Chapter 201: Night Club

When Jack returned home, it was already late at night, but he realized that besides Chloe, he didn't see the two siblings.

He furrowed his brow and checked the time.

It was already past nine o'clock. Usually, Wanda would be at home at this time.

What happened today?

He looked at Chloe and asked, "Where did they go?"

"After dinner, they went out with their classmates and didn't let me follow," Chloe replied.

A glimmer of concern flashed in Chloe's eyes, and she furrowed her brow.

"It's strange. I can't locate them. They should be in a place with a protective device, and I can't contact the people who were supposed to protect them."

When hearing this, Jack felt a rush of concern.

The people he sent to protect them couldn't be reached.

There were only a few people in New York, or even in the entire United States, who could defeat those bodyguards.His perception spread, and instantly, it covered all of New York City.

He soon found the siblings.

"This is not good. What are they doing there?"

Knowing their current location, Jack felt a bit frustrated. That place was not safe at all.

Why did those troublemakers go there?

With that in mind, he quickly left to bring them back.

An hour ago, outside a meat factory in Hell's Kitchen, New York, a yellow Camaro stopped.

A short-haired girl who appeared to be a year or two younger than Wanda and Pietro followed them out of the car.

"Is this the place you mentioned?"

Pietro looked around at the few people on the street.

Even though it was normal in Hell's Kitchen, he had the feeling that someone was watching them from the shadows.

"Yes, this is it."

The girl with short hair looked at the entrance to the meat factory with a hint of disgust in her eyes, but she hid it well.

"There's a nightclub here, although it's illegal. I've been here a few times, and the atmosphere is nice. It's perfect for someone like you, a nerd, to relax."

"I just said I wanted to relax and ease the stress in my brain."

Pietro sighed helplessly.

"But Hell's Kitchen... Are you serious?"

It was the first time he heard someone suggest going to Hell's Kitchen to relax and have fun.

At that moment, Wanda spoke up.

"Pietro, let's go back."

Wanda looked around anxiously and said, "Jack would be very angry if he found out, and this place doesn't seem safe."

"Don't worry, Wanda. It's safe here, nothing will happen."

When hearing her leave, the short-haired girl anxiously flashed a trace of worry but pretended everything was fine.

"Besides, it's just a quick visit. There's no danger. There are many workers inside the factory."

As it turned out, Pietro had been studying hard during this period.

Even though he made a lot of progress, the pressure was extremely high.

For multiple reasons, he was buried in books day and night, and he was almost turning into a nerd.

So, when he met his new friend, Sprite, who suggested going out to have fun, listen to music, dance, and eat good food, he was tempted.

Pietro liked the idea, and Wanda agreed that he needed to take it easy.

So, after dinner, the three of them arrived at the nightclub Sprite had recommended.

But this creepy place was not just any nightclub.

It was located inside a meat factory in Hell's Kitchen.

It seemed creepy, no matter how you looked at it.

Pietro also had some doubts, but when he heard his sister and Sprite's conversation, he didn't want to appear scared by backing out.

To save his face, he walked into the factory with confidence.

Wanda shook her head helplessly and reassured herself that a nightclub shouldn't be dangerous.

And even if something happened...

Jack would definitely come to save her.

Not to mention the bodyguards who protect them without being seen. Wanda was also aware of this.

With that in mind, she stopped worrying and followed them inside.

Sprite looked worried and guilty as he looked at the situation.

Shee discreetly glanced back at the street corner not far away and followed them.

And at the street corner, a man and a woman were waiting.

"Do you think he will come?"

The man looked at the woman, his eyes filled with guilt and hope as he asked.

"He will definitely show up. This girl is important to him. He won't let her be in danger."

The woman didn't look at the man, or perhaps she dared not. Her eyes flickered, staring at the entrance gate.

"Did you take care of her bodyguards?"

She slowly changed the subject.

"I did as you said. I knocked them out."

The man fell silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed the woman's arm, turning her to face him.

He gently caressed her cheek, his eyes filled with love.

"I won't let you be in danger either, Cersei."

"Everything is in the past, Icarus. I've never blamed you."

Cersei clearly didn't want to stay on this matter any longer, and Icarus's eyes showed a hint of sadness.

He slowly let go of her and remained silent.

Inside the meat factory, since Wanda, Pietro, and Sprite entered, a well-dressed man appeared from somewhere and led the way.

They were guided through the factory, finally arriving at a steel door deep inside.

Even though the door separated them, the three could still hear faint explosive music coming from inside.

"I love this music."

As a boy, Pietro seemed to have a natural attraction for this type of explosive and exciting music. His face was filled with anticipation.

Wanda felt a bit uncomfortable. She originally wanted to suggest waiting for them in the car, but she couldn't shake off her worries.

"It's alright, we'll go together. I've been here many times."

Seeing her hesitation, Sprite grabbed her hand and pushed open the steel door.

Instantly, a hot gust of air, mixed with a strange smell, hit them.

Wanda almost choked on it.

Looking closely, they saw a massive dance floor packed with people of all kinds, dancing and moving their bodies passionately to the loud music in the dark environment.

It felt like a chaotic dance of demons.

The flickering colorful lights and the wild music filled every corner, making Wanda have the urge to turn around and run.

However, Pietro stepped in without hesitation, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

"Pietro."

Wanda couldn't afford to be afraid as she worried about her brother.

She followed closely behind, and Sprite, seeing the situation, didn't dare to be careless and stuck closely to Wanda.

She couldn't let anything happen to her, or they would be in big trouble.

Wanda struggled to separate herself from the crowd, trying to catch up to Pietro, but she realized she couldn't keep up with his speed.

Luckily, he didn't go far and stopped at a bar near the dance floor.

Wanda was about to walk over when she realized her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

A guy who looked like a street punk was staring at her with gleaming eyes.

For some reason, Wanda felt that his gaze was just like Pietro's when he competed with her for food.

"Hey! Let go of your dirty hands."

Just as Wanda was at a loss, Sprite arrived in time. She pulled the guy away and casually pushed him into the crowded crowd.

"It's better not to walk around here."

Sprite firmly held Wanda's hand and led her to the side of the bar.

At that moment, Pietro successfully bought a glass of whiskey from the bartender.

He was about to drink it when Wanda arrived in time to stop him.

"Pietro!"

She held onto Pietro's hand and looked at him seriously.

"You're not of legal drinking age yet. You came here to relax, not to drink."

"Don't be so serious, Wanda. Drinking is also a way to relax."

Pietro pouted but regretfully gave up on his plan to drink. His little sister was here, so there was no hope anyway.

Unfortunately, he was a bit slow in his actions. He should have drunk it before Wanda arrived.

Looking at the glass of whiskey, Pietro sighed with disappointment. He waved his hand and walked toward the dance floor.

"I'm going to dance. I'll listen to you and go home after."

After saying that, he entered the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd.

"I should have known."

Wanda sighed in annoyance.

"He came here for the alcohol. Talking about relaxing and stress relief is all nonsense!"

Turning her head to look at the glass of whiskey, Wanda directed all her anger at it and was about to smash it.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't waste it."

A hand naturally took the glass of whiskey from Wanda's hand, and the person gently patted her head.

"Jack!"

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