Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 622 Yellow Clothes
It's hard to imagine that fighting over "toys" in a pleasure house would happen between beings like them, and if it were purely a clash between old friends, it would be far more complex than simply smashing a hole in the street and burning down a house.

The mark left by that stranger is definitely conveying some kind of message, something other than his recent internal heat. It's just that Milo hasn't figured it out yet.

"Back then, the raven went to great lengths for an ancient totem of an upside-down golden tree, but now it's so worthless that anyone can draw one with their own urine."

Milo remarked.

Times have indeed changed.

From the awakening of the deep sea of ​​Pohnpei to the arrival of the bounty order, and the ubiquitous footprints of Migo, many things once written in ancient prophecies are gradually being put on the agenda.

The yellow stains on the charred wall in front of me seemed to foreshadow something.

However, for the people in the room today, this matter has come to a temporary end.

Because it's a rare treat to come to the pleasure house.

Moreover, the managers of the pleasure house are all discerning. Two men in black law enforcement coats are already considered VIPs, not to mention Milo's face is etched in the minds of the Sherman family—a result of Ms. Castor's special treatment. There's also Miss Kent, this aristocratic law enforcement officer with a considerable reputation in the circle, plus Yan, a regular customer. If the pleasure house doesn't properly entertain these three upstairs today, the managers' good days are probably over.

To properly entertain this distinguished guest who had been eagerly awaiting their arrival, the pleasure house even brought over "Eileen," the only familiar face Milo had in the area.

The woman who had demonstrated her gun-controlling skills on their first meeting with Milo had become even sexier two years later. Her slender figure, coupled with a series of ghostly tattoo lines adorning her skin, made Enid's eyes widen in disbelief the moment she appeared.

Especially her magnetic, slightly husky voice, which captivated Enid the moment she opened her mouth.

...

Of course, we'll be warmly received, but it's definitely not a silver party, so don't get the wrong idea.

...

This can be considered as fulfilling a promise made a long time ago. Even Milo himself can't remember exactly when he said he would bring Enid to the pleasure house to broaden her horizons.

This girl started out as a bit clueless and reserved, but after a little bit of alcohol, she completely transformed into a perverted female hooligan, throwing herself into the company of beautiful women. Her various teasing and flirting actions seemed even more professional than Yan's.

In the end, Milo and Yan simply became bystanders on the sidelines, holding their wine glasses and standing on the relatively cooler windowsill, watching the performance of the female hooligan from the Kent family on the dance floor.

The scene was even more magnificent than the murals on both sides of the corridor in the pleasure house. If some of the more elegant elements in the scene were pixelated, then from Milo and Yan's perspective at this moment, only Enid would be clearly visible.

"You seem a little reserved."

Milo glanced at Yan beside him. The guy was holding a wine glass in one hand and had the other hand in his pocket. His expression was very calm, and he seemed to have no intention of joining the chaotic scene.

"I'm rather shy, and we're not close enough to be drifting together yet," Yan said seriously.

She's rather shy around strangers.

It's hard to imagine that these are the words of someone who walked naked from the street to the top floor of a building just half an hour ago.

Milo pointed to the beautiful bodies on the dance floor: "There are so many people here, except for her..."

“The others are all acquaintances,” Yan continued, echoing Milo’s words.

“Okay.” Milo nodded.

...

After "appreciating" each other for a short while, the conversation between the two gradually returned to normal.

Moreover, it was Yan Qi's head, which is extremely rare.

"That guy, actually, looks kind of familiar to me."

"Which one?"

"The one who kicked me off the building."

"Oh...how so? He's someone you know?"

"..."

...

Perhaps this has already created some kind of order invisibly. Yan is the one who benefits most of the time, and he can even turn the tables on that ancient master of deception. However, he is repeatedly thwarted by Milo.

"I'm not kidding you. You know I've recently incurred another wave of hatred from the vampires. To be honest, I'm confident I could take down even the original form of that fractal man from last time. But upstairs just now, that wasn't a sneak attack; I simply didn't have time to react."

Yan even leaned closer and pried open Milo's eyelids to show him the bloodshot eyes, proving that he hadn't become sluggish due to ingesting anything strange. His tone also revealed an unprecedented seriousness and earnestness:
"That thing gives me a sense of oppression that is far stronger than any creature we have ever faced before. I'm not exaggerating, but if such a thing appears in Nanwei City and neither of us notices it beforehand, I think we'll have to be careful from now on."

“I mean, you definitely wouldn’t want to see something like what happened to Emma happen again, right? Similarly, I don’t want anything like that to happen to my family.”

...

It's hard to imagine that such serious and calm words came from the mouth of someone who walked naked from the street to the top floor of a building just half an hour ago.

Milo stopped joking this time. He nodded and then said:

"Let's jump back to the question you raised in the first part. You said the person who left the yellow mark looked familiar, what were you referring to?"

"Hmm, although the changes are huge, you can still vaguely recognize him. That guy looks a lot like..."

BOOM—!!!

...

Usually, when it comes to revealing crucial clues, something unexpected is bound to happen.

For example, before Yan could finish his sentence, a huge roar replaced all the sounds that the human ear could hear.

The roaring sound came from the direction of the sky.

There seems to have been some kind of massive explosion somewhere.

The ripples that spread outwards only managed to chip off a section of the tip of the Pleasure House tower.

It should be noted that the heavy stone slab, which was about half the size of an attic, fell directly and accurately smashed through the top floor of the annex building.

Unfortunately, it happened to be the same area where Milo and Yan were located.

But this is also fortunate for everyone else on the dance floor...

The instant the explosion descended from the sky, Milo had already scooped up Enid and carried her away from the collapsed area.

Yan, on the other hand, was more benevolent. He released black smoke that swept up all his sisters, including Eileen, allowing these dozen or so people to safely avoid the falling debris.

...

Stone pillars and slabs that fell from the top floor of the tower pierced through the ceiling and smashed through the floor, landing on the next floor. Fortunately, there weren't many unfortunate people at that location at the time.

……

When Milo stopped, Enid, who was carrying on her shoulder, was still holding a glass of wine in her hand. She seemed completely unaware that she had almost gotten her head smashed open. She was even swaying her head from side to side to the music, while her other hand was mischievously pinching Milo's butt.

"..."

Milo tossed the decadent Enid aside, turned around and saw that Yan Zheng had already brought everyone back to a safe area. Suddenly recalling the miserable state of the vampire twins he had seen on Silver Dusk Island, Milo felt inexplicably puzzled, so he asked, "Are they all really your acquaintances?"

“Of course, we’ve had in-depth discussions.” Yan’s words quickly elicited coquettish reproaches from the younger girls.

It seems that the incredibly dangerous scene just now didn't leave much of a shadow in their minds.

...

However, through the hole in the ceiling, one could hear the continuous sounds of collisions, hissing, and muffled thunder coming from the dark sky.

Just hearing the noise was enough to imagine a horrific and tragic collision, and the two sides colliding were not human.

Milo glanced at Yan thoughtfully.

Then, some muffled, murmuring chanting sounds began to come from outside the window.

The sound came from the dark corners of the streets and alleys.

Through the glass window, Milo could see the whisperers walking in the shadows, all dressed in yellow robes and adorned with yellow symbols, chanting and praising their God in an ancient language.

They appeared to be supporting one of the sides engaged in a fierce battle high in the sky.

Moreover, it seemed that the incantations they chanted were playing a special role, influencing the battle that took place above the thick fog.

(End of this chapter)