After packing the AA12 and its ammunition into a bag, Chen Wang carried it downstairs. Thud, thud, thud—Gao Yanan came down to the second floor with him.
The place was brightly lit.
Brawny, heavily muscled men; beautiful women with seductive figures and scantily clad outfits—the air was thick with hormones.
Alcohol, lights, firearms—it all carried a strong Winter flavor.
Once Chen Wang came downstairs, many people unconsciously turned their eyes toward him.
By now, Chen Wang had become something of a known figure in the Shelter. Though the authorities had not widely publicized his deeds, plenty of rumors had spread, especially about how he had floored four Tier 3 Soldiers in a bar last time with the speed of a thunderbolt, too swift to cover one's ears.
Chen Wang had now been listed as someone absolutely not to be provoked.
Chen Wang was already used to such looks. With the bag of money slung over his back, he continued downstairs, his expression calm.
Suddenly, he stopped and raised his brows as he looked to one side. Just now, he had sensed a faint killing intent. Though it had vanished in a flash, he was a Tier 3 Mind Master with powerful mental strength, and he had sharply caught that trace of aura.
He turned and swept his gaze in that direction. Men and women were mingling there, cups and chips crisscrossing, the atmosphere lively.
The most conspicuous pair was a man and a woman. The man wore a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He did not look like a Winter warrior, but rather like a successful businessman. The woman was tall, with an icy, aloof temperament and a pair of phoenix eyes that tilted slightly upward, making her seem extremely difficult to approach.
Chen Wang gave them a casual glance,