Killing City

When the blue-haired youth finally raised his head, he saw the middle-aged man calmly pointing at those who had mocked him. "Kill them."

The blue-haired youth looked at him in confusion and did not act immediately.

So the middle-aged man said, "This is the first lesson you need to learn next. Kill them."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, those who had been laughing recklessly at the blue-haired youth fell silent as well.

The blue-haired youth then looked at them, suppressed the nausea in his heart, and walked toward them step by step.

As they watched the blue-haired youth approach, their expressions turned fierce one by one.

One of them snarled, "I'll kill you first!"

Then he charged at the youth in great strides.

There were twenty-three customers in the tavern altogether, aside from the middle-aged man, the blue-haired youth, and the waiter.

Yet in less than half a minute, all twenty-three customers had died beneath the crystalline vines that shot out from the blue-haired youth's palms.

But none of the remaining three showed any change in expression.

Afterward, the waiter took the initiative to push aside the bar counter, revealing a passage leading underground.

The youth turned back to look at the middle-aged man, who was still sitting where he had been, then jumped in without hesitation.

The waiter moved the counter back into place, concealing the entrance.

Time passed. Even after more than twenty customers had entered the tavern again, the middle-aged man still had not left.

He merely ordered a drink and sipped it slowly.

Who knew how long had passed? Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone say, "A glass of Bloody Mary."

He found the voice somewhat familiar, but he merely continued taking small sips of his drink and paid it no mind.