As he thought this over, Tang Changsheng left the dance floor and threaded through the chaotic crowd. He soon found his targets in a booth. They were several unsavory-looking characters who, even without Devil makeup, looked like trouble.
Deng Ruiming's grandson mixed with people like these... The old man must dote on his grandson too much. He probably has no idea what the boy is like in private.
Remembering how highly Deng Ruiming had spoken of his capable young grandson, Tang Changsheng could only shake his head.
What promising young man would keep company with people who looked so plainly disreputable?
But that was none of Tang Changsheng's business. He had come to take revenge at Deng Ruiming's request.
Dealing with these people was easy. It had taken Da Xiang several days, however, to track down their movements.
A Flying Ant slipped out without a sound and stung each of them once. The matter was settled with effortless ease.
Tang Changsheng turned to leave. His work here was done. Everything had gone so smoothly!
He could already picture himself getting back to Pale Blue Castle in time for a hot shower, then curling up with the sweet-smelling Ling Xiaoyu for a good sleep.
A real sleep, of course. Don't get the wrong idea!
"Hey, kid... Where do you think you're going?" Seeing Tang Changsheng make a circuit of the place and apparently prepare to leave, two broad, burly men closed in and blocked his path. "Why not stay and have some fun?"
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. "It's too noisy here. Not really my kind of place."
"If it's not your kind of place, why did you come?" one of the bodyguards said with a vicious grin. He stood well over six feet tall and was so fat he looked like