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Was she six or eight at the time? She couldn't remember.

But she remembered that her mother often told her some magical stories when she was a child.

She had always treated them as stories because those things sounded distant and unreal, at least they would never happen in this day and age.

but now.

For a moment, Luo Qingcheng felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest with excitement, but she remained calm.

She took the phone and called Jiang Huai: "Brother Huai, please buy me a pound of cinnabar and ask Xiangxiang to deliver it to my neighborhood. Please be quick."

Jiang Huai didn't ask her what she was here for. He just said "OK" and hung up the phone to make arrangements.

Luo Qingcheng then looked at the two of them again and said in a deep voice: "Maybe the thing my mother left me is on it."

***

The Star King Club is an entertainment club open only to senior members. It is extremely private and is said to be a paradise for the rich where everything can be enjoyed.

Among the many clubs in the imperial capital, it is inconspicuous and even seems a bit depressed to the outside world. The strange thing is that its monthly turnover is at least tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.

The entry requirement to become a member of the Star King Club is to spend over one million, while senior members need to spend over ten million.

At the beginning, some people were curious about what was inside and spent millions to find out. Unfortunately, they could only experience the most common wine tasting and musical instrument performances.

These treatments, which can be enjoyed in any entertainment club, are really boring.

So driven by curiosity, they invested more money to become premium members, and from then on it was like opening Pandora's box, they were addicted and could no longer break free.

No one knows who the boss behind the Star King Club is, but it is not difficult to guess that the other party must be someone powerful and have a strong background.

Otherwise, why can it avoid the above inspection every time?

That must be because he has strong backstage connections.

At this time, the atmosphere in the shooting range on the third floor was very lively.

A dozen men, shirtless and blindfolded, stood in a row, each with a target hanging above his head.

Even though they couldn't see the scene at the moment, just hearing the excited cheers and shouts around them was enough to make their legs go weak and their whole bodies tremble.

On the other side of the stands, there were only two people sitting in the front row.

A big-bellied man with a smiling face looks like a kind-hearted Maitreya Buddha.

The other one was dressed meticulously in a suit and tie, even his hair was combed and styled neatly with hair oil, looking like a big shot in the Hong Kong circle in the 1960s and 1970s.

The young man in black uniform standing by walked forward with a smile: "Master Song, Master Hong, you two may begin now."

After saying that, he handed over the tray in his hand, on which were two silenced guns.

The Star King Club holds a member carnival day every month. The programs are different every time, but they are undoubtedly thrilling and adrenaline-pumping activities.

Today's program is human target shooting.

There are twelve targets in total on the field. If all twelve shots hit the center of the bull's eye, you will be the winner of today. The winner will not only receive all the betting amounts of the members present today, but can also make one request unconditionally.

Whether it is money, beauty, or murder and robbery, the Star King Club can satisfy his request.

This is why so many people are willing to lose everything they have to come here.

The boss behind it is so mysterious and powerful that he is inhuman, just like the genie in Western mythology, who helps those who are destined to have him fulfill their wishes.

But this genie is undoubtedly evil.

Because he only fulfills the wishes of those bad people with evil intentions.

"You two have made a good aim. It doesn't matter if you miss. But if you kill him, it will be very troublesome for us to deal with him."

The man put on gloves, distributed the two pistols with a smile, and then stepped aside again.

Having said that, he has long been accustomed to it. Here, it is normal for two people to die every day. After all, any boss who can come here to play has some perverted hobbies.

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to fall into the ears of the shirtless men whose hearing had become particularly sharp due to their blindfolds.

The man in the corner was trembling even more violently. He didn't want to die yet. He regretted coming to this place to make quick money.

Just as he was about to tear off the cloth from his eyes and tell these people that he was quitting, a deep voice suddenly came to his ears:

"The game is about to start. If you run away now, you won't want to know the consequences."

Like a curse, the man broke out in a cold sweat and dared not act rashly anymore.

If he is lucky, he can get 100,000 yuan at the end of the game.

This place really makes money very quickly. An employee who has been here for one or two years said that at his best he could make tens of millions in a single day.

But this money is not so easy to get, you have to be prepared for death at all times.

If he was unlucky, he would die on the spot today, and according to the contract, his family could receive a pension of 10 million.

Therefore, every employee here stays and works voluntarily without any coercion or intimidation.

Tempting, but also extremely dangerous.

The boss behind the Star King Club is really good at playing with people's hearts.

When the game started, Lord Song, the Maitreya Buddha who was smiling throughout the whole process, got the priority.

He raised his pistol, narrowed his eyes slightly, aimed at the row of bull's eyes ten meters away and pulled the trigger.

He pulled the trigger evenly, about once every two seconds, and soon had used up all twelve bullets.

The people guarding both sides of the target immediately stepped forward to check, and then announced loudly: "Master Song hit all twelve targets, all ten rings!"

Mr. Song smiled even more happily, and the wrinkles on his face became much deeper. He bowed to the man next to him and said, "Thank you for letting me."

However, Master Hong raised his hand to straighten his collar without even looking at him. This arrogant attitude made the smile on Master Song's face freeze and he almost lost it.

There are many senior members in the Star King Club, but only a handful of them have ever seen the big boss behind the scenes. These people often fight over this, so naturally no one can stand each other.

Bosses like Mr. Hong, who are rich and powerful, are naturally more arrogant and don't even bother to put on a show.

When it came to Mr. Hong's side, he took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket calmly and wiped the handle of the gun again and again. Then, in Mr. Song's smug smile, he took off his tie and tied it around his eyes.

There was a burst of gasps all around.

Mr. Song was no longer smiling at this moment, and the fat that was stiffly piled together on his face looked a little funny.

Then, there was a series of sounds of targets being hit.

Compared to Master Song's previous slowness, Master Hong was faster. Not only did every shot hit the bull's eye, but some of the shots were so powerful that they even punched a big hole in the target.