Dinner Begins

Scott questioned Russell's aesthetic views, insisting that cute girls were the most beautiful, and listed in detail the various advantages of cuteness.

Russell and Scott were just chatting to pass the time, but they weren't so bored as to delve into this topic with a kid, so they cut to the chase. "Scott, go to a comic convention sometime, and you'll find that cute girls pee standing up."

Scott: "..."

Before Scott could even formulate a rebuttal, the music stopped, the lights in the hall dimmed, and the burly bartender picked up the microphone and stood in front of the stage.

"Now, please enjoy our signature performance. Let's welcome Death's lover, the representative of evil, and the hottest woman on earth to the stage for a dance!"

"Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about? The hottest woman on earth wouldn't be in this lousy bar."

"That's right, hurry up and put on some music, don't disturb us from having fun."

"..."

The hall was in an uproar; the show hadn't even started yet, and it was already being met with a collective boycott.

"Shut up, you bunch of stupid dogs! Get ready to worship this Demon Den!"

The bartender angrily berated them, then turned and sprinted away, dodging flying objects like bottles and ashtrays. Amid the laughter of the crowd, the music started again, but this time it wasn't the previous energetic rock; the melody was gentle, like the soft whispers of lovers cuddling together.

The stage curtains opened, and a Latina- Mexico beauty slowly walked out, her lips fiery red, her eyes alluring, and her voluptuous figure barely concealed by clothing.

A golden python coiled around the beautiful woman, dancing to the music, making her even more alluring and sinister, igniting a great deal of passion.

The breathing in the hall became noticeably rapid, a group of drunkards stared intently at the beautiful women, and many remained frozen in place, still holding their wine glasses.

The Grim Reaper's lover, the epitome of evil, the hottest woman on earth—this string of titles piqued Russell's curiosity. However, she seemed rather ordinary. She was indeed beautiful, but more in line with Western aesthetics.

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, channeled his Magic Power into them, then his face paled. He quickly withdrew the Magic Power, and sure enough, he felt much better.

The scene from before was still fresh in his mind. He picked up his glass to calm himself down, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scott's smile gradually spreading, "What do you think, cute?"

"Worthless!" Scott replied instinctively, his mouth agape.

Russell poured all the liquor into Scott's mouth, making him choke and his face turn red and his eyes water.

"Cough cough cough, Russell, what are you doing?"

"I'm reminding you that you must stick to your principles!"

Scott finished a bottle of ice-cold soda before he calmed down. Pointing at the beautiful woman on stage, he said speechlessly, "Stop messing around. Your type is on stage, why don't you watch her dance instead of bothering me?"

"No, she isn't!"

"No!?"

Scott blinked, looking at the stage with a puzzled expression. "Why? I don't quite understand?"

Because she's a monster!

Thinking this to himself, Russell casually replied, "You can't judge a car by its appearance alone. Some cars have had their front panels repaired, their frames reshaped, and their headlights might not be original..."

"Russell, what are you saying?"

"Some cars, though not modified, are often driven recklessly and have been involved in rear-end collisions!"

Scott didn't understand why Russell suddenly started talking about cars and said some things he couldn't understand, so he lost interest and turned his attention back to the stage.

The dancer exchanged a subtle glance with the bartender, then instructed her backup dancer to remove the golden python and move from the stage to the long table. As she danced gracefully, she stood on Russell and his group's table.

The dancer glanced past the Seth brothers, her eyes alluring, and met Russell's gaze with a languid weariness. Then, while dancing, she squatted down, took a sip of beer, and leaned closer to Russell.

Russell shook his head shyly, and the dancer didn't press him. She turned to look at the Seth brothers, seemingly hesitating about which one to choose.

Seth's face lit up with joy. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth, then a hand pressed down on him as his younger brother Richard pushed him aside.

In the lobby, everyone's attention was focused on the dancers, and no one noticed that the bar staff had sprung into action, sealing off all the entrances and exits. Meanwhile, the bartender, accompanied by several burly men, quietly moved towards Russell's location.

The dance continued as the dancer fed Richard mouth-to-mouth, then pressed her cheek against his neck.

The gentle music abruptly stopped, suddenly becoming extremely intense. The dancer's alluring gaze turned cold, and her eyes transformed into blood-yellow, Beast- like vertical pupils.

She kissed Richard's neck, then suddenly opened her mouth wide and bit down, blood splattering as her fangs pierced Richard's artery.

Everything happened extremely suddenly. Seth, who was closest to the dancer, stood there stunned until his brother Richard screamed in pain. He then snapped out of his daze and smashed the dancer away with the butt of his rifle.

Boom!!

After a brief silence, the atmosphere in the hall exploded instantly as everyone was horrified to discover that the bar staff member next to them had somehow been replaced with an ugly and disgusting monster face.

The beautiful dancers who were once adored have now become hideous Evil Spirit, who pounce on them and tear them apart.

Dinner is served!

The screams turned into screams of agony. When everyone realized that their guns could not kill the monsters, their rationality collapsed, and they were swarmed by the monsters and devoured one by one.

Blood splattered everywhere, and monsters roamed the entire hall, making it resemble a living hell!

"Richard ... Richard ..."

Seth covered Richard's neck wound, which had ruptured his carotid artery. Richard died without uttering a last word, his face filled with resentment.

Seth angrily drew his gun, and bullets rained down, riddling the murderer of his brother—the beautiful woman he had previously coveted—with bullets.

To his horror, the beautiful woman, now a monster, grabbed a burly man next to her, sucked his mouthful of blood, and instantly healed his gunshot wounds.

"Roar roar roar————"

The bartender, accompanied by a dozen or so monsters, surrounded Russell and swarmed him. Their sharp teeth, claws, and gaping maws caused Jacob and his family of three to scream incessantly.

Jacob shielded his children beneath him, closed his eyes, and began to read the Bible, hoping to drive away the evil spirits.

The next second, a thunderclap rang in Jacob's ears, and the acrid smell of burning flesh made him nauseous. He opened his eyes and found that all the monsters that had attacked him had been electrocuted into charcoal, their corpses limp and lifeless, turning into green pus and blood.

A thunderous roar silenced the frenzy in the hall, and the monsters dropped their food, staring blankly at the scene.

Russell raised his hand and drew an Electric Arc of lightning in mid-air. To the astonishment of Jacob and his family, he stood on a chair on the dining table.

The black priest's robes stood out in the hall. He reached out from his sleeves, each holding a Desert Eagle God, crossed in front of his chest.

"You are guilty!"