Chapter 505 Beat Them to Death
Eleven PM at Sovereign City's bar district
A business van pulled up to Sovereign City's bar district.
Nathaniel emerged with Seraphina and a few others, strolling into "Night Bar."
After James had helped Nathaniel join Law Enforcement, Nathaniel brought Seraphina in to help manage the pressure.
Seraphina, who owed James a favor and somewhat admired him, had decisively abandoned her entertainment career to become a Mystic Alliance member.
Tonight, they were here to find Xanthe on James's behalf.
Stepping through the entrance, Seraphina immediately noticed how packed the bar was.
Not an empty seat in sight, with music blasting so loud it threatened to deafen everyone.
The air reeked of smoke and alcohol while men and women writhed wildly on the dance floor—the very definition of hedonistic excess.
The pulsing beats had even Nathaniel swaying along as he smiled at Seraphina and his three associates.
"I've figured it all out. After Xanthe stole the formula, she didn't leave Sovereign City. She got plastic surgery and used the money to open this bar."
"I've heard she also became some rich businessman's mistress, though I don't know who exactly."
"She's also closely connected to Zane from Harbor Group. That's why this place keeps expanding, becoming one of Sovereign City's top nightspots, and nobody dares cause trouble here."
"By the way, she doesn't go by Xanthe anymore—she's Jessica now. She comes to check on the place almost every night."
Seraphina glanced around. "This place is certainly huge."
"Come on, let's go to the private room upstairs. I've booked one," Nathaniel said, leading Seraphina toward the second floor. "We'll have a couple drinks and then get Xanthe to come over. Once we've confirmed her identity, I'll notify James."
Though finding someone was a small task, anything involving James was a big deal to Nathaniel.
Seraphina scanned the venue, noticing several burly security guards. "Should we call for backup?"
"The five of us are plenty. It's just confirming someone's identity—why make a big production of it?" Nathaniel shook his head.
"You and I might not be fighters, but these three are skilled—each can handle five or six opponents."
"Besides, we're Mystic Alliance members, which is as good as being from Bright Heart Hall Clinic. This isn't life-or-death. Who would dare touch us?"
Seraphina nodded silently and followed him with the three members.
Soon, they were seated in the private room upstairs. It wasn't large—about 500 square feet—but elegantly furnished with a transparent glass floor offering a view of the dance floor below.
Sitting here, sipping fine liquor while watching beautiful women dance wildly was certainly an experience.
"What would our esteemed guests like to drink?" A sexy bunny girl appeared, swaying her hips seductively with an enchanting smile.
"I want something that will excite me," Nathaniel said, eyeing her fair legs. "Do you have anything like that?"
He brazenly slapped her backside, playing the role of a playboy.
"Of course we do." Though a flash of disgust crossed her eyes—she'd clearly seen many men like Nathaniel—she smiled and said, "How about a bottle of our enhanced whiskey to start?" She directly offered a whiskey worth $100,000.
"Perfect," Nathaniel agreed readily, then casually added, "By the way, is your boss Jessica here? I've heard she's incredibly alluring—unmatched in all of Sovereign City."
"As an out-of-towner, I've been eager to meet her, but despite coming several times, I've never seen her. Any chance I could meet her tonight?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a thick wad of cash and stuffed it bill by bill into the bunny girl's cleavage. Soon, several thousand dollars were tucked there.
Seraphina gave Nathaniel a disapproving look but knew he was acting deliberately, so she remained silent.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you!" The bunny girl's eyes lit up as she accepted the money, thanking him profusely. "Our boss is here tonight. Enjoy your drinks, and I'll call her for you."
She poured whiskey for them, then happily rushed out the door. But as she left, she cast a sharp glance back, her eyes suddenly fierce.
Seraphina caught it, and her heart skip a beat.
"Perfect. We'll meet Xanthe soon," Nathaniel said, sitting across from Seraphina. "What's our plan? Should we knock her out and take her for questioning, or make her confess here?"
Seraphina frowned slightly. "I'm afraid it won't be that simple."
Nathaniel was confused. "Not simple? What do you mean?"
