
The cigar-smoking man, who had just been passed by, was frozen in fear, unable to speak.
Zoe slowly approached.
She made a "shush" gesture to the woman next to her, who was so terrified she was about to scream. The woman immediately covered her mouth, and Zoe nodded with satisfaction as she quieted down.
She then bent down, picked up the cigar, and inserted it into the man's mouth.
The man was so frightened that he remained motionless, and Zoe softly said, "Open your mouth."
Her tone was commanding and cold.
The cigar-smoking man immediately snapped to attention, opening his mouth stiffly and mechanically to take the cigar.
Seeing this, Zoe smiled kindly. "Is it still difficult now?"
Her tone was gentle, but her words brooked no argument, exuding a powerful pressure that made the cigar-smoking man feel that any attempt to disagree would be fatal.
"No... not difficult!" the man stammered, his voice shaky but firm.
He hurriedly stood up, not daring to remain seated in front of Zoe.
Zoe watched him for a moment before slowly sitting down, her eyes on the slightly bowed man, signaling for him to speak.
"The previous boss, Mister Cheng, passed away recently, and now the second-in-command is in charge."
"New management, new policies. He made a lot of changes. Before you arrived, I was discussing with that guy on the floor whether there would be changes to our Magna Paradise Nightclub under the second-in-command."
"What you mentioned, it’s likely all things he started after taking over."
The cigar-smoking man spoke with the seriousness of a subordinate giving a report, his tone respectful, far from how one might expect the leader of a nightclub to behave.
"Likely?"
Zoe furrowed her brow, her tone colder.
The cigar-smoking man immediately trembled.
He quickly added, "Not likely, it's definitely the second-in-command's doing!"
His tone was resolute, afraid that if he didn’t sound sure enough, he might be smashed by the woman in front of him, who was far more dangerous.
As an experienced and pragmatic dealer in this world, he knew well that someone like him, was no match for this person, a woman nonetheless.
It was wise to cooperate completely.
"Call him over."
Zoe looked at the cigar-smoking man, her voice leaving no room for refusal.
The man knew he had no choice but to comply.
He quickly pulled out his phone and, with Zoe's confirmation, dialed the second-in-command's number.
The entire process was straightforward, without any tricks. The second-in-command was simply asked to come over regarding some nightclub accounting issues. No mention of Zoe was made.
Once done, the cigar-smoking man smiled with a pleasing expression, but Zoe didn’t return the courtesy.
"If the person who shows up isn't who you said, you're done for."
"Also... go squat in that corner."
Zoe pointed to a corner of the room.
Though her emotional sensing confirmed the cigar-smoking man hadn’t plotted anything, she had no interest in responding to his attempts to please her in any disgusting manner.
At the command, the cigar-smoking man obediently walked to the corner and squatted down.
Faced with a woman capable of throwing a solid wood table, he had no thoughts of resisting. Even if given a knife, he wouldn’t dare challenge her.
"Drag those two guys on the floor to the corner, take off their clothes to use as ropes, and tie up all four limbs of the three men."
Zoe looked at the woman, who was still too scared to move, and gave her cold orders, showing no sympathy.
Upon hearing the words, the woman trembled. She hesitated for a moment, but when she saw Zoe’s calm gaze, she immediately rushed to the two unconscious men on the floor and began working quickly.
No matter how scared she was, the woman dared not defy any command from Zoe. She moved the men with resigned obedience.
Zoe slowly reclined on the sofa, waiting for the second-in-command to arrive.
To be honest, she was entirely at ease.
She felt no concern at all.
Dealing with a so-called gang was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. She wasn’t worried about anything going wrong.
It felt like taking a casual stroll after a meal, with no pressure.
Her perception extended a full hundred meters, covering the entire Magna Paradise Nightclub and part of the street outside. Any unusual activity would be noticed immediately.
With her speed and physical strength, she could easily jump out of a window and escape in case of an emergency.
The likelihood of facing anything unusual was minimal.
Even if they brought a dozen men, as long as they didn’t have guns, it wouldn’t matter. More people meant more easy targets.
If she wanted, she could release a wave of murderous intent over the entire nightclub, instantly putting everyone who entered into a deep sleep.
And that was just one of her methods.
As for the potential gang retaliation later, she wasn’t concerned. She didn’t believe these gangs had the ability to track her down. Even if they did, by the time they sensed any threat, she would have already eliminated them, preventing any chance of pursuit.
If these gangs, trying to wash their hands clean, were bold enough to report her to the police, thinking they could investigate at the Magna Paradise Nightclub, they would be wasting their time.
Not only would they struggle to cover up their own crimes, but even if they tried to avoid the police investigating them, it would be impossible to find any trace of Zoe.
When she arrived, she had already altered her voice and appearance. She had bought clothes from a street vendor, wore black contact lenses, used shoe lifts, and taped her fingertips with transparent tape...
And those were just a few of the measures she had taken. She had ensured no one would recognize her.
Moreover, the most important thing was that she left no biological traces behind. She had deliberately avoided all surveillance on the way here.
Because of all this, Zoe was completely relaxed, lying on the sofa without a care.
However...
Watching the woman struggle to move the two unconscious men, listening to the sound of a table crashing to the floor, and sensing the nervousness of the cigar-smoking man in the corner despite his apparent calm, Zoe couldn’t help but feel like the villain.
But after thinking it over, she realized that she was only hastening things for Benny's revenge. It did, in a way, make her seem like a villain driven to achieve her goals at any cost.
It was just too slow waiting for Benny to use his connections to weaken the Mister Cheng's real estate bit by bit.
It was faster to just smash the place.
It couldn’t be helped.
This was the way “speed runners” worked.
She was in a hurry, with plans set to leave in two weeks for Orel Province to undergo further training.
Any interference with her plans, particularly delaying the tasks of signal modulation and demodulation she needed to complete before leaving, would throw off her schedule.
It wasn’t that her plans couldn’t be adjusted.
But Zoe didn’t want to waste time changing them just because a gang was trying to extort her.
If they dared to make a move,
She would break their hands and find out who made the decision. Then, she'd dispose of them—throw them into the water to feed the fish.
So tonight, she had come here to clear through the "Mister Cheng-who" dungeon, straightforwardly and quickly. No need for any frills.
She didn’t want to deal with these 'seemingly illegal asian immigrants' longer than necessary. The quicker she solved this, the sooner Benny would be free from worrying about retaliation.
Lost in thought for some time, Zoe suddenly snapped back to attention. Her enhanced perception turned toward the nightclub entrance.
At the unguarded back door of the Magna Paradise Nightclub, a Mercedes slowly pulled up.
Two bodyguards followed a middle-aged man out of the car and walked with him through the back entrance toward the elevator, heading straight into the nightclub.
The elevator took them not to the dance floor, but to a quiet corner with fewer people.
As she watched them approach the direction of her private room, Zoe knew: the person she was waiting for had arrived.
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