The other patrons in the tavern were not frightened by this at all. Instead, they rushed at Meng Chen in a frenzy.
"Kill him! He insulted Slaughter City! Kill him, and we'll be able to enter Slaughter City!"
Ye Xishui did not even need to act. Meng Chen's Thunder Hell Vine suddenly burst forth, piercing through their bodies like tough steel rods and electrocuting them all into roasted meat.
After finishing this, Meng Chen looked at the waiter behind the bar. "Open the passage. Let me enter Slaughter City."
Faced with Meng Chen, who had slaughtered every patron in the tavern, the waiter was surprisingly unafraid. He said coldly, "You can't even handle a cup of Bloody Mary. What right do you have—"
He did not finish his sentence, because a Thunder Hell Vine crackling with electric arcs pierced straight through his throat, turning him into roasted meat as well.
Meng Chen felt that he had been truly stupid. Why bother communicating with such a stubborn gatekeeper? Did he really think that no one would dare kill him just because he had Slaughter City at his back?
The remaining waiters were utterly dumbfounded.
Meng Chen slapped the bar, and the counter along with the floor instantly shattered, revealing a huge hole.
Just as described in the original work, icy winds continuously blew up from the hole, as though it led straight to the underworld.
Meng Chen turned to Ye Xishui. "Aunt Ye, I'm leaving. Help me look after Xiao Wu."
Ye Xishui nodded, then suddenly flashed forward and embraced Meng Chen.
"Come back safely."
Warmth enveloped Meng Chen. Ye Xishui's fragrance carried an unyielding spirit, like plum blossoms blooming proudly amid wind and snow.
Ye Xishui released Meng Chen. He merely nodded before jumping into the pitch-black hole.
After entering