Bottle Tossing

Outside Westside Temptation, a few people stood afar on the other side of the street, and subtly observed the nightclub's changes from the outside.

"Yes, Brother Yan! Everything I said is true! Something big is happening at Westside Temptation! The entire Chen Gang was suddenly summoned to their lair! I saw them all enter the building!" A person spoke into his phone.

On the other side of the call, Brother Yan leaned back comfortably on a couch within a private suite on the top floor of Heavenly Paradise, a casino located in the northern outskirts of Silvercove City.

One of his arms could be seen resting over the top of the couch with a beauty in his arms, feeding him grapes while another beauty laid on his lap.

Meng Yan was his name.

Also known as Brother Yan, the leader of the Yan Gang, overlord of the north.

"Oh?"

After listening to the person talked on the phone, Meng Yan showed an intrigued expression and shooed the two beauties away.

"What exactly is happening at Westside Temptation? Find out the details immediately." Meng Yan quickly ordered.

"Yes, Boss!"

The person complied.

Similarly, in another section of the same street, another person in a black cap was making a call to Reagan Declan, otherwise known as Brother Declan, leader of the Declan Gang and overlord of the south.

[Find out what is happening immediately. We must know what the Chen Gang is plotting.]

Brother Declan said.

"Yes, Brother Declan. As you wish!"

Shortly after ending the call, the black-capped person noticed a change at the entrance of Westside Temptation.

A group of men was seen rushing out of the nightclub like they were trying to escape and separated into different directions.

Some of them crossed the streets before they stopped. After looking back, they patted a relieved expression.

Shortly after, the men from the Declan Gang and Yan Gang mixed in with the group of curious bystanders after noticing the men from the Chen Gang talking.

"Looks like we made it out safely. No one seems to be chasing us." A Chen Gang member said.

A brave bystander in a red scarf shortly walked over and curiously asked, "Hey, brothers. May I ask what is happening inside Westside Temptation? Will the nightclub reopen later?"

"You better find another nightclub to chill tonight, buddy. Right now, there's an internal conflict after Brother Chen died. The Chen Gang is fighting amongst themselves to become the new boss. I'm not interested in this, so I can only run."

The gang member excused himself and continued to run away, disappearing at a distant street corner after saying this.

The spies from the Yan Gang and Metti Gang shortly flickered with looks of doubt. However, they did not have time to think before they heard the sudden sound of broken glasses.

Crack!

A glass bottle flew out from the broken window on the second floor before shattering into fragments on the road and spilling its content.

It was a bottle of alcohol.

Not long after, an alcohol bottle broke through another glass window and shattered on the street.

"The conflict inside the nightclub seems serious. Otherwise, why would they waste such good alcohol, ah?" A person on the street commented regretfully while looking at the shattered glasses.

Shortly after, the spies began to ring their respective gang bosses once more.

Meanwhile, inside the nightclub, Albion leaned back on the couch and lazily said, "Ah Zhen, fetch me the next bottle."

"Yes, Boss…"

Ah Zhen complied with a mournful expression, shortly passing a clear bottle with a white tree logo on it to Albion with reluctance.

Albion uncorked the cap before drinking straight from the bottle. Shortly after, he wiped his mouth with his hand and exclaimed in satisfaction, "Ahh, as expected."

Spirits in the alternate world also taste like sh*t.

In his previous world, there were not many spirits that he could enjoy without chasers. He was more of a wine person.

The bottle was quickly resealed before being tossed outside the window like the predecessors before it. Ah Zhen wore a pained expression at Albion's action.

Although it was cheap alcohol, it was still considered an extravagant waste.

"Ah Zhen, next bottle," Albion called.

'Next bottle.'

As a lover of alcohol, these two words were like a hammer on Ah Zhen's heart. Nevertheless, he still obeyed Albion's orders.

At the same time, Albion was staring into the distance with an eerie blackish-red glow to his eyes.

Ding!

[Basic-level Eyes of Ashura (skill) has been unlocked.]

[5 units of Divine Energy has been deducted.]

[Divine Energy: 5/1000.]

Eyes of Ashura was a skill that can only be used by those who practice the Ashura Empyrean Arts.

Using this skill grants Albion with thermal and x-ray vision, allowing him to see through objects and detect all heat sources.

To Albion, this skill was a must-have.

Although the price was relatively high, he felt it was worth it. With this skill, he would be able to peek on all the g—Ahem, to detect all the enemies hidden in his surroundings.

There were other reasons for this skill too, but the biggest one of them all was the practice risk being too high.

It required him to channel Ashura Flames to his eyes before activating [Eyes of Ashura]. However, a slight mistake could blind him.

Seeing that other gangs had yet to arrive after he sent out the baits, Albion began to sink into quiet contemplation.

It has only been a few days, but he had already gone against his values and committed willful killings. The past him would not have been quick to resort to killing.

Some people did not necessarily need to die.

'The Dark Emperor's memories are influencing me too greatly.'

Albion frowned.

He noticed the change was taking place too quickly.

One of these days, he would just turn into the next Dark Emperor—or rather, the Dark Emperor could be revived. If that happened, he would definitely die.

If he thinks about it, absorbing the Dark Emperor's memories was akin to piecing the Dark Emperor's soul fragments back together again.

After all, he was just a mortal soul.

He already had so much trouble moving the True Immortal's body. The possibility of the Dark Emperor reviving was something he could not ignore.

Nevertheless, he should confirm with Goldfinger.

'Do you think the Dark Emperor can revive himself if I keep absorbing his memories even though his soul had already been obliterated into countless soul fragments, Goldfinger?'

[The Dark Emperor may have achieved the True Immortal stage, but this does not mean he is truly immortal. Even for True Immortals, the obliteration of their soul is equal to True Death. However, the Dark Emperor's soul was obliterated by the 10th Tribulation Lightning, an unknown power that had yet to be fully understood. Thus, Goldfinger cannot entirely rule out that possibility.]

Albion sighed.

Since even the system was not sure, there was no point pressing it further on this topic. It was better to address other concerns.

'If I remove the seal, how much time will I have full control of it?' Albion asked.

It has been quite some time since he last checked on this issue. The last time was during the first few weeks he entered the belly of the ancient serpent.

At that time, it was measured to be five minutes exactly.

[0h5m2s]

Goldfinger answered coldly.

Albion's lip twitched immediately.

Two years and three months only increased the duration by a measly two seconds.

At this rate, Albion would really have to take 100,056 years to gain full control of his body if he does not step up his game and cultivate seriously!