked back at Blake... It was really not being dramatic, Jason gave Blake a smile, "I'm used to it, I've lived without a fixed place until now, I'm always looking for a place where I can stay for a while, and don't worry, I find it every time."
Jason gave this smile to Blake completely, then quickened his pace, merged into the rainbow-colored sequins, and disappeared.
I really can't describe how Jason will enjoy this weekend night, so I can only let everyone continue to keep their eyes on Blake outside the nightclub.
Blake didn't stay outside the car for long. As he said, he couldn't be recognized, right.
I kicked the trash can irritably and sat back in the car. I started the car when I noticed that the rainbow-colored sequins were trying to get closer, and left this place.
Blake didn't drive far and stopped after turning an intersection. A feeling of wanting to destroy something is telling Blake that he is not suitable to continue driving, something will happen and a scandal will occur.
Blake began to take deep breaths.
Taking a deep breath, as one of the methods in this story, is often used by humans to regulate emotions. Haha, we understand the effect.
Blake started honking his horn wildly.
"If you keep making such nonsense, I'm calling the police!!" An angry roar came from a building on the roadside as a window was violently pushed open.
Blake quickly removed the car key, and all movement in the car disappeared.
Blake heard the window close again.
"Huh-" He took a long breath. Blake was forced to take another deep breath, waited quietly for a while, and inserted the car key again. Blake was ready to leave this place completely.
As soon as the car lights were turned on, the lights illuminated a group of passers-by on the road who were walking in this direction.
Blake habitually flashed his headlights and asked the crowd walking on the horse path to retreat to the sidewalk.
"Flash your mother!"
Before Blake could react, a wine bottle hit the front window of the car.
Broken glass and liquid spread on the car window, and Blake instinctively just pulled the wiper lever.
The harsh scratching sound of the glass penetrated into the car, and Blake reacted from his daze.
To be honest, now is really not a good time to mess with a young master who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Especially when the other person is the one causing trouble. Blake opened the door directly.
"Hey! How dare you get out of the car!"
Under the illumination of the car lights, Blake saw clearly that there were at least twenty people on the other side. And in addition to the wine bottles that clearly showed their mental state at this time, each of them was carrying weapons-bats, pry bars and the like.
Blake's feet retracted as soon as they hit the ground. The young master has the ability to assess the situation. Usually, he is much higher than the average person. He is a young master from a political family, right
"Ha! He's scared!!"
The rowdy crowd continued to approach Blake's car.
Blake controlled the car and started to move, but it seemed like he couldn't get away before the group of people surrounded him—unless Blake had to run over them.
Yes, this group of people armed with alcohol and weapons arrogantly blocked the direction of Blake's car. Several of them had already pressed their faces against the car's (side) windows, staring at Blake in the car with indescribable disgust and hostility.
"Hmph, you don't look like those bitches."
"Look at the back seat. This guy is well-dressed. I'm afraid he's not the kind of person who doesn't dare to stay in that kind of place for a long time and takes a bitch out to find a place*."
"empty."
"Heh, the car is pretty good... Wait a minute, why do I think I've seen this person somewhere?"
Blake lowered his head, "You guys stay away from me! I don't want to cause trouble!"
"what did he say?"
"How do I know! Haha!" He began to hit Blake's car roof with the stick in his hand, "ask him to open the window and say it again~"
Amidst the banging and banging sounds, the window that had been opened just now opened again.
"It's still noisy! I really want to report..." The people in the building seemed to have made eye contact with the twenty or so guys holding weapons downstairs. They suppressed their words and quickly closed the windows, and there was no more sound.
Blake was about to curse in his mind, but among the people surrounding the car there were some slightly more sober guys, "Forget it, our target is not this guy, don't cause too much trouble, save your energy and kill those bitches." !”
"Hmph, that makes sense!"
Blake breathed a sigh of relief, stabilized the steering wheel, and moved his car again only after everyone around the car had left the range of the car.
The speed of the car began to increase steadily, and the group of people in the rearview mirror gradually left the scope of the car's taillights, turned around the intersection, and disappeared...
Blake hit the brakes.
Something is wrong.
'They said I didn't look like those... bitches... They said they wanted to look at my back seat to see if I was the kind of person who would take... bitches out... '
Just because Blake didn't wear sequins on her body and she dressed well.
Blake turned the steering wheel hard and turned the car around. "Jason, Jason, Jason, Jason..." he muttered.
Halfway through the car that had just turned and accelerated again, the words in Blake's mouth slowly disappeared.
What can Blake do? ? Driving back on the same road, after turning around the intersection, should I just run over those twenty or so people? ?
The car stopped at the place where it had been blocked, and Blake started honking the horn hard. "Bah-ba-ba-ba-" wasn't enough. The guy upstairs didn't open the window, so Blake opened the car window and started honking hard to avoid hitting the roof of his car. , meanwhile, keep the horn on.
'Bang-bang...'
Finally, the window upstairs opened a crack, and a cautious unfamiliar face met Blake's eyes through the crack in the window.
"Call the police!" Blake shouted, "Hurry up and call the police!"
"I don't want to cause trouble," came the reply from the upstairs window.
"*!" Blake couldn't control it. "The trouble isn't downstairs at your house! It's in the nightclub over there!"
"Then it's none of my business." He replied calmly.
Blake was stunned for a moment, then rushed out of the car, rushed directly to the door of the building, rang the doorbell and smashed the door.
"What are you doing!!" The guy upstairs opened the window completely.
"If you don't call the police, I will!"
"Then I wish you good luck. The landlady downstairs is deaf and can't hear anything."
Blake stopped banging on the door and retreated to the sidewalk and began to look around.
The guy upstairs was actually leaning against the window. Was he being cautious just now? He looked at Blake as if he were watching a play, "Are you looking for a public phone? The nearest one is three streets away. Haha, why do you think that nightclub is opened here? Nightclubs for people like that, huh, the more remote the better, they don't want to be People discovered…”
"I commandeer your phone number in the name of the secretary to the mayor of Barton!"
The guy upstairs was stunned for a while, "I don't believe you. Even if you are true, you don't have this right. Don't lie to me. I went to school."
"My name is Blake Stone. I am Mayor Ann Anthony's secretary, and I am also the only son of the Stone family!" Blake had already raised his ID above his head and pointed it at it, "You'd better not Offend me!"
It is impossible for the people upstairs to see the ID clearly, but... In this case, is it really necessary to see it clearly
"Just wait, I'll come down and open the door right away..." (To be continued)