"This is a massive nightclub with dozens of security guards. Is Jessica really someone customers can meet just by asking?" Seraphina maintained her clear-headed perspective.
"A bottle of whiskey worth $100,000 isn't much for a big client. Would a bunny girl really dare bother the boss for that...?"
Before she could finish, the door was kicked open.
Dozens of burly security guards swarmed in like wolves, instantly filling the entire room. Each held a baseball bat.
Their leader was a seven-foot-tall bald brute with a fierce face and a murderous aura.
Nathaniel instinctively shouted, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Get them!" The bald man gave no explanation, just signaled with his hands.
The security guards immediately surrounded Nathaniel's group. Chaos erupted instantly.
Seraphina flipped the table hard, knocking down five or six guards. "Run!" she shouted to the others.
Before her words even finished, the bald brute leaped forward with shocking speed, kicking Seraphina squarely.
Unable to dodge, she cried out in pain as she fell to the ground.
"Seraphina!" Nathaniel's face paled as he instinctively drew his knife, but someone struck his wrist with a bat. The knife clattered to the floor.
Before he could retrieve it, another bat struck his thigh hard, making him stagger backward.
As Nathaniel groaned in pain, the three Law Enforcement members and Seraphina were also surrounded and attacked.
In the cramped room, facing eight-to-one odds, they had almost no chance to fight back. They could only protect their vital areas while retreating.
"What are you doing?" Nathaniel roared. "We're Mystic Alliance members!"
"You're Mystic Alliance? I'm The Walker," the bald man sneered. "You dare come to Jessica's place with bad intentions? I'll kill you all!"
Completely ignoring Nathaniel's threat, he called over more guards to press the attack.
Nathaniel's group fought valiantly, but the space was too confined, and they were vastly outnumbered.
After throwing just a few punches, they were beaten to the ground by the mob. Dazed and disoriented, they were subjected to a barrage of kicks from dozens of men.
Nathaniel and his team were furious. Since meeting James, when had they ever suffered such humiliation? Yet they were powerless to fight back.
Nathaniel blocked one foot, then violently flipped the attacker.
Fighting through the pain in his head, he grabbed a bottle and smashed it outward. Several guards were hit and fell to the ground. Even the bald brute was struck by a glass shard, leaving a bloody gash on his face.
He touched the wound, his expression darkening. "Beat them! Beat them to death!"
Taking advantage of the space created by the bottle attack, Nathaniel ignored the blood streaming down his face and kicked down three burly men. He grabbed a chair and swung it repeatedly, clearing away three or four more opponents.
But before he could fight his way out, the bald brute launched a flying kick at him.
Nathaniel blocked with his side, and the impact sent him staggering backward.
In that opening, several baseball bats came crashing down. Nathaniel barely blocked a few before one struck his neck. He swayed, nearly suffocating from the blow.
The bald man stepped forward with a cold smile, grabbed a chair, and smashed it against Nathaniel's back.
Nathaniel fell forward, losing his grip.
More than a dozen guards pounced, punching and kicking.
"We really are Mystic Alliance members!" Seraphina shouted, her hair disheveled. "You'll regret this!"
The bald brute slapped Seraphina across the face. "You think I don't know Mystic Alliance? Mr. Clark is a guest here right now. You're not Mystic Alliance at all!"
He grinned viciously. "Beat them! Beat them to death! These fools dare cause trouble for Jessica!"
With that, the thugs became even more brutal. When their feet grew tired from kicking, they used their clubs to jab and stab.
Seraphina was slapped several more times, her face swelling and her clothes torn in places, revealing glimpses of skin that drew leering eyes. Fortunately, she hadn't lost her phone.
Several guards approached her with lecherous grins.
Nathaniel recklessly pushed away three guards and threw himself over Seraphina to protect her.
"If you don't stop now, you'll regret it!" he shouted—a desperate, angry cry with the helplessness of someone outmatched.
Seraphina used this opportunity to scream as she dialed James's number.
"Regret?" The bald man laughed cruelly. "I have been in this business a long time, and I've never known the meaning of regret. Marc Murray, that's my name—remember it!"
With that, he grabbed a bottle and smashed it against Nathaniel's head. Blood splattered everywhere.
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