Crazy People

It was broad daylight, or rather, morning.

When Yang Jian entered the closed bar, he was immediately made scalp tingle by the deafening music emanating from inside.

He frowned deeply, glancing around briefly. The crowd consisted of excited young men and women, who seemed tireless, releasing their excess energy to the music.

"I thought this place would be deserted after it closed down, but there are far more people than I expected. Are they deliberately hiding something?" Yang Jian thought to himself.

"But where is Zhang Jian now?"

He weaved through the crowd, searching for his target, while no one around him noticed that someone was passing by in an almost illogical manner.

Now.

Inside a luxurious private room.

A man around thirty years old, with a pale and puffy face, was smoking and playing cards with a group of young men and women.

We were playing the simplest version of Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).

"Haha, you dare to play a straight? I'll drink you all to death this round!" Zhang Jian laughed and put down a few cards, "Hey, do you have a bomb? If not, I'm passing."

"I can't afford it."

"Damn it, why did you have to play a straight?"

The two men playing cards with Zhang Jian were in their early twenties, and several female companions sat beside them, all there to keep Zhang Jian company while he drank and played cards.

"Three of a kind with a single card, want it or not?" Zhang Jian continued playing cards.

"Pass"

Soon, the last card landed on the table, and Zhang Jian won the hand. He chuckled and kicked the bag beside him. "Looks like you guys are much less lucky than those two from yesterday. I'll give you ten thousand for every card you win against me. The money's right here; you'll have to earn it if you want it. But if you lose a card, you have to drink a drink. You all know the rules, right? Calculate how many cards you have left. I'm not going to waste any more words."

"Pour the wine."

With a wave of his hand, his two female companions immediately brought out wine glasses and placed them on the table.

The two young men's hearts sank when they saw the table full of wine, but in the end, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and go for it.

A short while later.

The two people, one in front and one behind, couldn't hold on any longer and immediately covered their mouths and rushed out of the private room.

"Haha, it's already over? We've only played one game." Zhang Jian clapped his hands with a laugh, finding it quite amusing.

"Who can go and call two more people in for me? I'm in a good mood this time, and I doubled my winnings, otherwise I probably wouldn't be able to give away all this money today."

After saying that, he casually grabbed a large wad of money from a bag next to him and put it on the table.

"I'll go, I'll go!"

Several of his female companions stared wide-eyed and immediately pounced on him; they had been sitting there playing cards with Mr. Zhang, waiting for this moment.

Those who were quick grabbed tens of thousands, while those who were slow only managed to grab a few thousand or a few hundred; the scene was chaotic.

Zhang Jian grinned, smoking as he watched the scene unfold without any intention of stopping it. He enjoyed this kind of spectacle; a few tens of thousands of yuan could make these so-called beauties fight over him like wild dogs, and a few rounds of cards could make those young people drink themselves into oblivion.

"Am I the madman, or are they the madmen? I think we're all madmen, it's just that some people know how to pretend, and some don't."

He thought to himself with a touch of smug satisfaction.

After a while...

Soon, two more fearless young men were invited into the private room, looking eager to make a fortune.

Zhang Jian put down his cigarette and said, "Since you all know the rules, I won't waste any more words. Shuffle the cards. I'm a person who values fairness the most, so don't accuse me of cheating if you lose."

But when the game was halfway through...

"Friend, you can't come in here right now," came the voice of the security guard from outside the door.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a young man with a cold expression walked in with a very assertive demeanor.

"Who is it? You scared me!" A woman jumped up instinctively in fright.

"Don't move!" The two security guards rushed in immediately, grabbed the young man who had barged in, and prepared to pin him to the ground and subdue him.

But then the two men sensed something was wrong. This young man, who didn't look particularly strong, was surprisingly heavy, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't push him to the ground.

"Zhang Jian?" Yang Jian's gaze was cold and devoid of any emotion as he focused on Zhang Jian, who was sitting in the middle of the sofa.

Zhang Jian was visibly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected it. The slightly arrogant smile on his face gradually faded, and he put down the playing cards in his hand. Clearly, he recognized the identity of the person who had suddenly barged in.

"Is this your bodyguard?" Yang Jian confirmed Zhang Jian's identity before glancing at the two men to his left and right.

Zhang Jian flicked his cigarette ash and laughed again, "No, don't misunderstand, I don't know them. If you're in a bad mood, I have no objection to making them disappear right now."

"Mr. Zhang, we're so sorry, it was our mistake. We didn't expect this kid to force his way in. I'll take him away from here." The two security guards hurriedly apologized.

