Chapter 169: Showdown
Dong dong dong—
Urgent knocking sounded, a fair and delicate hand grasped the door handle, opening the door.
“Ha, how does Season have time to come find me?” The woman who opened the door had a beautiful face, heroic eyebrows and eyes, wearing a white shirt with a half-open collar and form-fitting black trousers. When she saw the visitor, she couldn’t help laughing, “Come in and talk.”
“Isn’t it because I’m off work with nothing to do, and thinking about our staggered work schedules, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen Crystal Sis. We live close, so I thought I’d come over.” Drake followed the woman into the house.
Crystal Sis, whose real name was Fang Shuijing, the golden bartender of the Good Luck Bar, was also the benefactor who took in Drake when he first arrived in Magic City with nothing. She had always taken good care of him, and to Drake, she was both teacher and friend.
Drake hadn’t met many friends in his life, and Crystal Sis’s status in his heart was self-evident.
Therefore, Drake hadn’t agreed to Chen Xiaolin’s cooperation request, and he didn’t plan to wait until Chen Xiaolin and the others took action. He would end everything himself before it spiraled out of control.
Now was that moment.
This wasn’t the first time Drake had visited Fang Shuijing’s home. Before his current fake identity was processed, he had stayed at her place for a while, and it was during that time that he began learning bartending from her.
During his time with Fang Shuijing, Drake never saw any anomalous behavior from her. In fact, the time spent with her was so comfortable that for a moment he even wanted to escape the destiny of his own bloodline and thought it would be nice to live an ordinary life like that.
However, that was just a moment of “greed.” He knew he was destined to struggle against the fate he bore his entire life, and even until the end of death it wouldn’t be the end. Ordinary was just a luxury for him; enjoying it for a while would be a blessing in this life.
And now, upon learning that Fang Shuijing was also involved with anomaly factors, he felt a brief shock but quickly regained his calm.
Actually, Drake had suspected Fang Shuijing. A woman willing to shelter a merman who couldn’t yet control his own power well, and incredibly not eroded by the merman’s power during their long time together—her normal reactions were actually the most abnormal manifestation. But emotions can blind and bias people.
Perhaps Drake was also expecting someone to tell him the truth, so he could find a reason to act.
“What would you like to drink? Can’t drink alcohol, right.” Fang Shuijing’s home also had a bar counter, both a place for her to entertain and relax at home and her “laboratory” for researching new cocktail recipes. She led the guest to the bar counter and subconsciously wanted to mix a drink, but quickly realized it was wrong and pulled her hand away from the wine bottle.
Drake smiled: “Then just a glass of plain water.”
“Hiss… No room-temperature plain water at home. Is freshly brewed lemonade okay?”
“That works too.”
Fang Shuijing brought Drake a glass of lemonade, then sat down face-to-face with him with a beaming smile, “Spill it, what’s up?”
Drake smiled and pondered for a few seconds, gently rotating the glass with both hands, then said: “Eye of Kuthuen… do you know it?”
Hearing this, Fang Shuijing was stunned for a moment, then laughed: “What? So that’s what you’re asking.”
She lowered her head and blinked, thought for a while, and said: “I thought you’d ask me about this stuff sooner. Didn’t expect you’d wait until now. I thought you didn’t want to ask anymore. Now that you suddenly bring it up, I really don’t know how to answer. But let’s start with what concerns you most.”
She picked up the stirring rod from behind the bar and stirred the slippery ice cubes in the shaker full of ice, saying softly: “Yes, I am a member of the Eye of Kuthuen, even a cadre in the organization.”
Hearing Fang Shuijing’s frank admission, Drake felt a slight bitterness in his heart but didn’t let the emotion linger, sighing: “Zheng Yu was influenced by you, right.”
“Yes.” Fang Shuijing didn’t deny it at all, generously admitting: “But it was also a coincidence. The only fragment of poem and painting recording the location of the Empty Demon Shell that Ye Gong leaked out ended up in Zheng Yu’s hands, and this person was actually a guest at our bar.
After we discovered and completed the poetry, we didn’t steal his collection. We planned to use his current situation to help us accomplish some things, and incidentally help him escape his misery.”
“Does escaping misery mean turning someone into a pervert?” Drake couldn’t agree. Facing Fang Shuijing’s now-revealed anomalous thinking, remembering the person who once showed him a gentle smile, he couldn’t tell which was the real her.
But it didn’t matter anymore. He had made his choice, and Fang Shuijing had made hers.
Fang Shuijing sneered and said: “All beings and things are carriers of desire. Revealing one’s ugliness before the great Kuthuen is truth. Pervert? That’s just the mortals’ view. Drake, as a descendant of an abnormal god, you shouldn’t have such shallow cognition.”
“Morality that transcends desire, dominates and restrains desire—you actually think that’s shallow.”
“The universe is chaotic and indifferent; this is just returning to truth.”
“Humans don’t want to return to the so-called truth, so they reproduce and develop the current order. From this perspective, you who yearn for chaos, recklessness, and submission to desire, and cannot dominate desire and emotion, are actually inferior to the humans you look down on.”
“You’re slandering and distorting!” Fang Shuijing slammed the table and stood up. Her excited pupils split like cells, becoming four in her eye sockets. Her mouth grinned wide, dense fangs emitting a dangerous aura.
Drake looked at the increasingly out-of-control opponent with a hint of sorrow, saying softly: “Aren’t you generalizing humans too?”
The two locked eyes, like lovers passionately facing each other, but their hands held fierce sharp weapons stabbing toward one another…
Mad roars and intense fighting sounds fell from the apartment’s eighth floor to the underground garage. With a final boom, two entangled indescribable things tumbled into the city’s underground sewer full of filth and foul smell.
Following a gruesome sound of skin tearing and bones breaking, the screams and wails abruptly stopped amid blood and darkness.
The disfigured Drake curled up in the bent waterway, foul sewage flowing over his body full of holes, gazing despondently at the deep and oppressive underground space.
Perhaps rotting away like this would be a decent ending…
He had defeated Fang Shuijing but failed to execute her. As kin of Kuthuen, she had more abilities than he imagined. After severing what could be called part of her body, she burrowed into the filthy dirty water and disappeared.
After gasping dazedly for about two minutes, Drake heard a shrill scream and the sound of teeth caressing and gnawing.
Moments later, the clicking of high heels sounded. A swaying, glamorous figure approached, carrying a trace of fragrance.
A voice mixing man and woman echoed in the darkness: “Are you okay, my friend（ delicious）.”
