Night fell.
Following the task's guidance, Du Mu arrived at a bar in the Bronx district.
Investigation?
It was entirely unnecessary; the game's task directly pointed out the clues.
Following the noticeable red line in his line of sight, Du Mu quickly locked onto a brown-haired man dressed flashily with slicked-back hair.
This man was currently hitting on a girl whose arms and neck were covered in runes.
As he spoke, he casually flashed the fake gold watch on his wrist. The girl's eyes instantly lit up. She immediately put down the beer she had barely touched and drunkenly leaned in close.
The brown-haired man smiled, casually wrapped his arm around the girl's waist—which was as thick as an Iron Monger helmet—and turned to leave the bar.
"This guy really isn't picky..."
Du Mu watched in amazement, then quietly and quickly followed them.
The brown-haired man, with his arm around the girl, familiar-ly turned into a narrow, dark alley and stopped in front of an unremarkable iron door.
He knocked, and a large, burly man quickly opened the door to greet them.
The brown-haired man whispered a few words. The burly man nodded, stepped aside to let them in, and the iron door immediately closed.
Seeing this, Du Mu copied their actions and knocked on the iron door.
The burly man reappeared. Seeing Du Mu's completely unfamiliar face, he immediately frowned.
"What is it?"
"I just saw my friend being taken in by a stranger. I need to go in and find her!"
"This is a members-only establishment. You can't come in."
The burly man looked at Du Mu coldly and decisively refused.
Du Mu said angrily, "Damn it, that's my friend! Even though she drinks, has tattoos, and hooks up, I know she's a good girl! What if that guy tricks her into sleeping with him!"
The corner of the burly man's mouth twitched.
Are you sure anyone would be interested in that rune-covered Poppy's body?
"If you don't let me in, I'm calling the police!" Du Mu threatened on the spot.
Hearing this, a fierce glint flashed in the burly man's eyes, a barely noticeable hint of crimson.
"Fine, I'll make an exception and let you in."
The burly man pushed the iron door open, looking at Du Mu as if he were looking at a dead man.
Du Mu walked in without hesitation.
Inside the door was a long, dark corridor, lit only by a few scattered lamps.
At the end of the corridor was another iron door.
This time, a bald bouncer blocked Du Mu's way and raised the fluorescent stamp in his hand.
Fortunately, Du Mu wasn't allergic to the fluorescent stamp like Zhang Wei, and he allowed the man to stamp the back of his hand.
Pushing open the last iron door, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with the stench of marijuana instantly hit him, and the powerful beat of electronic music savagely pounded his eardrums.
A massive dance floor occupied most of the space, with dazzling colored spotlights flashing to the rhythm overhead. Countless figures twisted frantically below, lost in the moment.
In the booth area along the edge of the dance floor, the lighting was even more ambiguous and hazy. Men and women guzzled hard liquor, inhaled and exhaled smoke from slender cigarettes held between their fingers. Some were even brazenly performing a bunch of mosaic-worthy scenes, which dealt a significant shock to Du Mu's pure, innocent heart.
Du Mu noticed that the red line guiding the task had disappeared. It seemed the clue was right here in this underground bar.
A tall, red-haired woman with wavy hair noticed the fluorescent stamp on the back of Du Mu's hand. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately swayed her hips over to him.
"Hey, handsome, wanna get to know each other?"
Du Mu lowered his head. His gaze met a dizzying abyss, and he was immediately filled with awe!
"Of course, I love making friends."
The red-haired woman suddenly sniffed, frowning in confusion. "You smell like blood. What do you do for work?"
"A doctor."
Du Mu replied casually, not changing his expression.
"Oh? That's perfect!"
The red-haired woman's eyes brightened even more. Her fingers lightly traced Du Mu's chest. Her demeanor was seductive, and her body subtly rubbed against his. "Lately, I've been feeling a bit unwell. Could you help me figure out what kind of illness I have?"
Du Mu wasn't a doctor, but he could tell what the red-haired woman's symptom was at a glance.
This was definitely a classic case of being horny... no, a fever.
Du Mu pretended to be reserved. "It's probably not convenient to examine you here."
"It's fine, we can find a place to take a slow, full-body, detailed look," the red-haired woman whispered in Du Mu's ear.
Looks like the fever is serious!
Du Mu was a shy person and genuinely didn't know how to refuse an invitation, so he allowed the red-haired woman to pull him toward the restroom in the corner.
Once inside the stall, the red-haired woman immediately locked the door behind them.
"Doctor, where would you like to start the examination?"
The red-haired woman licked her lips with her tongue, her eyes full of a predator's excitement.
"That depends on where you feel uncomfortable."
Feeling the astonishing pressure against his arm, Du Mu glanced at the red dot on the mini-map and wondered if he should pretend to give up resisting.
"Well, that would be my stomach. Right now, I'm... starving!"
The red-haired woman's voice suddenly became hoarse and distorted. Her eyes burst forth with terrifying crimson light, and her lips curled back to reveal two hideous, sharp fangs!
Her originally beautiful face instantly became repulsive, like a monster, as she lunged at Du Mu!
Seeing this, Du Mu instantly felt bored.
"Muay Thai warning!"
Just as the fangs were about to touch his skin, Du Mu powerfully engaged his core and delivered a fierce elbow strike directly to the red-haired woman's face!
Bang!
A muffled thud accompanied the faint sound of bone splintering.
The red-haired woman felt an unimaginably huge force explode from her cheekbone. A few fragments of teeth, mixed with blood foam, flew from her mouth!
She didn't even have time to scream. Her entire body flew off the ground like a broken sack, slamming heavily against the stall wall with a boom, making the wall vibrate.
The red-haired woman slumped to the ground, dizzy. Half of her face was visibly sunken in, and her crimson eyes were filled with confusion.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Du Mu retracted his elbow, took a step closer, and looked down, asking sharply, "Speak! What kind of monster are you?"
That's a question I should be asking you!
The red-haired woman looked at Du Mu in horror.
The strength he displayed completely exceeded her comprehension. He had rendered her completely incapable of fighting with a single strike—was that something a human could do?!
"Not talking, huh!"
Du Mu had no compassion for the fairer sex. He grabbed the limp red-haired woman, and his other elbow struck down like a rainstorm!
The red-haired woman initially wanted to speak, but every time a word reached her mouth, it was ruthlessly hammered back down her throat by a vicious elbow strike.
With the relentless barrage of elbow strikes, the red-haired woman felt like her head was about to be smashed flat.
Relying on a powerful survival instinct and sheer willpower, she managed to seize a gap between elbow strikes and used the last of her strength to scream, crying hysterically, "Stop hitting me! I'll talk! I'm a vampire! I'm a vampire!!"
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