The Master Once Said

The bar reeked of blood, not the kind you could smell, but Russell's Sixth Sense told him that many people had died there.

Blue light flashed in his eyes, the scenery changed drastically, and a blood-red mist swirled around the bar, with a chilling coldness that lingered.

Russell closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was back to normal. He straightened his tightly buttoned collar and quickly caught up with Jacob's family.

"Hey, handsome guys, all the girls at the bar are half price tonight! Fair prices, what are you waiting for? They'll be snatched up if you wait too long."

"Whether they're white, black, or Latina, passionate or aloof, we have them all here, each one a top-tier find!"

From a distance in the parking lot, you can see the burly waiter standing at the bar entrance soliciting customers. Despite his unattractive appearance, he is quite eloquent, speaking rapidly and boastfully, which piques the interest of truck drivers and motorcyclists.

"Hehe, look at these guests..."

The waiter glanced at the Jacob family and chuckled lewdly. When he saw the Seth brothers, his expression immediately turned cold. "Guys, this place is only for truck drivers who reek of engine oil. This is not a place for you."

At this point, the waiter noticed Russell dressed as a priest and the bright Cross on his chest, and his pupils immediately contracted.

Bang!

Seth, taking advantage of the waiter's unpreparedness, punched him to the ground, rubbed his hands together, pushed open the bar door, and said generously, "Gentlemen, we'll be parting ways tomorrow. I've had a great time with you all. Tonight it's on me, so enjoy yourselves!"

Jacob put his arm around his children's shoulders and walked silently into the chaotic bar, praying that nothing unexpected would happen tonight.

Richard stepped onto the bar steps, then suddenly turned around and started punching and kicking the waiter who was getting up, laughing maniacally with a hysterical grin.

Russell looked down at the waiter on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips, and stepped over him.

Inside the bar, a band played energetic rock music, and the air was thick with the smell of tobacco mixed with alcohol. The hall was filled with burly men with bloodshot eyes, and shouting and fighting were commonplace.

It was a bit chaotic, but the receptionist at the entrance was right about one thing: there were a lot of girls here.

The bar's walls and ceiling are made of large bricks and stones. Although the floor is covered with wooden flooring, it feels hollow underfoot, indicating that there is also a layer of floor tiles underneath.

The naked dancers, standing on the dining tables or on the second-floor observation deck, swayed their alluring figures to the music.

The Seth brothers, both tough guys, fell in love with the bar as soon as they saw its strong gangster vibe and walked towards the bar with smiles.

Jacob shook his head inwardly, watching the dancers sway in the dance floor without blinking, inwardly criticizing them. However, seeing his chubby son's smile gradually spreading, he immediately snorted and covered his eyes.

Although Russell, also a priest, stared wide-eyed without blinking, his awareness was far superior to Jacob's. His eyes were clear; he did not see the blatant yellow, but only the moral decay and the distortion of humanity.

Watching the naked dancers trembling on stage, forcing smiles as they danced to the music, Russell said with compassion, "They can't even afford clothes, yet they still insist on working the night shift. This place truly needs the light of God. It seems only I can save them."

Ahead, Jacob stumbled, his prayers shifting from "May this night pass peacefully" to "May Russell go to hell."

At the bar, the Seth brothers got into trouble again. Just like the waiter at the door, the bartender refused to serve them and told them to get out.

The bartender had a fierce face and a thuggish air about him, with a curved knife at his waist, making him look like someone you didn't want to mess with.

Seth was angered by the bartender's tough tone, and the two got into an argument. Just as a fight was about to break out, the good-natured Jacob stepped in between them.

"Guys, no need to get worked up, it's just a misunderstanding!" Jacob lit up his Level 2 Driver's License and handed it to the bartender. "You said this place only serves motorcyclists and truck drivers, I'm a truck driver, my RV is parked outside, and they're my friends..."

The bartender chuckled coldly, returned the Driver's License to Jacob, and looked at the Seth brothers as if they Deadman: "Welcome, have fun."

Just when everything seemed calm, Russell's appearance caused the bartender's expression to change drastically. He said with a grim face, "We don't serve clergy here. You... leave immediately!"

"Brother, while it's true that doing business requires mutual consent, it's not fair to target me specifically..."

As Russell spoke, he leaned against the bar, his hand silently reaching out from beneath his robe.

"Ahhh—"

The dancer next to Russell screamed and turned around abruptly, about to reprimand him, but was amused by Franklin, who was being held between Russell's fingers. She picked up the dollar, gave him a flirtatious wink, and acted as if nothing had happened.

The bartender stared at Russell with a dark expression. "Are you really a priest?"

Russell shook his priest's black robe and pointed to the Cross: "From head to toe, no matter how you look at it, I am a genuine priest."

The bartender silently stepped back, keeping a certain distance from the Cross, and waved his hand, ignoring Russell completely.

Seth ordered two bottles of whiskey, walked to a table, placed the pistol from his waist on the table, and instantly made room for several people.

"Russell, even if you're a fake priest, please respect your robes. You've just tarnished the image of the clergy," Jacob said angrily.

"What does it matter? As Confucius once said, no, as the Lord once said, one must either have power or pleasure, and one cannot have both... so I chose the latter."

"..."

Jacob didn't say anything, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp, clearly very angry.

"Okay, actually I'm saving that girl. Look how poor she is, she can't even afford clothes... Jacob, where are you going?"

Jacob quietly moved to a spot further away from Russell, and the chubby Scott sat next to Russell, saying with an admiring look, "Russell, can I borrow a Franklin?"

"Why?"

"I also feel sorry for them because they have no clothes to wear!"

"Young man, your acting is too fake. I don't see any pity in your eyes."

Even so, Russell gently hooked his arm around Scott's shoulder. "You brat, since you're of Chinese descent, tell me secretly who that poor girl in your eyes is."

Scott smiled shyly and pointed to the side. Russell looked over and immediately pursed his lips.

"What's wrong? Isn't she cute?"

"Cuteness is worthless in the face of **!"