Chapter 370: A Reward Of 500 Million
Chapter 370: A Reward of 500 Million
"Mask? I have to wear a mask just to go to a crummy bar?" Cheyenne''s lip twitched slightly. If this
turned out to be a gimmick, she would''ve wasted her 5, 000 dors.
Regardless, she decided to go check it out.
Just as she was about to close herptop, she suddenly noticed a small red headline on the right
side of the ad page.
"The Dark League offers a reward of five hundred million for Mr. X."
She hurriedly closed the page andughed at herself inwardly. She didn''t expect her life to be worth
so much.
Iker hadn''t noticed her unusual mood and looked at Cheyenne with concern. "Are you really going
to that ce?"
She picked up herptop, nodded, and licked her tender lips coquettishly. "Hmm, it seems
interesting, doesn''t it?"
"I''ll go with you," Iker dered in a deep voice.
Cheyenne''s gaze shifted down to his knee as she hesitated. "It''s better if you don''t. You still need at
least another half month for your foot to heal. I can go alone."
If Omari were here, she could ask him to apany her. She wondered if he was doing well in
Onistead.
Tanner was staying to take care of Iker. Their grandfather was getting old, and the rowdy and
chaotic atmosphere of a bar wouldn''t be suitable for him.
"How can I feel at ease if you go alone? I can go with you. My leg is fine... I can already walk a few
hundred steps."
Before Iker could finishi, Cheyenne interrupted him, "You should focus on recovering. By the way, I
left my phone at home. I''ll bring this old one with me, so don''t worry. If anything happens, I''ll call you
right away."
Seeing her stubbornness, Iker knew he couldn''t persuade her and could only agree.
He suggested bringing Tanner along, but she refused because it would cost an additional 5, 000
bucks!
Tanner felt wronged. "I can pay that 5, 000 myself..."
...
At 7 PM, at Waiting Café in the southern part of the city.
This is a coffee shop with an Iostranan romantic vibe that has been open for many years without
ever closing down.
Funny enough, she used toe here with Kate when they were young.
They never discovered the hidden secrets of this cafe''s underground.
The owner was a genuine Iostranan man, a bit overweight, with blond hair and blue eyes. He''s
standing behind the counter, leaning with one hand while dozing off.
Coffee shops mostly do business in the morning andte afternoon, and it''s already 7 o''clock, so
they''re about to close.
Two attractive foreign guys were wiping the tables and chairs with towels. They nced at the silver
figure at the entrance without even lifting their heads and say, "Sorry, but the café is already closing.
Pleasee back tomorrow."
A woman''s clear and melodious voice sounded sweetly at the entrance, refreshing everyone''s
senses. "Oh? Is that so? But twilight came, and life is just beginning, right?"
The sleepy overweight owner suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked intently at the woman.
The warm yellow light in the shop shone on her. She was wearing a silver sequined tight-fitting
halter neck short skirt that went just above her knees, with a high slit on the right side.
Her figure was perfect, dazzling to the eye. Her chestnut wavy hair fell down to her waist,
entuating her slender waist, her legs slim and fair, perfectly straight, stepping in a pair ofce-up
high-heeled sandals, making her truly captivating.
Her skin was fair, and she had a sexy corbone and shoulder groove that blended seamlessly with
her elegant swan-like neck, adorned with a blue teardrop-shaped gemstone ne.
On her petite face, she wore a fox mask. Her slightly upturned nose and plump, lustrous me-red
lips were alluring.
The two waiters were dumbfounded. Although they saw many peoplee here to drink coffee
every day, they had never seen someone as stunning as her.
The owner regained hisposure, smiling, and looked up at Cheyenne, telling the waiters to
continue sweeping. "You guys keep going. Miss, pleasee with me."
Cheyenne lifted her foot and followed him obediently, disappearing behind the curtain. She secretly
supported her thigh with her hand, gripping her skirt to prevent it from flying up.
Fortunately, this coffee shop owner was just a small fry, and he didn''t do anything other than lead
her to the back kitchen.
"Miss, may I see your invitation card?" he asked.
"Sure." Cheyenne took out an old-fashioned cell phone and tapped on the message section. The
owner eyed her phone with some doubt.
"Do young people still use such outdated phones?"
She smiled lightly, tucked the phone away in her purse, and replied jokingly, "I actually enjoy ying
the Tetris game on this phone, so I haven''t been willing to rece it."
I see.
After reviewing the text message, the owner checked the guestlist and saw the name "L Harper,"
so he let her pass.
He pressed the elevator switch and deliberately spoke to Cheyenne in fluent Iostranan, saying, "Go
down to floor minus two for TWILIGHT."
She made a puzzled expression and said, "Sorry, my Iostranan is not very good."
The boss seemed "surprised" by her reaction and smiled, saying, "Miss, go downstairs and
TWILIGHT is on the floor minus one."
Cheyenne thanked him profusely and then stepped into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, her lips tightened beneath the mask.
She extended her fair and delicate hand and pressed the button for the floor minus two. The coffee
shop owner was purposely testing her just now.
She could understand Iostranan, which was why she was qualified to go to TWILIGHT.
If she couldn''t understand, going to the floor minus one might make her another "missing person."
Fortunately, she was clever and had collected information about TWILIGHT online. Aizen
named "William" mentioned that his girlfriend had disappeared in the dance hall of TWILIGHT.
Generally, the dance hall was a ce for ordinary customers to have fun... the more upscale areas
were definitely in more concealed depths.
So she chose to go directly to the floor minus two.
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Cheyenne''s first impression upon stepping into the floor minus two was darkness.
Just like the pictures she had seen online, the deep blue lights flickered and illuminated the ck
walls, with iprehensible graffiti covering them.
Clusters of mist-like fog and crimson blood stains... the blue skulls shimmered with eerie red eyes,
as if the Grim Reaper had descended upon your side as it stared at you.
The entire floor minus two resembled a stage, with Cheyenne currently situated in the audience
seat. In the center was a square stage.
Suspended in mid-air was a massive iron cage, and she looked up to see a heavily injured, blood-
soaked blonde girl barely clinging to life inside the cage. Her hands and feet were bound by thick
chains.
Her gaze was scattered and hollow, with one eyepletely empty, a trace of blood sliding down...
her eyeball... gone.