In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

Although the bar's business was just a front, 'Bartender' Gu Wen-ting had always tried his best to do this part-time job well.

He was usually very patient and would try his best to satisfy the normal demands of normal customers, occasionally chatting with them about life, the future of the Fortress, and the terrible shapes of diseased body organs.

—Although he usually didn't have many customers.

Of course, sometimes some drunkards, their brains numbed by alcohol, would mistakenly wander in.

If the drunkards were impolite and yelled at Gu Wen-ting, then Gu Wen-ting wouldn't mind adding a little bit of material storage to his main business.

Gu Wen-ting's rank in the Blackfire Gang wasn't very high.

Every time at the year-end summary meeting, he could only sit in chairs numbered twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth.

But in the past thirty-five years, Gu Wen-ting had been working diligently for the Blackfire Gang and the gang's predecessor.

He was already a veteran figure in the Blackfire Gang, and one of the few lower-city gang members who only needed to endure a few more years to reach the age of sixty and retire to enjoy a peaceful old age in the mid-city.

So, Gu Wen-ting was mostly mild-tempered.

As time went on, Gu Wen-ting himself would have an illusion…

As if he really was a bartender.

The last time he touched a gun was seven or eight years ago.

At that time, the forty-ninth floor was in chaos.

A newly rising gang, with the support of some officials in the upper city, attempted to challenge the Blackfire Gang's dominant position in the 'organ trade' field, and he was also attacked here.

The result of that firefight was obvious: they won seven or eight years of stable life.

The gang has been a little restless recently.

Big-mouth Hua died unexpectedly on the thirteenth floor when he ran into problems while kidnapping a female doctor.

Sufficient medical resources are the Blackfire Gang's greatest confidence.

There are hundreds of medical workers working for the Blackfire Gang, and they are fitted with bomb shackles that will blow off a leg if they leave a specific area.

—Even if a whole leg is blown off, this doctor can continue to exert his value.

Simply put, kidnapping doctors, cultivating doctors, and controlling doctors is to maintain the core interests of the Blackfire Gang.

Their BOSS kept sending people to get rid of that doctor and the doctor's helpers, which Gu Wen-ting could understand.

If it were him, he would do the same, and must ensure that the core interests of the Blackfire Gang were not damaged.

But what Gu Wen-ting couldn't understand was why the BOSS suddenly sent Night Hawk to the forty-sixth floor to ambush that security captain.

This may be an order from the upper city.

According to rumors among the gang's management, that captain named Zhou Zhengde was the son of the Fortress Minister of Internal Affairs.

Zhou Zhengde had previously been demoted to the mid-city as a security captain because he strongly opposed human experiments at the Thirteenth Biological Institute.

'An upper-city young master.'

Gu Wen-ting couldn't help but complain in his heart:

'Once involved in this kind of Fortress upper-city, or even the struggle involving the interests of the war zone, the Blackfire Gang will soon be crushed.'

'Alas, you bastards, why can't you let me retire properly?'

'The BOSS is too obedient to the Thirteenth Institute…'

Thinking of this, Gu Wen-ting felt slightly agitated, but suddenly heard a young man's voice beside him.

“I want a pot of Biluochun.”

Gu Wen-ting stopped wiping the goblet, habitually showing a gentle smile, and looked up at the man in front of him.

Gu Wen-ting was stunned.

He could be considered to have seen countless people, although most of the time, what he saw were drug-numbed, listless eyes.

But this young man in front of him… these calm, bright eyes with a hint of detachment left a deep impression on Gu Wen-ting.

'This is a young man with a story.'

'But…'

“What is Biluochun?” Gu Wen-ting asked with a smile.

Wang Jixuan calmly replied: “A kind of tea.”

“Tea?”

Gu Wen-ting put down the goblet and the gauze used as a rag, and adjusted his bow tie with a white-gloved hand.

“I do have tea here, and it can even be said that only four or five places in the entire Fortress have tea, and other than here, all the other tea must be found in the upper city.

“But how do you know about this, young man?”

Their conversation attracted the attention of several Blackfire Gang thugs.

Wang Jixuan's hands were naturally placed on the edge of the counter, which prevented those thugs and Gu Wen-ting from noticing any danger.

Wang Jixuan followed the trend and said: “I heard people mention it.”

“Oh?” Gu Wen-ting smiled and said, “Young man, you seem to know exactly what this place is.”

“The Blackfire Gang's territory.”

Wang Jixuan said calmly:

“There is a huge cold storage under the tavern, and this is also one of the core assets of the Blackfire Gang… This is an almost public secret on the forty-ninth floor, too many people have seen you transporting people here.”

The sound of bullets being loaded came from the side.

In the three corners of the tavern and behind the railings on the second floor, a total of seven men looked over at the same time, and several people stopped exhaling smoke.

Gu Wen-ting asked: “Then what about you? Who are you? Here to cause us trouble?”

“I'm here to negotiate.”

Wang Jixuan used a little bit of military tactics and continued:

“I was sent by a security captain from the mid-city to talk to your Blackfire Gang's BOSS.

There are some things I think you already know, the Blackfire Gang doesn't have much time left.”

