Chapter 75: Adder Appears
Saturday night.
South Beach, Miami.
This is a paradise for vacationers, and a breeding ground for sin.
Colorful neon lights illuminate the entire coastline like daylight, with the roar of sports cars mingling with the teasing calls of street girls.
The sea breeze carries the smell of alcohol, perfume, and sin.
A black Maybach pulls up in front of Venom Bar.
The car door opens.
Serafina steps out gracefully in silver stilettos.
Today she's wearing a deep V-neck red dress.
The hem barely covers the top of her thighs, revealing two long, straight legs.
The plunging neckline is cut to the extreme, showing off her stunning figure completely.
Her wine-red wavy hair falls loosely over her shoulders, gleaming with an alluring sheen under the neon lights.
She looks like a poppy blooming at nightfall—sexy, deadly, impossible to look away from.
Leo gets out from the other side.
He's wearing a perfectly tailored custom black suit, no tie, shirt collar slightly open, radiating an unapproachable coldness and deadly aura.
He walks to Serafina's side, naturally extending his arm.
Serafina smiles seductively, her slender arm linking through his.
The two walk side by side toward the bar entrance.
Like the emperor and queen of the night, their presence is so powerful that the drunk customers at the door instinctively clear a path.
The bar's heavy black door is pushed open.
Deafening heavy metal music pours out like a tidal wave.
Inside the bar, the lighting is dim and hazy.
Colorful lasers dance wildly through the smoke.
On the dance floor, countless men and women are moving their bodies frantically to the music.
The air is thick with the mixed smell of alcohol, perfume, and sweat.
Leo and Serafina enter the bar.
The music makes the floor vibrate slightly.
Shards of glass on the floor reflect cold light.
Leo, expressionless, steps over the glass shards, walking toward the bar as if entering an empty space.
The powerful aura radiating from his core makes people around him instinctively move aside.
Serafina follows elegantly beside him, a seductive smile on her face.
Her gaze casually sweeps over the VIP area on the second floor.
Through the transparent one-way glass, she spots the legendary Adder.
Second-floor VIP area.
Here, it's completely isolated from the noise downstairs.
The transparent one-way glass overlooks the entire bar, but outsiders can't see what's happening inside.
Adder is about forty-five, thin, with eyes as cold as a snake's.
Right now, he's sitting in the main seat on a leather sofa, legs crossed.
Across from him sit three South American drug dealers in floral shirts.
On the table, neatly arranged, are over a dozen bundles of US dollars bound with rubber bands.
A rough estimate—at least five million dollars.
"Pedro, this month's payment, not a cent short."
Adder extends his long fingers, lightly tapping the sofa armrest, his cold gaze sweeping over the three men across from him.
"I hope next month... you'll be just as reliable."
The lead dealer, Pedro Bynum, smiles ingratiatingly, "Adder, don't worry, we're all about trust in business."
Adder snorts coldly, saying nothing more.
Behind him, thirty mercenaries armed to the teeth are scattered throughout the VIP area.
Each wears a black tactical vest, pistol at their waist, automatic rifle in hand.
Their eyes scan the surroundings alertly, ready to respond to any situation.
First floor, the bar.
Leo and Serafina sit down on barstools.
"Get me a bottle of your most expensive stuff."
Serafina deliberately raises her voice, laughing coquettishly at the bartender.
She leans forward slightly, making her plunging neckline even more obvious.
Several greedy gazes immediately turn her way.
"And..."
She turns to look at Leo, extending a slender finger to trace along his jawline.
"Get my man a whiskey."
The bartender swallows hard, fumbling to get the drinks.
Leo leans against the bar, his gaze calmly surveying the entire establishment.
He's already mentally rehearsed tonight's operation countless times.
The Shadow squad members should already be in position by now.
Second-floor VIP area.
Adder's gaze falls through the one-way glass onto Serafina at the bar.
When he sees that breathtaking figure and seductive posture, his cold eyes instantly light up, flashing with naked greed.
Adder licks his lips, "Now that's a prize."
"A top-quality piece like that shouldn't be wasted on trash."
He waves his hand behind him.
"Go, bring that woman up here."
Two burly mercenaries immediately leave the VIP area, heading downstairs.
Downstairs, the bar.
The bartender has just brought the drinks.
Serafina picks up her glass, about to drink.
"Thud, thud."
Heavy footsteps sound behind her.
Two mercenaries in tactical vests approach the bar.
The one in front is over 6.5 feet tall, with a viper tattoo on his neck.
He speaks with a condescending attitude, arrogantly, "Hey, beautiful, our boss wants you to come upstairs for a drink."
His tone leaves no room for negotiation—it's more like an order.
Serafina smiles seductively, doesn't answer, but turns to look at Leo.
Leo picks up his whiskey and takes a light sip.
Then, he says flatly:
"She doesn't want to go."
His voice is soft, yet unusually clear in the noisy music.
"What?"
The mercenary freezes for a moment, then his face darkens.
He lifts his tactical vest, revealing the black pistol at his waist.
"This isn't a request."
His companion also steps forward, hand on his holster.
The customers around them sense trouble and back away.
The atmosphere instantly freezes.
Leo sets down his glass and sighs.
"Why is it..."
He slowly turns around, looking at the two mercenaries.
"There's always someone... who doesn't know what death means?"
The mercenary sneers coldly, about to draw his gun.
However.
His hand just touches the grip.
Leo moves.
So fast, only an afterimage is visible.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two dull thuds sound almost simultaneously.
Two knife-hand strikes land precisely on the arm joints of both mercenaries.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of breaking bones echoes at the bar.
Both mercenaries' arms twist into unnatural angles.
Their pistols clatter to the floor.
"Ahhh!"
Piercing screams instantly drown out the music.
Both men clutch their broken arms, faces pale, legs giving out as they collapse to their knees.
At the DJ booth, the DJ is startled by the sudden screams, and his hand slips.
The music cuts off abruptly.
The entire bar instantly falls silent.
Everyone freezes.
Hundreds of eyes turn toward the bar in unison.
The men and women writhing wildly on the dance floor stop moving.
Customers drinking and chatting stare blankly at the two mercenaries on the ground, screaming and clutching their broken arms.
Leo sits back down on his barstool and picks up his whiskey.
As if nothing happened.
Serafina smiles seductively. She raises her glass, lightly clinking it against Leo's.
They had wanted to cause trouble, to draw Adder out.
They didn't expect Adder to start it himself.
The VIP area's glass door is pushed open.
Countless footsteps sound from the stairs.
Over twenty mercenaries carrying automatic rifles rush down from the second floor.
Dark gun barrels all point at Leo at the bar.
Adder walks out of the VIP area, standing at the second-floor railing, looking down from above.
His eyes are cold as a viper's, fixed on Leo.
"Buddy..."
Adder's voice echoes through the quiet bar.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Leo looks up at Adder on the second floor.
Their gazes collide in the air.
After a long moment.
Leo's lips curl into a cold smile, "Wrecking the place."