The Supreme Satanic System

"No need!" A beautiful voice of a lady chimed from inside the building and a beautiful lady walked out. "He's my guest... Just take that man to the hospital and the club will pay for all necessary bills."

The guard hurried toward the other guard lying on the ground who had been groaning all this time. He picked the heavy guy on his shoulder and left.

Bobby observed her and saw that the lady was another top-notched doll and her face had an expression of innocence that sent out a vibe that would make any man would want to protect her. But, he knew that under that veil of the innocent face lies a vile, and cold-blooded assassin that would stab anyone from the back.

The lady looked at the crowd and said with elegance. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very sorry to make this announcement….. Since because of some inconvenience, we are going to close here for today. So, please, come back tomorrow."

At that moment, Cynthia's beautiful voice chimed inside his head. "Hee-hee-hee, another beauty. Plus, someone will dark aura…. I bet it would be more fun if you can conquer this type of chick too…. Shall I help you make another challenge, just like the case of Scarlette Chanel?"

"Oh, for Jove's sake, can you stop distracting me here? I'm now within the turf of the assassins that had a history with me recently… So shut up!" Bobby said to her telepathically in his mind.

"Okay," Cynthia shrugged and remained quiet once again.

Meanwhile, after all the men and women left the place with disappointment written all over their faces, the lady took some steps toward him and said with a smile, showing him full professional courtesy. "Please excuse us for the inconvenience, sir Bradford… Ah, um, let me introduce myself first. I'm Silla, the manager of this club. And I would like to officially welcome you as our dearest guest."

"Thank you!" Bobby reached out for her hand, shook it, and said with a natural smile. "It's nice to meet you, miss Silla."

"Did you bring the card?" asked Silla candidly.

Bobby reached his hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a golden color card, showing it to her. "This must be it, right? Today I don't know why a box arrived in my name with this card and the address of this building, Gentlemen's Club… So my question is; miss Silla, am I in the right place?"

Silla gazed at him meaningfully for a while and replied. "Yes, this is the right place….

Well, then please follow me. I'll tell you all the details to be discussed later inside my office." She then made a hand gesture and walked inside the building while Bobby followed closely behind her back, sauntering.

After going down through the elevator lift for exactly eleven minutes, it stopped, and the two came out of it. And she then led him from one hall to another, passing through a casino dent first.

There, Bobby spotted many high-profile politicians and business people from the city and also from all around Dwarka Exoplanet that he had seen in his morning news and saw that unlike their elegant nature portrait played outside, here they became truly someone else that the public would never imagine about.

Here, they screamed like some street thugs, drinking, betting, and some of them secretly grope the beautiful clubbing ladies' arses from time to time.

Unlike outside, this place was extremely loud.

Seeing that Bobby stopped while gazing all around the casino, Silla smiled and said, "If you like them, I can play for a bit here. And I can give you free chips in the house."

"Nah! I'm good. I'm not into these things." Bobby rejected flatly and further added, saying. "Also, playing such stupid games and spending dollars on these addictive bungles are simply for pussies."

As everyone inside this casino was high-class Origin Chi Cultivators, they could hear his voice clearly, and since he was someone talking to the boss lady of this club who rarely stay indifferent all the time, making them curious. So, as a matter of fact, all of their attention was on them all along while they mind their own business.

The boisterous hall turned pin dropped silence the next second and Bobby's last word of his statement echoed inside the hall.

Pussies! Pussies! Pussies….sies..sies..!

Bobby felt somehow that everyone's attention turned to him, and he smiled wryly. "Ahem-ahem! Miss Silla, can we go now?"

"Okay, this way." Silla walked toward a shabby-looking door and Bobby followed.

When Bobby was approaching the door that Silla had just entered, someone inside the casino shouted at him. "Hey, stop there!...  Did you think you can just walk away after insulting all of us here?"

Bobby treated him like air and continued strolling toward the shabby-looking wooden door.

Seeing his indifference further infuriated the man making his incense, and he yelled, "Stop there, you fucking runt! I have already seen your face, and it's a matter of fact that it would take not much time to figure out who the fuck you are. And I will find you and your family and kill you all…. Oh, and in addition, I'm a gentleman to the core and I don't kill ladies. Instead," He wetted his lips licentiously and added. "I'll take them all in as my women and made them pay for the sin you just committed…. Judging by your look, I believe the lady who gave birth to you must be a fucking vixen. Hahaha!! But hey don't worry I'm gonna take care of your mama, in bed every night. I'll make her reach heaven so much that she would forget about her deceased son and husband within a night. Hahaha..."

And many people inside the casino burst into a peal of hysterical laughter.

Bobby, who was opening the wooden door and was about to enter with one leg putting behind the other side of the door, halted abruptly and turned around, and gazed at all the people inside the casino.

"What?... Are you afraid now, little runt? I'm a generous man. I'll give you another chance. Come here and beg me by kneeling before me first and.." The man further added, looking at his shoes. "Hmm, it's clear that the existence of a Defect like you among us here seems to have made my shoes look dull, so start cleaning them by licking on them like a good dog as you are… then I can spare you and your family's life. Still, I'm planning to bed your mother tonight."

And they filled the hall with the peals of laughter.

Bobby finally spotted the man provoking him and saw that he was a middle-aged man with a thick mustache, a real macho with a tall, muscular physique. He walked toward him slowly, step by step, while gazing at him all the time.

With every step he took, an intense aura spread out more and more from his body, and as a result, made all of those laughing and mocking him and shut all their mouths tight.

Sensing the overbearing aura spiking rapidly inside the room, the sneering expression of the middle-aged man froze and changed into a serious face.

"Humph," snorted the man and added. "If you wish to die, that must, then I'll fulfill your desire and send you to your maker."

He then started conjuring a weapon summoning spell as he made various hand seals infusing out a large amount of gray color Origin Chi from his hands and finally he shouted, "Come forth, my Earth Shaking Hammer!" Then a large and heavy-looking hammer materialized in his hand from the gray Origin Chi.

Bobby didn't bat an eye as he kept walking step by step all this time.

His arrogant attitude got the better of him and crept into the middle-aged man's skin, making him irritated, so he infused all of his Origin Chi into his Iron elemental, Giant hammer making the floor shake as its name. " Fucking runt, I will smash your head into smithereens. Earth Shaking Hammer, Ultimate strike!"

The middle-aged man lifted the hammer above his head high in the air and sprinted at the youth approaching him.

Within seconds, he reached and struck down upon you, aiming at his head.

Everyone who was expecting to watch a great show of a desperate all-out fight from the youth shook their heads in disappointment, but the next scene made everyone dumbfound and a few of them opened their mouths in awe.

The one who was even more shocked was none other than the middle-aged man who was striking the giant grey hammer against the youth.

As everyone saw the youth stopping the full strike of the hammer with his index finger.

"So, are you still planning to make me kneel and wipe your shoes with my tongue?" asked Bobby, making a devilish grin at him.

Soon the middle-aged man regained his sense and tried to retrieve his weapon, but it didn't budge a bit as if Bobby's index finger was glued to it.