The air was a bit murky, filled with the scent of nicotine and alcohol.
"Cough, cough..."
Matthew coughed several times in a row, barely managing to adapt, but when he looked back, he found that The Deep had abandoned him at some point to go have fun on his own.
That was just as well, as it would save him from having his cover blown by too many questions.
He looked at the men and women gyrating against each other in the center of the hall, his brows furrowing imperceptibly, and muttered, "I heard of Ezekiel's fame back when I was at the orphanage. He is the superhuman pastor of 'Capes for Christ,' known for his benevolence. How could he host a party like this in private?"
It was too wild!
Under the dim lights, many people on the dance floor and in the booths were scantily clad, boldly displaying their waists, abdomens, buttocks, and chests. Many were even completely naked, reveling in the pleasure of physical contact as if that were the only normal way to be.
'Seriously, is this really enjoyable?'
Gecko, who hadn't seen much of the world yet, shivered violently inside, "Even if you chopped up all the style, I wouldn't feel much. These people really know how to waste time."
Matthew shook his head, deciding not to waste energy on ordinary people he hadn't met.
"I'm a professional."
He took two deep breaths and, pretending to be very experienced, began to pace back and forth in the venue.
This damned place was truly huge, and the number of weirdos present was countless—more than he had seen in his entire sixteen years of life. Matthew felt like his eyes had been opened.
Finally, he saw a woman touching up her makeup, and his eyes lit up.
He walked over, pinched his throat, and said, "Sister, can I borrow your makeup?"
The woman was pursing her lips, applying smoky eyeshadow, and looked at him curiously. Oh, a minor? She was unfazed, smiled generously, and tossed the makeup kit in her hand over to him: "It's all yours, don't mention it."
"Thanks."
Matthew accepted it coyly and walked toward an empty corner.
A few minutes later, with a terrifyingly pale face, grotesque eyeshadow, and bright red lips curved up to his ears, he walked toward the passionate rooms with a bizarre Joker face.
Having spotted a suitable place, he observed quietly and snuck in through the door. A few muffled groans came from inside, covered by the manic music.
Another few minutes passed, and Matthew walked out wearing more mature, dark-colored clothing.
"Tsk tsk~"
Looking through the half-length mirror on the side, Matthew stopped and grinned; in the dim light, he looked exactly like a lunatic.
Matthew was satisfied: "No one should be able to recognize me like this, right?"
With his disguise complete, he let himself go, walking with light steps as he began to look for the person.
The private party had good privacy, and scanning room by room would take some time. Finally, he found his target for the evening.
Ezekiel, a superhuman whose body could stretch like rubber, also possessing physical enhancements superior to ordinary people.
His hair was very short, dyed a conspicuous bright yellow, and his deep facial features paired with grizzled stubble made him look steady and solemn. Of course, if you added what he was doing right now, his image had collapsed.
Ezekiel looked like he was high, currently holding six men with an intoxicated expression, kissing and touching them. Gecko felt a chill, only then realizing that the guy was a total gay man!
His elongated arms were exaggerated enough to reach both sides, and he could even easily pour drinks for himself and his male companions.
'Clink~'
The sound of glasses clinking rang out.
After rinsing his mouth, Ezekiel ignored the shy man on his left and planted a heavy kiss on his face, then said to those around him, reeking of alcohol: "As you can see, God is real! And I, including the members under my command, are all messengers sent by God to the human world. 'Capes for Christ' also loves the world, but we never preach to the ignorant; we will always only open our arms to those who know how to think, are good at listening, and truly have spirituality."
The man on the right looked full of envy and licked his lips: "My dear, can we also join the 'Capes for Christ' church?"
Ezekiel chuckled: "That depends on your performance tonight."
As he spoke, his arm elongated and gently stroked the man's waist, and amidst a chorus of coy moans, the atmosphere became even more heated.
'Gotcha!'
A smile played on Ezekiel's lips, preparing to take this group of people upstairs when the time was right.
Just then, he suddenly noticed a wild and uninhibited, thin figure slowly walking over from the darkness nearby.
A few seconds later, Ezekiel saw the face of the person approaching. A Joker?!
Ezekiel stared at his exaggerated makeup and frowned: "Did you get the party theme wrong? I don't recall there being an option for costumes tonight."
"Yo-ho-ho~~!!"
Matthew grinned, a simple expression that made the men opposite him pale in fright. He said, "Oh, the bright pastor of 'Capes for Christ,' I have come from afar specifically to discuss something with you. I hope you won't be ungrateful."
Medieval tone, modern performance.
Matthew's acting was very unrestrained. Facing the executive of Vought International, the long-famous powerhouse superhuman, and the main person in charge of the'Samaritan's Embrace' project, he didn't even feel a hint of nervousness.
The Seven were all his defeated opponents; what was this fake messenger of God in front of him?
"Oh~?"
Hearing his tone, which didn't sound like an ordinary person here to attend the party, Ezekiel narrowed his eyes slightly. He put down his glass and straightened his body from amidst the crowd.
Based on Gecko's fearless attitude, Ezekiel had a rough guess in his heart and asked, "Are you also a superhuman?"
Gecko spread his arms wide, grinned, and nodded: "Yes, you guessed right, but there's no prize."
"Haha, you're very interesting."
Ezekiel was experienced and wouldn't be intimidated by his posturing. He asked with interest: "Then may I ask one more question, what is your Superpower?"
Generally speaking, those with powerful abilities would show off, while those who were average or even obscure were unwilling to mention their abilities; those weren't assets, but scars.
