The brightly lit, magnificent hall had a spacious, elegant layout. The ceiling was adorned with starlike lights, while the floor was covered in rich, vivid carpeting.
The Nightclub hall, which had been orderly yet somewhat crowded, had transformed in the blink of an eye into a grand chamber that seemed fit only for a president-level gathering!
Such a clean, decisive transformation deeply shocked every club member present.
The members first stared blankly around them, then exchanged bewildered glances.
In the end, their eyes finally settled on Heisenberg.
They stared fixedly at Heisenberg's face, as though they wanted to commit every detail of it to memory.
Then, once they felt they had remembered it—
They hurriedly looked away, no longer daring to look Heisenberg in the eye.
It was as if they believed even watching him would be an offense against him!
After everyone lowered their heads, Heisenberg gently kneaded Emma's hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
Then Heisenberg spoke gracefully.
"Greetings, everyone.
"Clearly, you've all either seen me before or heard about me.
"A few dozen minutes ago, some madman broke into your club and knocked out your old friend, Red Devil.
"Am I right...?"
Bang!
The sudden sound of a door opening directly interrupted Heisenberg. Everyone hurriedly looked toward the entrance.
At the doorway, a large group of burly men had gathered outside. Several men at the front carried the unconscious Red Devil, staring dumbfoundedly into the hall.
A moment later...
Once they got a clear look at the hall's decor, the men carrying Red Devil at the front quickly turned around.
"Fuck, wrong place!"
"Things are bad, run!"
"Move, move, move! Who led the way? White Queen's waiting!"
"What the fuck is this? What is this? Wrong place, wrong place!"
The group immediately turned around and scattered.