Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 1152: True Proof (28)

Wan Yiyuan stumbled out of the bar, onto the long street outside.

It was eight in the evening, hours before nightlife would peak, but this famous bar street was already bustling with people. Many trendy youngsters had arrived early to celebrate the festive occasion, to avoid missing out on a spot later on.

Wan Yiyuan had come since the afternoon, managing to knock on the door of a bar and inside he ordered two bottles of foreign liquor, drinking till now.

Now that the drinks were gone, and all his money spent, not a sliver of relief was found, and the fire in his heart burned fiercer, his eyes turning bloodshot red.

Pedestrians on the road quickly made way, not daring to provoke a conflict with the menacing-looking drunken man.

Wan Yiyuan thus reached the parking lot outside the bar street without incident.

Looking at his red BMW, he saw it as a blazing fire, murmuring repeatedly to himself: "Die, all of you, just die!"

Business failure, investments gone, girlfriend left, Wan Yiyuan, born into wealth, had never felt such frustration. Anger, combined with the alcohol, drove him into a frenzied state of mind.

He clenched his car keys tightly, an overwhelming impulse causing him an inexplicable excitement.

At that moment, a figure brushed past Wan Yiyuan, slightly touching him.

"Are you blind?"

Without a second thought, Wan Yiyuan cursed, glaring with his bloodshot eyes: "Idiot, are you in such a hurry to meet your funeral?"

The other person clearly didn’t want trouble and hurried away with faster steps.

"What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen a handsome guy before?"

Wan Yiyuan sprayed a few more insults at the curious passersby, laughing at his own thought-to-be witty comments.

Someone whispered, "Crazy, isn’t he?"

Unexpectedly, Wan Yiyuan’s ears were sharp, and he immediately retorted: "You’re the crazy one, your entire family is crazy!"

He ranted and raved, his head throbbing with hot blood, and he promptly slid into the driver’s seat of the car.

Die, let them all die!

At this moment, Wan Yiyuan’s face was swollen and purplish-red, his features twisted grotesquely, scarcely resembling a human.

He grew more and more agitated, and slammed the ignition button hard.

Just as the BMW roared to life, Wan Yiyuan’s eyes suddenly blacked out, and he seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss, his consciousness dissipating in an instant.

Onlookers curiously gazed in his direction, but no one approached.

Meanwhile, tens of steps away at the street corner, Wang Chen’s lips curled into a faint smile as he blended into the bustling crowd.

The one who had brushed past Wan Yiyuan was none other than Wang Chen, and if not for this light collision, several happy families would have been shattered in minutes.

Wang Chen remembered this Mid-Autumn Festival incident clearly and had seen the subsequent announcements, thus he was familiar with the details.

Since his rebirth, this was the first time he had used his developed Spiritual Energy to kill someone.

The effect was spot-on.

He believed that even the most skilled coroner wouldn’t discern the trick he had played.

And Wang Chen had no regrets about ending a life in such a manner.

Because some people truly cannot be described as "human."

By personally sending such a person to their end, Wang Chen believed he was making the world a slightly better place.

With a heart full of ease, he entered a small tavern.

Just after eight, the small tavern was already full, with many couples occupying the seats, sipping drinks and sweetly whispering sweet nothings to each other.

This atmosphere made Wang Chen feel somewhat out of place.

But he did not leave; instead, he sat down on a stool in front of the bar and slowly sipped a beer he asked for from the bartender.

Since he was here, he might as well treat it as a diversion.

The atmosphere in the small tavern is quite nice, without the restless glaring lights and electronic music, nor can you find any "ladies of drink" masquerading as customers.

A singer sits on the small stage, playing and singing by himself, his deep voice lending a rustic charm to the folk song.

Wang Chen drinks to the music, downing a bottle of beer.

Then he orders another one.

Though Wang Chen looks young, his demeanor doesn’t resemble that of a seventeen-year-old boy, so the bartender didn’t treat him as an underage patron.

Initially, Wang Chen planned to leave after finishing his beer, but a short while later, a fashionably dressed woman arrived in the tavern and took a seat next to him.

Wang Chen took a casual glance.

The woman had a nice figure, likely the result of regular exercise and sculpting, definitely not one crafted by padding.

She wore a bare-faced makeup look, with delicate features, fair skin, and beautiful appearance – her real beauty rating at least eight points or above.

Most importantly, the woman didn’t carry an air of coarseness about her; she seemed to be a well-off urban white-collar worker, with a distinct touch of understated luxury in her attire and manner.

As soon as she sat down, she caught the attention of many in the tavern.

Of course, only those without girlfriends dared to openly ogle her.

The urban beauty, Perception, was quite sharp, and as soon as Wang Chen glanced at her, she noticed and turned to size him up a bit, then curiously asked, "Are you here alone?"

Wang Chen hadn’t expected her to initiate a conversation and nodded in reply, "Yeah, are you here by yourself too?"

"Alone."

The female white-collar worker sighed softly and then raised her hand to summon the bartender, "Erik, a Martini for me, and one for this gentleman as well."

She stretched out her slender, fair fingers to point at Wang Chen sitting beside her.

Then turned to Wang Chen with a smile, "You don’t mind, do you?"

"Of course not."

Wang Chen grinned, "I never turn down a drink offered by someone else, especially not from a beautiful woman."

The female white-collar worker chuckled with amusement in her eyes, "You look quite young, how old are you?"

"That question is a bit sensitive."

Wang Chen shook his head, "Data is confidential."

The female white-collar worker was taken aback at first, then realized and couldn’t help but laugh with her mouth covered, her shoulders shaking continuously.

She no longer doubted Wang Chen’s age – he’s obviously an experienced player!

This white-collar woman grew more interested in Wang Chen and when the bartender delivered the two Martinis, she took one and toasted Wang Chen, "Here’s to being alone."

Wang Chen nodded and raised his cocktail glass, "Thanks, congratulations on once again becoming a member of the singles’ nobility."

The female white-collar worker was immediately astonished, "How did you know?"

Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she intended to surprise her boyfriend, only for him to surprise her instead – turning him into her ex-boyfriend.

She arrived at the tavern feeling down because she found Wang Chen pleasing to the eye, which is why she offered him a drink.

But she never expected Wang Chen to voice her own troubles!

It was rather unbelievable.

"I can read faces."

Wang Chen drained his Martini and smiled, "Would you like me to predict your love life and future?"

In the eyes of the white-collar woman, he suddenly became enshrouded in mystery.

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The second update is here.