The luxurious fifth-floor lounge of the Cockroach Club.
Zhang Han lifted his eyelids, then raised one hand slightly. It was a signal.
The next second, an invisible force slammed the lounge's heavy mahogany double doors shut.
The five or six club members who had been drinking and chatting on the sofas rose to their feet in unison.
A thick stench of rotting corpses and a bone-chilling paranormal aura instantly filled the room.
Zhang Han stood up, a cruel sneer curling his lips.
"You want to destroy the Cockroach Club? You're ordinary people who aren't even Ghost Handlers. Where did you get the nerve?"
Yan Li's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank.
We've been exposed!
The Ghost Blood inside him sensed the powerful paranormal threats surrounding him and began churning wildly. Layers of scarlet blood beads seeped through his skin.
Hu Liena, Yu Tianheng, and Yan went pale and instinctively tried to retreat.
But to their despair, two deathly pale Ghost Handlers had already blocked their way out.
They had us surrounded!
Cold sweat broke out on all three of their foreheads.
They had witnessed the horrors of the supernatural firsthand. If they fought these Ghost Handlers head-on here, their Soul Master abilities would only earn them utterly gruesome deaths!
Zhang Han ignored the three of them and turned his gaze toward Yan Li, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Well, Brother Yan, I'd been wondering why your strength had suddenly skyrocketed lately. To think you were working with them all along."
Zhang Han pressed closer. "Tell me. What faction do you belong to? Why are you targeting our Cockroach Club?"
Yan Li gritted his teeth without answering. Ghost Blood was already gathering in his palm.
Just then, a gloomy-looking man stepped forward impatiently.
Wang Yue held a yellowed,