The night expands as black angel wings, protecting the earth as she dreams.

Orpheus decided to visit a bar and drink. He didn’t go towards the popular bar but instead, choose a smaller one.

The small bar’s misty lights were vague yet dreamlike. The bar was packed with customers. The thick scent of alcohol filled the air. Unrestrained and charming laughter continuously arose.

Orpheus only got a few steps in when a lady with heavy makeup and gaudy clothing approached him; her upper body was covered with only a thin top tank, while her lower body was a red leather miniskirt. Holding an amber-colored liquor in her hand, she staggered and plastered herself onto him.

“Handsome, will you treat me to a drink?” The woman’s voice was very coy, enough to make any man nauseated.

Orpheus frowned; he didn’t like when people touched him without his consent. He decided to play; he was bored anyway.

Having decided to play, Orpheus had a nefarious smile plastered on his face; he had not much interest in a woman like that; she seemed too easy, he pushed the woman away from his body,

“I have no interest in a drunk sow.”

Apparently, some parts of the woman’s brain were still sober because when the woman heard “sow”, her blood immediately started boiling, and she fiercely smashed the glass of liquor onto the ground.

“Arrogant bastard, you must be tired of living! You wait!”

Done speaking, the woman angrily walked towards a pile of people at the corner of the bar.

Orpheus suddenly had a nefarious desire enter his heart; it’s been a long time since he had come to this kind of place, and dealt with this sort of people. It seemed like today; he could rely on the effect of the alcohol to relieve this pent-up desire.

Back then, it was in a bar; he had knocked one of the thugs trying to piss him onto her; it was how it had begun, how they met. Orpheus shook his head and kept walking.

After going to the bar counter to ask for a shot of the strongest alcohol, a scorching heat began boiling inside Orpheus while his eyes revealed peculiar excitement.

There was no way of knowing how that gorgeously dressed woman managed to call in ten men; all of them were well-built, most of them were at Level 7. The moment Orpheus finished his shot, they surrounded him.

‘Humans are too predictable.’ Orpheus thought after feeling the presences behind him.

Meanwhile, the woman hugged onto the thick and solid arm of a bald man who stood at the front; she pointed at Orpheus and sharply called out, “Hubby! It was this bastard who mistreated me, help me beat him to death! I want him crippled.”

The bald man took a look at Orpheus’ slim physique, and revealed a gaze of disdain. He was dissatisfied that he was too handsome, more than he could ever dream of. Jealousy is ugly; it could make one lose rationality and act impulsively.

The bald man, the peak level 7 origin master, signaled two of his subordinates to make a move to teach Orpheus a lesson. He wanted to cripple him; the two he sent forward were level 7, some weak level 7 with no future. Considering that they could feel nothing from Orpheus’s body, it was too much to ask an origin master to beat a normal human, but as gangsters, they didn’t care about this.

The two men maliciously smiled as they moved forward; they didn’t intend to waste words with Orpheus, and directly swung a fist.

Orpheus didn’t even bother looking, with a calm expression as if nothing had happened, he lifted one of his fingers at the perfect timing, and his finger stopped the attacks at lightning speed before he flicked them to the side, everything happened too fast, nobody was able to see what exactly happened.

Boom!

“Ahhhh!!”

The two big men screamed at the same time and fell to the ground, then unceasingly rolled about while holding onto their own hands.

This scene that took place in the bar seemed both strange and abrupt. Although fights and brawls often happen on the upper floor of this little bar, never before has this baldy’s group eaten a loss. Unable to resist, many people looked towards Orpheus with curiosity. They still couldn’t detect any origin from his body; he was like a normal human who can’t use origin, but what happened was not something a normal human could do.

The baldy saw that things weren’t going as planned, and he couldn’t help but frown. He cast a suspicious glance at Orpheus, then crouched down and picked up the arm of his hurt subordinate. It was no big deal if he didn’t see the arm, but after he did, his forehead immediately had cold sweat streaming down. He understood that the young man with a pretty face was not someone he should be messing with. He was immediately filled with regret.

The other subordinates who stood behind saw their own men being hit, and began raining curses, but before they moved up to attack, they were held back by the baldy who blocked them with his arms.

In the next instant, everyone except Orpheus was shocked because the bald man kneeled on the ground with his head lowered.

”Young lord, I know we offended you, but you are a great man with great magnanimity; please forgive us.”

Orpheus felt amused; this baldy was good at sucking people off; unfortunately for him, he was not a great man, especially when the other party had the intention of crippling him. If he were a normal human, he would have died or ended up as a disabled person for life.

Fwoosh! Fwoosh!

”Guh!”

”Ah!!!”

Pow!

”Pfft! Ahhhhhhh!”

It was unknown what attacked them, but the ten felt something piercing through their flesh, making them feel immense pain; they felt like passing out. As for the woman, the one behind all of this, she was slapped by an invisible hand; she flew across the air until she disappeared from the bar, mixed with her blood were a few tooths.

”Thank you, young lord.” The baldy bowed his head before limping out of the bar; he regretted what happened tonight. He was not a fool who thought of revenge, not now and certainly not in the future.

Outside, the baldy kicked the woman sending her flying; the already miserable woman became even more miserable.