Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 874 - 871: Group Fight (Part 1)

Lin Tian snapped his fingers, and a silhouette suddenly appeared in front of the threesome, startling Liu Wenxing and Zhou Botong.

It was none other than Rossi. At the Night Rose Bar, Lin Tian had already signaled Rossi, so he had been following them stealthily all along. For him, a vampire, tailing a car was a piece of cake.

"Brother Tian, here’s the stuff you wanted." Rossi handed Lin Tian a bag, leaving Liu Wenxing and Zhou Botong puzzled as to what could be inside. Could it be weapons for a fight?

"Rossi, stand guard at the entrance later and don’t let anyone in," Lin Tian instructed calmly.

"Yes, Brother Tian." Rossi didn’t ask any questions, executing Lin Tian’s orders faithfully.

It wasn’t until Rossi left that Zhou Botong and Liu Wenxing regained their composure. Although they knew about Rossi’s existence, his ghostly appearances always caught them off guard. Yet neither said anything.

"There seem to be a lot of Japanese at the Black Dragon Bar. Since when were there so many Japanese in Xikou City?" Liu Wenxing observed the bar and questioned curiously. Lin Tian shook his head, indicating he didn’t know.

Zhou Botong patted Liu Wenxing’s shoulder and said, "We all know that Japanese people care a lot about their personal image in public and are very ceremonial. You can tell by how often they bow, even more so than the English."

"But what most people don’t know is that Japanese people are very indulgent at night, especially Japanese men. They like to watch strip shows and go to entertainment venues at night, with bars being a very important venue."

"Just take Japan’s Kyoto City, for example—there are even more bars than in our Huaxia Jinhua City. Now, a bar opened by Japanese in Xikou City is bound to attract other Japanese from within the city. That’s why there seem to be so many Japanese here," Zhou Botong explained.

"I see, Japanese people are truly fake gentlemen, quite hypocritical," Liu Wenxing said disdainfully.

"Of course, why else would Japanese adult films be so developed? There’s a market demand for it," Lin Tian chuckled.

"But with so many people in the bar, how are we supposed to find Sun Decai?" Zhou Botong was a bit troubled. Smartphone location can only work in a general area, but the Black Dragon Bar is crowded and chaotic, making it hard to find anyone.

Lin Tian said nothing, just gestured for them to stay calm. Finding someone wasn’t a problem for him. His gaze scanned through the dance floor as he activated his super vision, taking in the entire layout of the bar with ease.

There were people drinking in the booths, others indulging in drugs and partying wildly. Lin Tian even saw a few couples getting it on in the dimly lit corridors, the women’s unabashed moans and the men’s heavy breathing echoing in the darkness.

Such chaotic scenes would be impossible at the Night Rose Bar, but Lin Tian couldn’t be bothered. He continued his sweep and finally spotted Sun Decai in a large booth.

Seated with Sun Decai were the Bai Family’s second young master, Bai Yufeng, the Futian brat, Futian Shenyi, and some other Japanese, all sporting sleazy little mustaches. Lin Tian lumped them all together as Japanese.

Seeing Futian Shenyi, Lin Tian could pretty much guess that this Black Dragon Bar was opened by this little rascal. Last time, Futian Shenyi wanted to acquire the Night Rose Bar, but Lin Tian chased him away, so the rascal opened one here.

Lin Tian specifically noted the booth’s name, which was still in Japanese characters, but Lin Tian knew it translated to "Cherry Blossom Night."

Liu Wenxing and Zhou Botong looked at the dazed Lin Tian curiously, exchanging glances, unable to understand what Lin Tian was planning.

Lin Tian withdrew his visual sweep and opened the bag Rossi brought. Liu Wenxing and Zhou Botong quickly leaned in, thinking Lin Tian was about to hand out weapons.

But when they got a clear look at the contents of the bag, they were immediately disappointed, as it contained not weapons, but three masks—three ghost god masks.

"Put on the masks," Lin Tian said.

"Why?" The two were very puzzled but still followed Lin Tian’s instructions and put on the masks.

Their masks were of demonic appearances, while Lin Tian’s mask was of a demon god image, complete with a pair of jet-black horns. Once the masks were on, their original appearances were completely concealed.

"You guys are probably wondering why wear masks. If we don’t wear masks, today’s fight won’t happen. Sun Decai recognizes me; if he sees it’s me, would he still dare fight us? What’s the fun in that?" Lin Tian explained.

"Right, I didn’t think of that. Wearing masks is indeed better," Zhou Botong realized suddenly.

"Later, just follow me and charge inside quietly. Don’t make a sound. Once you see Sun Decai, just start hitting, got it?" Lin Tian instructed.

"Silent action, I like it, hehe," Zhou Botong said excitedly.

Lin Tian shook his head helplessly, leading the way to the dance floor, as they had to pass through it to reach the booths.

The appearance of three masked individuals in the dance floor didn’t cause panic; instead, it fueled the crowd’s excitement. In a bar full of bizarre outfits, wearing masks was hardly unusual.

Some women, barely dressed in just their underwear, deliberately rubbed their bodies against Lin Tian. All around him were various breasts and bodies.

He could even hear the sound of Liu Wenxing and Zhou Botong swallowing hard behind him. Such temptations could hardly be resisted by ordinary men.

Lin Tian quickly grabbed their wrists, squeezed past the entangling women, and pulled them through rapidly.

"Whew..." having passed through the dance floor, Liu Wenxing and Zhou Botong both exhaled deeply.

"The enemy was too strong, I almost surrendered," Zhou Botong exaggeratedly said.

"Stop blabbing and find a suitable weapon for yourself. We’re about to get to work," Lin Tian chided, looking down on Zhou Botong’s cowardice. He’s all talk but wouldn’t dare touch those women even if asked.

Talking business, the two quickly searched around. When they returned, Lin Tian almost fainted.

Liu Wenxing’s weapon was a folding stool. Lin Tian was seriously doubting whether this guy watched Mr. Xing’s "God of Cookery" too many times.

Zhou Botong’s weapon was even more extravagant, holding a slab of brick in hand. Could it be that this guy had a penchant for brick fights? He did the same last time.

"Uh, Brother Tian, what about your weapon? You promised us you’d hold back on brute force and not rely solely on your abilities," Zhou Botong reminded him.

Lin Tian was at a loss. Since he promised, he would make do. He walked over to a row of wooden railings. Under their curious gazes, Lin Tian twisted and "crack," snapped off a wooden piece as thick as a wrist. Amidst the chaotic scene, no one in the bar noticed.

Looking at the over one-meter-long wooden stick, both gave a thumbs-up in admiration. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Armed with "weapons" and wearing masks, the trio arrived outside the "Cherry Blossom Night" booth.