Gu Wen-ting's expression became extremely solemn.

Although two-thirds of the forty-ninth floor area is controlled by the other two gangs, the Blackfire Gang has absolute dominance in its own territory.

The more than six thousand humans and forty thousand material bodies living here form a strictly hierarchical town.

What the young man in front of him said was only known by no more than thirty people in this place.

“I think I should contact my BOSS first.”

Gu Wen-ting put his hands on the edge of the counter, leaned his body slightly forward, and said with a smile:

“But before I contact my BOSS, you need to answer me a few questions, your name, your specific identity, the name and power of your boss behind you, and his position in the power.

“This is our territory, even if the Fortress Executive Officer comes, they need to abide by the rules here.

“Now, answer me, what's your name? Young man.”

Gu Wen-ting deliberately narrowed his eyes.

He, who has been looking up at the entire Fortress in the dark corners for many years, is now like a poisonous snake exuding a ghostly cold aura.

—At least, that’s how he felt.

“Is he Mu Liang?”

A slightly surprised shout suddenly came from behind the railing on the second floor.

A man wearing a top hat held the terminal panel in front of him and let out a light sigh:

“The database shows that he is a technician… The mid-city technician that BOSS issued an arrest warrant for before! Mu Liang! It's him!”

Gu Wen-ting's eyes narrowed.

He remembered that such a message had once popped up in his text communication machine, which was only equipped by the Blackfire Gang management.

[04: The person who killed Night Hawk is called Mu Liang, suspected to be a psychic, the higher-ups are already investigating, and information related to this guy has been blocked. Some information about him can be found in the database that hasn't been updated yet, he seems to be an ordinary technician.]

Night Hawk's headless corpse flashed before Gu Wen-ting's eyes.

The three words 'psychic' seemed like a curse, instantly turning his face pale and causing a few drops of cold sweat to appear on his forehead…

The atmosphere in the tavern became a little strange.

The visiting young man sat on the high chair and stared at the bartender in front of him with a smile;

The old bartender's slightly loose skin was trembling slightly, staring at the young man's eyes.

In the corner, several burly men wearing dark green tracksuits simultaneously reached into their arms;

On the second floor, two Blackfire Gang members wearing suits and top hats silently picked up shotguns and tranquilizer guns…

Gu Wen-ting suddenly lowered his head!

He was going to grab the pistol attached under the counter!

Gu Wen-ting had barely made a move when he felt a blur in front of him.

More than a dozen pink strips of paper talisman unfolded almost instantly, and the young man in front of him suddenly lunged forward and grabbed his collar!

Bang! Bang bang!

Several people next to him fired decisively!

Gu Wen-ting couldn't believe what he was seeing:

Those paper talismans actually flashed with dazzling golden light in an instant, the golden light connected into one piece, overlapping each other, forming a thin golden shield wall, and the pistol bullets that were fired were bounced off and distorted!

The young man who grabbed his collar had already lunged forward with the force of pulling him in the second before the golden light exploded, throwing him behind the counter.

Gu Wen-ting's back of his head slammed heavily on the stone floor, and a sense of dizziness hit him.

In his sight, the young man named Mu Liang darted forward with a lowered body, his movements flowing smoothly, and his hands continuously flicked as fast as phantoms!

Streaks of black light shot out!

The sound of gunfire in the tavern stopped abruptly.

Gu Wen-ting didn't know what was happening outside, but he heard the muffled sound of someone falling from the second floor.

Were they taken care of?

All of his subordinates here were taken care of?

Wang Jixuan stood up from his kneeling position, and the dozen or so talismans pressed in his palm were pushed back into his sleeve with his fingers.

Compared to the metal throwing knives he threw out wrapped in [Qi], bullets were indeed faster.

But it didn't matter, Wang Jixuan had already figured out a way to resist ordinary pistol bullets.

He only needed to use more than a dozen Vajra Talismans at the same time to achieve three or four seconds of 'full protection'.

Wang Jixuan looked down at the bartender Gu Wen-ting and asked with a smile:

“Where is your tea?”

"You can't threaten me, kid," Goodwin gasped, his breath trembling slightly. "You can kill me, I've lived long enough. That's the truth. Don't think you'll get any valuable information from me! They'll be here in a minute!"

Wang Jixuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

In his perception, there was a huge cavity beneath his feet, and below that, some... some mottled and weak auras.

Interrogation was the most troublesome thing he was bad at.

This tavern was located in the northwest corner of the Blackfire Gang's territory and was an important warehouse in the rear.

Wang Jixuan had to act quickly. Before the Blackfire Gang members in the cold storage below discovered the problem with the tavern, he needed to extract the information he wanted most from this old man.

"Actually, this humble Taoist very much wants to persuade people to be good."

Wang Jixuan reached into the inner pocket of his jacket with his right hand, took out a blank talisman paper, bit his index finger, forced out a wisp of qi, and quickly drew complex runes on the talisman paper.

"But at the very least, the object of this humble Taoist's persuasion must first be a person."

Wang Jixuan's right hand formed a sword finger, and he pressed the blood-colored talisman paper downwards, forcefully tapping it on Goodwin's forehead.

Soul Seize!