Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 304 Nightingale
The thin black man looked at Shi Fei carefully and found that he did not have the excited expression after inhaling flour, nor did he have any traces of needle holes on his body. He looked clean and neat, completely unlike the "guests" they often saw.

But it is this kind of "normal" that seems particularly abnormal here.

The underground fantasy world is a place where all kinds of people come together. There are rich young men and women who come here to seek excitement, and there are ordinary people who come here to work and make a living.

After all, people are always needed to wash dishes and serve drinks.

Of course, there are also cops who have been trying to sneak in, collect evidence, and destroy this underground kingdom.

The thin black man looked at Shi Fei more and more and felt that he looked like a cop. His heart tightened and he immediately raised his hand to wave. Several black security guards quickly surrounded Shi Fei.

But the next scene left him stunned.

The black security guards suddenly froze in place as if they were under a spell. Then, they all turned around and surrounded the skinny black man.

"Tyrone, Jamal, Andre! Damn it! What happened to you?" The skinny black man's eyes widened, with a hint of panic in his voice. He looked at his men as if they were a group of wooden men, completely out of control.

"Take me to see your boss." Shi Fei said.

The thin black man swallowed and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He knew that the man in front of him was definitely not someone he could handle. A good man would not suffer a loss in front of him. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "...Okay."

He turned around and led the way, but his heart was filled with countless questions and fears. Who was this seemingly ordinary man? Why could he control his men so easily?
Could it be?

Is it related to the boss’s recent mysterious actions?

Shi Fei followed behind him, his eyes sweeping around. The scene of the underground dream world gradually unfolded before his eyes.

Psychedelic lights, deafening music, crazy dancing crowds, and the transactions and desires hidden in the shadows.

This is a world completely different from the ground, full of indulgence and danger.

In the entire Goff City, the area several dozen meters underground was almost connected together, like another city. The place where Shi Fei was located was called the bar district.

The thin black man led Shi Fei across the crowded dance floor, around several secret boxes, and walked for more than ten minutes before finally arriving at a heavy metal door.

Two burly bodyguards stood by the door, their eyes cold and alert.

"I want to see the boss." The thin black man said to the bodyguard, with a tremor in his voice.

The bodyguards looked at him, then at Shi Fei, their brows slightly furrowed. But they didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and opened the metal door.

Behind the door was a dim corridor, and at the end was a spacious office. The decoration of the office was luxurious yet low-key, with a few abstract paintings hanging on the wall and a black grand piano in the corner.

A middle-aged man in a black suit sat behind the desk, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Boss, this... gentleman wants to see you." The thin black man whispered with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

The middle-aged man raised his head, his eyes stayed on Shi Fei for a few seconds, then waved his hand: "You go down first."

The thin black man felt relieved and quickly retreated, closing the door.

Shi Fei and the middle-aged man were the only ones left in the office. The air was filled with a faint smell of cigars mixed with the aroma of red wine.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep and magnetic voice. Shi Fei did not answer, but slowly walked to the desk and looked directly at the man: "It doesn't matter who I am, and it doesn't matter who you are. What matters is that you are just the boss of this place, who is the person behind you?"

The middle-aged man sneered: "I..." He was about to continue questioning, but found that he couldn't move. His body seemed to be bound by invisible chains, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

"Dongni!" He reacted very quickly, realized that he was being controlled, and immediately called out a name. That was his shadow warrior, his most trusted bodyguard, and also his last trump card.

A figure suddenly emerged from the shadows behind Shi Fei. The man was wearing black fluid armor, as if blending into the darkness. In his hand was a blackened samurai sword, the blade had no luster, and it cut through the air silently.

He is the middle-aged man’s bodyguard, Shadow Warrior Tony.

Dong Ni's movements were as fast as lightning, and the knife flashed, going straight to Shi Fei's waist. But the blade suddenly stopped just a few centimeters away from Shi Fei, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

There was a hint of struggle in Tony's eyes. He turned his body and the blade instantly changed direction, chopping towards the middle-aged man's head.

"Wang De..." The middle-aged man widened his eyes, watching the black knife light approaching, and subconsciously closed his eyes. He could feel the cold wind brought by the blade sweeping across his scalp, and then a few strands of hair slowly fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, and a layer of cold sweat had already seeped out of his forehead. Looking at the falling hair, he knew that this was Shi Fei's warning!
"Let's talk it over! Let's talk it over!" The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly, with a tremor in his voice.

Only then did he realize that he could move. But what does it matter if he could move?

Tony's knife was still hanging above his head, and he didn't dare to make any other moves.

"Where is this place?" Shi Fei asked.

The middle-aged man swallowed and replied helplessly: "This is the Nightingale Bar."

"nightingale?"

The middle-aged man nodded and continued, "Nightingale is the 'Oriole' of the Dream City. We all belong to Nightingale..."

His voice became lower and lower, as if even he himself felt a little in awe when he mentioned the name.

In the Dream City, the Nightingale Gang is a mysterious and powerful existence. Their leader is called Lady Night Owl, and no one has ever seen her true face.

She always wears a black dress and a jewel-studded nightingale mask, like a ghost walking out of the darkness.

The Nightingale Gang controls the entire nightlife of the Dream City, from nightclubs to underground bars, from the pornography industry to art theft, and even involves black market auctions.

Their members all wear nightingale masks, the color and decoration of the masks representing their rank and duty.

"It sounds like playing house." Shi Fei said with a sneer.

There are nightclubs, gangs, and these scums.

The middle-aged man's face turned ugly, but he didn't dare to refute. He knew that the man in front of him was not someone he could afford to offend.

"Why is there a Dark Knight? Why is there such a place? These are what I'm more curious about!" Shi Fei asked.

What he wanted to know was why this city was so weird.

And whose dream is this?
(End of this chapter)