Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 310 Head
The middle-aged man didn't look at her any more. He raised his foot and stepped on Mrs. Nightingale's face mercilessly, as if announcing the end of an era.

His movements were decisive and indifferent, without any hesitation, as if the body under his feet was nothing more than an insignificant shell.

He walked to the door and glanced at the shadow dancers who were still standing still. Their figures were frozen in the shadows like sculptures, and the blades in their hands glowed coldly in the dim light.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and said in a low but majestic voice: "From now on, I am the boss!"

The shadow dancers didn't hesitate, and put away their knives in unison, and disappeared into the shadows with a flash of their bodies. Their movements were crisp and clear, as if they were already used to such changes.

It doesn’t matter who is the boss, as long as they get paid.

To them, loyalty is just a transaction, and a new boss means a new transaction.

The middle-aged man looked at the reactions of the shadow dancers and felt a little relieved. He knew that this was just the beginning and the real challenge was still to come.

The internal disputes of the Nightingale Gang, the covetous eyes of other gangs, and the threat of the Dark Knight will all follow one after another. But he has no way out and can only move forward.

"Let's go." The middle-aged man turned around and said to Shi Fei, "Old friend, let's go underground together."

The two left the room one after the other and walked down a secret passage deep underground. The basement of the nightclub was a completely different world.

There are no psychedelic lights or loud music here, only cold concrete walls and dim corridors. The air is filled with a damp and musty smell, as if every step is stepping into deeper darkness.

"Layer after layer, it's really a rat hole!" Shi Fei looked at his fellow monks underground and couldn't help but complain. His voice echoed in the narrow space.

Coming down from the ground, he seemed to be going through a dungeon, level after level, one after another. It was really annoying.

"I seldom come here. I've only been here a few times with my wife!" the middle-aged man responded in a low voice without stopping.

The walls on both sides of the passage were inlaid with dim lights, which were so weak that they could hardly illuminate the road ahead. Shi Fei looked at the secret rooms on both sides of the corridor curiously.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man explained, "The basement is the command center of the Nightingale Gang, and it is also used to handle 'special matters'. Most of them are used to store smuggled goods, and some are used to detain unruly people."

They came to a thick iron gate. The middle-aged man took out the Nightingale mask and gently scanned it across the sensor on the iron gate. The iron gate opened with a click.

This is an iron door with a chip lock, behind which lies the Nightingale Gang’s most core secrets.

"This is the 'Abyss'!" said the middle-aged man.

Behind the door is a huge underground space filled with surveillance screens that display every corner inside and outside the nightclub in real time, including Nightingale's room.

Previously, only Lady Nightingale and her confidants could enter here.

"From today on, I am the boss!" The middle-aged man walked in, holding the Nightingale mask in his hand, declaring his existence.

The people in the monitoring room looked at the middle-aged man indifferently. They were once Mrs. Nightingale's confidants, but there is no eternal loyalty, only eternal interests.

What good can you get from fighting a middle-aged man?
But it was in vain to create opportunities for others! They were silently calculating in their hearts, calculating how to become the new boss. Therefore, they just looked at the middle-aged man coldly.

Shi Fei ignored them and walked straight to the small door on the side of the monitoring room. He gently pushed the door open, and inside was a cold storage room. The temperature in the cold storage room was extremely low, and the cold air hit him in the face, as if even his breathing would be frozen.

In the middle of the cold storage room, there is a transparent freezer, and inside the freezer, there is a head wrapped in ice and snow. It is not quite accurate to call it a head, because there are parts of the cervical vertebrae below the head.

The skin of the head was as pale as paper, as if it had never seen the sun, and it had a sickly cold glow. The dark green hair was disheveled, like weeds ravaged by the wind, with a few strands of hair stuck to the forehead, looking greasy and dirty.

His forehead was broad, but covered with deep wrinkles, as if every line was engraved with his crazy past.

The most terrifying thing was the pair of eyes, with the pupils dilated so greatly that they almost swallowed up the irises, revealing an unpredictable madness and cunningness.

But at this time, the whites of his eyes were full of bloodshot, his eyes were empty, and had lost all their luster.

The corners of the head's mouth always have that iconic twisted smile, and the bright red lipstick looks like dried blood, extending to both sides of the cheeks, forming an exaggerated arc.

That smile seemed both mocking and provocative, as if silently declaring his contempt and control over the world.

This is Jack the Clown's head.

No one expected that the famous clown would die. The madman who made the whole Goff City terrified was actually dead!

The body was dismembered and the head was hidden in the deepest part of the ground, like a forgotten trophy, lying quietly in the freezer, waiting to be rediscovered.

By the time the middle-aged man had finished talking to the people outside and walked towards Shi Fei with steady steps, Shi Fei's eyes still hadn't left the head in the freezer.

He asked with a hint of doubt that was hard to conceal: "How did he die?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts, and then he slowly said: "He is a lunatic, a complete lunatic."

"He once broke into the 'Midnight Lair' and not only stole our artworks, but also hung them on the walls of the slums, with an exaggerated smiley face painted on each painting. Those smiley faces were particularly glaring on the dilapidated walls of the slums, as if mocking our incompetence."

"He even kidnapped several of our senior clients and forced them to perform farce on the street. He forced those high-ranking people who were usually high and mighty to make a fool of themselves in public."

"Not only that!"

The middle-aged man continued, "He also blew up the Blackfin Gang's smuggling fleet and dumped millions of dollars worth of drugs into the sea. On the dock, he left a glaring slogan with fluorescent paint - 'Sharks can also drown'. The Blackfin Gang members were furious, but they couldn't do anything about him."

"He also broke into the Gemini Gang's casino, planted bombs on the gaming tables, and used fragments of two-sided coins to create a smiling face. The casino was in chaos, and gamblers fled in all directions."

"He spilled all the gamblers' money onto the street, sparking a robbery frenzy. The reputation of the Gemini Gang was ruined overnight."

The Blackfin Gang, the Gemini Gang, and the Nightingale Gang are known as the three major underground gangs in Goff City, and together they rule this dream city. The Joker's actions are undoubtedly a blatant provocation to these three forces.

(End of this chapter)