Tang Hao raised his head and looked into Tang San's eyes.
"When the time comes, you'll see Xian Di again, too."
Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.
He opened his mouth to say something, but a voice interrupted him.
"You think killing a few people is enough to enter Slaughter City?"
The voice came from behind the bar, carrying undisguised scorn.
"He isn't qualified yet. He can't even stomach a Bloody Mary. What right does he have to enter?"
Tang San turned toward the bar.
A middle-aged man in a server's uniform stood there with his arms folded across his chest, a disdainful smile tugging at his lips.
His gaze swept over the bodies strewn across the floor, then settled on Tang San's face. He shook his head.
"Kid, Slaughter City isn't for someone like—"
Shing—
A sharp strand of Blue Silver Grass emerged from the server's chest, a crimson bead of blood hanging from its tip.
The server's words stopped abruptly.
He lowered his head and stared at the Blue Silver Grass protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He opened his mouth to speak, but only a few muffled whimpers escaped.
Tang San did not turn to look.
He merely thought the server had failed to read the situation and was rather foolish.
The Blue Silver Grass flicked gently.
The server's corpse flew through the air, slammed into the wall, and crashed heavily to the floor, joining the other bodies.
Blood gushed from his chest, staining the black wall scarlet.
The tavern fell utterly silent.
Only two servers remained, hiding behind the bar, not daring even to breathe loudly. They stared in terror at the blue-haired youth, their bodies shaking like chaff in a sieve.
Tang Hao watched Tang San, the curve of his lips deepening slightly.