"Look at these two idiots, they have no sense at all. No wonder they can only be security guards their whole lives. They even dare to say they're my people? This is indeed my fault. I didn't expect someone as important as you to come to my lousy place."

Zhang Jian up, then walked over to the two security guards and kicked one of them.

The force seemed terrifyingly strong; two adult men were kicked out of the private room, lying on the ground coughing up blood and howling in pain.

Everyone else was stunned by what they saw.

Is this even human? How can he be so strong?

"I'm here to see you." Yang Jian didn't turn his head, ignoring the two security guards, and instead stared at Zhang Jian.

"Looking for me?"

Zhang Jian walked over to the sofa and sat down, putting his arm around one of the female companions and laughing, "Although I admire you, I don't recall we have any connection. Of course, if you're here for fun, you're welcome anytime, and I'll pay for everything. If you need a female companion, I can introduce you to a young and beautiful one—no, one might not be enough, how about five? Any more and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

"Mr. Zhang, who is this handsome guy? Is he a friend of yours? I've never seen him before," a beautiful woman in a sundress boldly asked.

After all, in their eyes, this person was at least on par with President Zhang, a wealthy man, but much younger than President Zhang. Perhaps they would have a chance to get to know him in the future.

"You don't know him? Haha."

Zhang Jian immediately laughed, "Yang Jian, did you hear that? They don't recognize you. They don't even recognize the famous Ghost Eye Yang Jian. Don't call yourself a gangster anymore. He's the only person in the country who has solved an S-class case. If he were abroad, he'd be received by the president."

"A meeting with the president? That can't be an exaggeration, can it?" The woman in the sundress asked, somewhat doubtfully.

Zhang Jian took a deep drag on his cigarette. "Yang Jian, you see? No matter how scary or powerful you are, you're ultimately no match for us. People like us are so lowly that even security guards dare to stop us. If they knew our capabilities, they'd only deserve to kneel on the ground and beg for help. So this world has gone mad."

"How about considering joining us and seeing what it feels like to trample people underfoot? After all, we're all getting old, and some people won't even look at us if we don't cause some trouble."

His expression was somewhat manic, like a madman trapped in his own world.

"It seems your mental state is not very stable, which is good." Yang Jian remained unmoved, his gaze still calm.

"You think I'm crazy? No, I'm not crazy. I'm more clear-headed than anyone else. They're the ones who's crazy."

Zhang Jian's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression. He grabbed the neck of a female companion next to him with unusually great force; the sound of bones breaking could be faintly heard, as if he were about to snap her neck.

The others were immediately startled upon seeing this.

"Tell me, do you love me?" Zhang Jian asked earnestly, touching his female companion's suffocating face.

"Love, love," the woman nodded repeatedly, almost bursting into tears from fright.

Zhang Jian smiled with satisfaction and released his grip, "Very good, I'm very satisfied with your answer. You can have this."

After saying that, he kicked a bag of money that was at his feet to his female companion.

The other beautiful women who were playing cards with him were stunned by what they saw.

That's a really fast turnaround! How much money would that cost? A million? Or two million?

Zhang Jian then asked, "Do you love me?"

Love, love

The others went crazy, shouting and scrambling to be the first to respond, afraid of falling behind. Even the two young men who had been playing cards with them earlier were now going all out.

What if a man could do it too?

"Haha." Zhang Jian, with his arms around these beautiful women, laughed wildly.

All of this was observed by Yang Jian, causing him to frown slightly with discomfort. He didn't say anything, but calmly asked, "Is your performance finished? Although it wasn't very good, it was still quite entertaining."

"Um?"

Zhang Jian was initially puzzled, then his smile froze, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside him.

He realized that everything around him was slowly disappearing.

First, the walls of the private room began to crumble, then the people around them disappeared, and the furniture in the room collapsed. The lights overhead had somehow turned a blood-red color.

All the noise disappeared, and all other light sources disappeared.

This is a world bathed in red light.

"Ghost Domain?"

Zhang Jian suddenly stood up, staring intently at Yang Jian: "You're here to kill me?"

Ghost Tamer cannot use the power of demons without a reason; once they do, it means there is something they absolutely must do.

There was no one else around, so Yang Jian's purpose should be very clear; anyone with a brain could figure it out.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to kill you. I'm just passing by the Ping An Building and decided to bury you to avoid causing me any trouble. I might be quite busy today, so I won't say goodbye," Yang Jian said casually.