Chapter 29: What a surprise

Vadal walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a sleek black outfit that seemed to blend perfectly with the darkness of the night. His eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating intensity, and his expression was set in a determined mask. He moved with a silent, fluid motion, his long strides eating up the distance as he headed out to the garage.

He slid into the driver's seat of his sleek, black luxury car, the soft leather enveloping him like a glove. The engine purred to life as he started the car, and he eased out of the garage, into the night.

The city streets were empty and quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the engine and the occasional passing car. Vadal's eyes scanned the road ahead, his mind fixed on his destination. He knew that Lira will not be happy with him but..." Hmmm, he breathed a sigh determined to take care of him once and for all.

As he drove, the city seemed to blur around him, the buildings and streets becoming a dark, indistinct haze. The only thing that mattered was the road ahead, and the man he was going to confront.

Vadal's car glided through the streets, a silent, black predator stalking its prey. He turned a corner, and the neon lights of the Bad Scene club flickered into view. The music was pulsating, the beat throbbing like a living heart, and the crowd was a sea of faceless, anonymous bodies.

The Bad Scene club was a den of depravity, a place where the darkest and most corrupt elements of society gathered to indulge in their basest desires. The exterior of the club was a nondescript, rundown building with a faded sign that creaked in the wind. But as you stepped inside, you were immediately hit with the stench of smoke, sweat, and desperation.

The air was thick with the smell of cheap perfume and stale beer, and the sound system pulsed with a driving beat that seemed to reverberate through every cell in your body. The crowd was a mix of shady characters, from prostitutes and pimps to gangsters and corrupt businessmen. They all seemed to be united in their pursuit of pleasure and profit, no matter the cost.

Vadal stepped out of his car and onto the sidewalk, the crowd couldn't help but notice him. He was like a god, a vision of beauty and perfection in a world of ugliness and decay. His chiseled features, piercing eyes, and raven-black hair seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, and his tailored suit hugged his body in all the right places.

The prostitutes, in particular, were shocked by Vadal's beauty. They had seen it all, from the ugliest and most depraved to the most beautiful and alluring. But there was something about Vadal that set him apart, something that made them feel like they were gazing upon a work of art.

As he walked towards the club, they began to circle around him, commenting on his looks and trying to get his attention. "Oh my god, look at him!" one of them cooed. "He's so fine, I could eat him up!" another one chimed in. " I'm in love with this god of art.

But" Vadal's cold aura kept them all at arm's length. He didn't even acknowledge their presence, his eyes fixed on some point ahead as he walked towards the club. The prostitutes tried to keep up with him, but he moved with a purpose, his long strides eating up the distance.

he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the crowd parted to let him through. They seemed to sense that he was not someone to be trifled with, that he was a force to be reckoned with. The music and the laughter and the noise of the club seemed to fade into the background as Vadal made his way through the crowd, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of Laurent.

The prostitutes and the other patrons of the club watched him in awe, their faces reflecting a mix of admiration and fear. They had never seen anyone like Vadal before, anyone who seemed to radiate such power and confidence. And as he moved through the crowd, they couldn't help but feel like they were in the presence of something truly special, something that would leave a lasting impression on their lives.

he continued walking the music and the noise of the club seemed to fade into the background. Vadal's focus was solely on Laurent, and what he was going to do to him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but it wasn't with excitement or nerves. It was with anticipation, with a cold and calculating desire for revenge.

Vadal reached the door to private room 140 and paused for a moment, his hand on the handle. his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity, and then he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the music from the club below and a sound of someone moaning.

Vadal was met with a scene that made his blood boil. Laurent was sitting on the couch, a woman sitting on his lap, kissing and touching him. His hands were roaming her body, and she was giggling and squirming in his lap.

Vadal's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his fists were clenched at his sides thinking of how this fool has decisive his little phoenix for years.He took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Laurent, and the woman on his lap looked up and saw him.

She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, and she quickly scrambled off Laurent's lap.

"Laurent's eyes widened in surprise as he saw Vadal standing in the doorway, his heart trembling with fear. He had heard stories about Vadal's ruthless reputation, and he had always been carefuln dealing with him. But now, here he was, standing in front of him, his eyes blazing with a deadly intensity.

Laurent tried to compose himself, to act as if he wasn't scared. He took a sip of his wine, trying to appear nonchalant, but his hand trembled slightly as he raised the glass to his lips.

"Ah, cold demon," he said, trying to sound casual. "What a surprise. I didn't know you came to this kind of place."

Vadal didn't respond, his gaze fixed on Laurent with an unblinking stare. His eyes seemed to bore into Laurent's soul, as if searching for something. Laurent felt a shiver run down his spine as he met Vadal's gaze, his heart racing with fear.

The woman who had been sitting on Laurent's lap earlier had quickly scrambled out of the way, sensing the tension in the air. She stood by the door, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of fascination and fear and she run away.