(First update)
"Handsome, would you like a glass of Bloody Mary?"
Hearing this, Yang Ming raised his eyelids and looked at the waitress in front of him.
A tight-fitting black outfit could hardly contain her voluptuous figure, the clothing at her chest nearly bursting open. She sprayed cheap perfume on herself, and a pungent odor hit him directly. A pair of world-weary and beautiful eyes held a mix of teasing and mockery, seemingly because Yang Ming's overly youthful appearance had piqued certain "interests" in this waitress.
Along with the waitress's words, the patrons in the tavern, who had been drinking and boasting on their own, also shifted their gazes, casting glares mixed with malice. If he were a fledgling newcomer, he would probably be sitting on pins and needles by now.
Bloody Mary, also known as Yellow Springs Dew, was liquor made from human blood.
Aside from that, whether one could drink a Bloody Mary was also a test of whether an outsider had the qualifications to head to Slaughter City.
Naturally, Yang Ming did not have heavy tastes, nor did he want to try this thing.
Ignoring the scrutinizing gazes of the waitress and the patrons, Yang Ming said indifferently:
"Aunt, pour me a cup of cappuccino."
A man's money and a woman's age were both taboos to be avoided.
When Yang Ming called the waitress in front of him aunt in public, if it were in any other city outside, it would at most make the other party unhappy and have no real impact.
But it was different here!
This was a paradise for criminals, a gathering place for evildoers. Not a single person who came to Slaughter City was innocent; every one of them had the blood of at least several people on their hands.
The waitress's