Strongest Soldier King

The town of Mogan under the night sky gradually quieted down, pedestrians on the roads became fewer and fewer, and many shops had already closed their doors, while restaurants began to shut down. However, the town's largest and most high-end nightclub was still brightly lit, with an increasing flow of people. Luo Zheng hid in a dark corner of the street, coldly observing the entrance of the nightclub, his icy gaze in the night steadfast and calm, like a ghost lying in wait.

Security at the entrance of the nightclub had doubled, and the number of arriving vehicles had also increased twofold, parked haphazardly around, even on the roadside. People of all sorts descended from the cars, but they all appeared to be dressed like locals. The security staff were very serious; everyone was checked, and sneaking in seemed not an easy feat.

After observing for a while from a distance too far to see clearly the method of inspection, and with getting any closer likely to give himself away, Luo Zheng was suddenly struck by an idea. He left via the dim alley and headed to the spot where he had interrogated the beggar earlier. He stripped the beggar of all his clothes and put them on himself, inadvertently finding that the other was wearing a wig, which he immediately took to wear. With long and filthy strands of hair hanging loose, it not only obscured his face to a certain extent but also served as an excellent disguise.

Once he had changed, Luo Zheng took all the important items from his backpack and carried them on his person, leaving only a set of clothes in the bag. He then hid the bag in nearby bushes. After examining himself from head to toe and seeing no major issues, he wet his hands, smeared some dirt on his face, picked up the beggar's begging prop—a broken bowl—and headed towards the town.

A few minutes later, Luo Zheng arrived back in the town and sat in the spot where the beggar had been. This method of impersonation worked well; he was now closer to the nightclub's main entrance, and the security only glanced at him without coming to drive him away, probably mistaking Luo Zheng for the beggar who had returned.

Luo Zheng kept his head slightly lowered, using the wig to cover half of his face, and observed the nightclub's main entrance with his peripheral vision. He noticed that each person entering had a card, something hard, made out of either metal or some other material. The security checked cards, not faces, and an idea formed in Luo Zheng's mind.

This nightclub was the most upscale venue in town. Since the kidnappers had arranged to meet in this town, judging from the conversation with the taxi driver, they were likely backed by the town's armed forces. Tomorrow was the deadline, leaving not much time for Luo Zheng. If there was no progress tonight, tomorrow would be very passive for him. If he could infiltrate the nightclub, perhaps he could find someone with information. Regardless, Luo Zheng was ready to take a gamble.

Opportunity came from waiting. Luo Zheng keenly spotted a luxury car approaching, driven by a young man with one male and two females sitting inside—clearly out for a good time. These people appeared to be wealthy youths, with influential families. After stopping at the entrance, the young man continued driving to find a parking spot once the others had disembarked.

Soon, the young man noticed a vacant spot near Luo Zheng. Although it wasn't normally allowed for parking as it could block traffic, the young man didn't care at all. Slamming the accelerator, the car roared over and executed a perfect parking maneuver, steadying itself on the side of the road. The driver then turned off the engine and prepared to step out.

Seeing his chance and noting that no one was watching him, Luo Zheng quickly approached, extending the bowl and mumbling incomprehensibly in a typical beggar's manner. The young man, seated at the wheel, kicked out in disgust. Luo Zheng's eyes turned icy, and with a swift chop of his hand, he struck first. The edge of his hand accurately hit the young man's neck before the kick could land, leaving him limp like a deflated ball, passed out.

Luo Zheng quickly searched the man and took a wallet from the inside pocket of his suit, which contained bank cards and a large stack of cash mixed with an entry card. The information on the card showed that it was indeed an entry card for the nightclub. Luo Zheng pocketed the wallet and quickly left.

After slipping into the alley, Luo Zheng hid in a dim corner, hastily removed his disguise, revealing casual sportswear underneath. He put on his hat, donned sunglasses, and swaggered towards the nightclub. The bouncer came over to check and spoke an incomprehensible local dialect. Luo Zheng indifferently pulled out his entry card. The bouncer glanced at it and gave Luo Zheng a once-over. With his dark complexion, large sunglasses, and a hat, his real face was hard to recognize, so the bouncer impatiently waved him through. The nightclub operated a membership system; those with cards were not to be trifled with, and the bouncers didn't dare offend them.

Entering the nightclub, the deafening heavy metal music made one's heart seize, unbearable for the unaccustomed. Luo Zheng surveyed the scene from the entrance. There was a circular stage ahead with someone stripping, while the audience below was boiling with excitement, howling chaotically, occasionally stuffing tips into the barely-there underwear of the dancers. More customers were drinking and chatting casually; the private rooms beyond were not visible.

By this time, Luo Zheng had acclimated to the heavy metal music and strode deeper inside. The place was so crowded that no waiter came over to greet him. In the main hall, you'd find your own place to sit before the waiter would come over to serve. Luo Zheng was not very familiar with the rules of the game here, but seeing that no one came to inquire, he was happy to be left alone.

After walking a short distance inside, Luo Zheng noticed a staircase leading up to the second floor, which was not as noisy. He paused, then headed up. Waiters passed by, nodding politely and greeting him with impeccable manners. On the second floor, Luo Zheng saw a large hall filled with gambling equipment, with customers focused on wagering. No one paid attention to Luo Zheng, who had just arrived. Private rooms with closed doors lined the side, with waiters standing at the entrances.

Someone approached, speaking an unintelligible language. Without betraying any emotion, Luo Zheng gestured towards the service desk. The waiter nodded politely and gestured for Luo Zheng to follow. At the service desk, Luo Zheng took out the stolen wallet, pulled out a stack of cash, and threw it on the counter. The waiter didn't ask any questions, just counted the money and handed Luo Zheng some chips.

With the chips in hand, Luo Zheng wandered around the hall and quickly noticed that there were foreigners gambling, looking like businessmen or tourists. Luo Zheng casually finished touring the hall and saw a waiter run towards the restroom. He followed and, finding the restroom empty, quickly locked the door. His icy gaze fixed on the waiter, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, and he asked in an internationally common language, "Where is your boss?"

"I─ I─" the other man stammered in panic, "I don't know."

Since foreigners patronized the place, it was natural for the waiters to know some internationally common language to communicate, which made things easier. Luo Zheng sneered and pulled out his SIG P220, asking, "How about now?"

"In the Supreme V001 room, I'll take you there," the waiter quickly replied, his complexion changing drastically. In such a place rife with shady characters, one or two deaths were commonplace. People working there had this common sense and didn't doubt for a second that Luo Zheng would kill; dying here meant dying in vain.