Gecko was not in that category. His new ability was still in development, and even he didn't know what it would become; regardless, it couldn't be summed up in one or two sentences.
He clearly didn't come here to chat, and Ezekiel's idol filter had already fallen to the ground for him.
Thus, Gecko, as if no one else was there, took a step forward and, under Ezekiel's slightly wary gaze, slowly pulled out his phone from his pocket.
"Don't be nervous, everyone. My ability requires a little bit of assistance..."
He unlocked his phone, and because he wasn't familiar with this new disposable phone, he fiddled with it for a long time before finding the software.
He opened the software, and the video connected.
"Haha, it's ready."
Gecko looked at the figure coming from the video and laughed even more happily. He looked up at the impatient Ezekiel and said: "Mr. Bright Pastor, my Superpower is that as long as I show the target the idol video I recorded, they will obey me unconditionally."
"..."
The people around who heard what he said turned from nervous observation to mockery and disdain.
His aura was so bizarre, they thought he was some big shot...
"Where did this little piece of trash come from?" a man who was posing and preening mocked.
"Hee hee~! Who knows!"
The people on the side united and immediately chimed in: "Maybe it's just to get Mr. Ezekiel's attention; I've seen plenty of people like him before!"
"Kid, if your ability can only control people through video, then my ability is to snap off your future with my mouth and xx!"
"Oh my! You're so manly, I love it!"
"I want to tear your big mouth apart, it's so disgusting~~!"
"Get out of here, Joker! Your makeup almost made me throw up my dinner from last night!"
...
Ezekiel was also extremely speechless, feeling his intelligence had been insulted. He twisted his neck, preparing to use his rubber fist to give the posturing kid in front of him an unforgettable lesson.
Matthew, however, seemed not to realize it at all, holding his phone to himself, walking up to Ezekiel, and handing it over.
"???"
Ezekiel frowned in disdain, Ezekiel despised the Joker, Ezekiel felt slightly cautious, Ezekiel fell into deep thought.
The corner was a bit stuffy, and Ezekiel was sweating on his face.
The people nearby were curious: what kind of video could make this messenger of God wary?
Those with active minds quietly stretched their necks, but only saw darkness; the phone had a privacy screen protector on it.
"..."
But it was enough to make people realize the atmosphere wasn't quite right.
Those male bitches who had been bossing Matthew around just now quietly backed away one by one, shrinking their heads and acting like ostriches.
"Yo-ho-ho~~!!"
Matthew loved this feeling of having everything under control. His voice became hoarse, like a truly moody Joker, and he swung a slap with all his might.
'Smack~!'
The pain brought Ezekiel back to his senses. He covered his face, instinctively wanting to get angry, but after encountering Matthew's cold, crazy eyes, he quickly retreated.
Ezekiel opened his mouth for a long time, finally waving his hand in a deflated manner, "You all get out."
The others looked at each other.
One who wasn't afraid of Death gave Matthew a fierce look and asked unwillingly: "Are you still coming to keep me company later?"
'Rip~!'
Ezekiel swung his arm, tightening it like rubber around that fool, pulled hard, and twisted his head off.
Blood splattered all over the floor, and also sprayed half of the rubber man.
"Ahhhh~~!!"
"Shut up!"
Ezekiel looked at them coldly: "Get out, keep your mouths shut tight."
"O-okay."
"Understood, sir."
"Leaving now..."
Everyone was trembling like chaff, not daring to say another word. They retreated uneasily, wishing they had grown an extra pair of legs.
Gecko leaned back slightly, crossing his legs, and sat on the sofa just like that, watching him strangle a weak life.
He looked calm, but in reality, he was a bit shaken inside. Man, this was the first time he had faced Death at such close range.
Mr. Kent was right; when you feel fear, do not make an enemy of fear, but choose to become a part of fear.
He held it together.
Mr. Kent was also right; compared to powerful abilities, words are the things that hurt the most.
He remembered very clearly that this bitch was the one who had cursed the most fiercely just now, and now she was indeed dead.
"It seems you acknowledge my Superman ability, Mr. Bright Pastor."
Seeing that Ezekiel had finally driven everyone else away, Matthew looked at his slightly complex eyes playfully and slowly said: "Next, let's talk about the terms."
Ezekiel thought for a moment, stood up, and walked out, saying: "This place isn't safe; let's go talk somewhere else."
Matthew didn't care, "Suit yourself."
The two got up from the hidden corner, and as they passed through the hall, they happened to run into The Deep, who was dancing with two beauties.
"Hey, brother!"
The Deep's senses were sharper than average, and even while drunk, he could recognize Ezekiel. He greeted him loudly: "Your party is awesome!! It's still early, where are you planning to go?"
The Deep was a member of The Seven, powerful, and could be confirmed as one of his own.
Ezekiel hesitated slightly, but Matthew had already walked over, put his arm around his shoulder, and pushed him toward the exit.
Matthew turned his head and smiled at The Deep: "Don't worry about that, Mr. Deep. We're going to a more fun place; this is private time now."
"Hehe, do you know where my good brother is going with his ugly male companion?"
Watching the two walk further and further away, The Deep didn't dwell on it, putting his arm around the hot woman next to him and asking humorously.
"Don't know."
The beauty shook her head in confusion.
The Deep glanced at her with disdain; how had he not noticed she was this stupid just now?
The Deep: "I know my brother; that ugly freak just mentioned a key clue—they're going to Orlando!"
Alcohol would numb his brain, but it couldn't block The Deep's instincts. He loved the ocean just as much as he loved Orlando.
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