Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Chapter 146: Chapter 145: The Oblivious Lin Hua

At one in the morning, within a high-class neighborhood, two figures appeared like apparitions, completely undetectable in their silence—not even the security cameras could capture their movements, let alone their shapes or faces.

If the on-duty security guard had discovered them, he probably would have screamed in terror, believing he had seen ghosts. For in the camera footage, there was nothing but two blobs of darkness.

Lin Hua had just returned from Club Number Eight, a place akin to heaven on earth. Here, as long as you had money, you could do as you pleased and obtain anything you desired.

Somewhat intoxicated, Lin Hua entered his house and collapsed directly onto the sofa, his eyes bleary.

"Mmm, not bad, really not bad, that skin, tsk tsk, so white," Lin Hua murmured with a smirk and a chuckle.

Club Number Eight was undoubtedly one of the top-graded clubs. It attracted not only the wealthy scions but also the nouveau riche from the surrounding areas.

"Haha, I, Lin Hua, am both handsome and rich. Which woman wouldn't like me?"

"Even if it's a man, who dares to mess with me? Anyone who messes with me, I'll kill them all! Kill them!"

"Ye Ling, don't worry, I've hired a top-grade assassin from Netherworld. You definitely won't survive the next couple of days, definitely!"

The arrogant Lin Hua had long disregarded the warnings of Meteor, a third-rate assassin from Netherworld.

Ye Ling, even if it's a top-grade assassin, can't kill him—that was Meteor's advice. Unfortunately, Lin Hua either forgot this or he placed too much faith in what he chose to believe.

"Zang Hua, heh heh, he's an absolute powerhouse from Netherworld. I heard he's even slain beings stronger than top-grade assassins. Who can stand against him?" Lin Hua said, brimming with confidence as he stood up and swung his arms excitedly.

Alcohol completely numbed his brain, and in his dreamlike state, he seemed to see himself as invincible, commanding the winds and rains, with Ye Ling lying in a bloody pool struck down by Zang Hua's blade.

Creak, the tightly closed security door suddenly opened. The creaking sound in the dead of night seemed like the silent approach of a bone-chilling demon, quiet yet enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

"Who's there!" Lin Hua shouted in alarm, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol, now staring roundly at the empty doorway.

Thud, thud, came a series of piercing sounds—those of high heels tapping on the floor tiles.

A figure suddenly appeared at the empty doorway. Lin Hua's hair seemed to stand on end as if struck by lightning.

No matter how skilled one is, they're still afraid of kitchen knives; no matter how drunk one is, they're still afraid of ghosts!

Even more so for someone like Lin Hua, who had done countless unspeakable deeds, the sight of the sudden shadow almost scared him into wetting his pants.

However, looking up at the long, slender legs, white as snow, with skin that seemed to glint with shimmering light, it was seductive beyond measure.

Short leather shorts, a tight leather jacket accentuated an almost perfect figure. Lin Hua's eyes widened as he saw the fiery red hair and the nearly bewitching face beneath it. He couldn't help but lick his lips.

"May I ask who you are?" Lin Hua hurriedly straightened his clothes, bleary-eyed as he approached the woman.

This woman could be no one else but Zang Hua. Her face was frosty, and her narrow eyes swirled with a captivating light.

"Netherworld, Zang Hua," Zang Hua answered coldly, then walked into the house and reclined on the leather sofa, presenting her perfect figure to Lin Hua's eyes unabashedly.

Netherworld's Gate, Zang Hua!

Lin Hua was immediately overjoyed, and at the same time, his mind wandered into fantasy. The famous Zang Hua of Netherworld's Gate was actually an extremely beautiful woman—far superior to any top courtesan of that shabby No. 8 Mansion.

Pah, what a gap, a huge gap, completely incomparable, like heaven and earth.

"Tsk tsk, so you are Miss Zang Hua. Well, I am your employer, Lin Hua. It was indeed I who offered the hefty sum of one billion to buy Ye Ling's life!" Lin Hua walked over to the wine cabinet opposite the sofa and sat down on a stool, speaking indifferently.

A flicker of disgust passed through Zang Hua's eyes. It was clear to see, this guy was just showing off.

"Have you completed your task?" Lin Hua said, and then he took out a bottle of Lafite, opened it, poured the wine into a glass, and walked toward Zang Hua.

Zang Hua glanced at Lin Hua, her tone somewhat indifferent, "What do you think?"

Lin Hua instantly became more alert, "Tsk tsk, worthy of Miss Zang Hua, who has killed enemies even stronger than top-tier hitmen. With your involvement, success is absolutely guaranteed!"

On the official website of Netherworld's Gate, rough information on each assassin was listed for employers to choose from. Of course, for people like Lin Hua, they didn't have the privilege of choice; they could only accept whoever Netherworld's Gate assigned to them.

Zang Hua, adept in assassinations, combat, seduction; she once single-handedly fought against ten top-tier killers, killing six of them at the cost of severe injuries while the other four fled.

This piece of information was available only to certain employers with specific qualifications.

"Miss Zang Hua, have a taste. This is Lafite from the '00s, truly the aristocrat among wines. Someone with your sophistication would naturally not believe the lies circulating on the internet." Lin Hua offered Zang Hua a glass of wine.

Lin Hua's words were clear to Zang Hua. Nowadays, on the internet—in some fiction and exaggerated records—people claimed that only '86 Lafite was the best. But really, these were just tales that could fool fellow countrymen.

The entire vineyard only had so many bottles of wine produced per year, just one country's annual consumption could exhaust Lafite; even a decade would not be enough to produce it all.

Zang Hua held the wine glass, gently swirling it. The bright red liquid flowed slowly inside the glass, the color vivid, the flavor a bit bitter yet with a hint of sweet fragrance.

"Miss Zang Hua, how much money do you make in a year doing this job?"

"I think, your line of work is too dangerous, always facing death. The money you make must be hard to enjoy with peace of mind."

"I feel—just my feeling—that for a beauty like you, marrying a man who is suave, wealthy, and kind to you could be your best destination."

As Lin Hua spoke, a fervent look rose in his eyes. The numbness from the alcohol, paired with Zang Hua's appearance, was leading him to gradually entertain some absurd ideas.

After listening to him, Zang Hua coldly smirked, picked up the wine glass, and poured all of the liquid from the glass straight onto Lin Hua's head.

Then, with a swift pull, the still somewhat stunned Lin Hua was yanked face-to-face with Zang Hua.

Zang Hua's fingers gently toyed with Lin Hua's face. Watching his excitement grow, Zang Hua's heart, however, was filled with a thick, icy intent to kill.

"Are you trying to confess your love to me?"

Her words made Lin Hua startle, and he quickly nodded.