North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 54 is truly hateful!

In the end, Orn did not stop Titus from taking the power axe, but he viciously demanded that John pay an extra gold coin.

According to him, the special weapon requires an additional gold coin, which is entirely worthwhile given the historical value of this heavy axe!

John didn't understand this at first.

He thought it was a waste of two gold coins to buy a 1.5-meter-long axe, even though the axe was wild and high-class and suited his taste.

But in his understanding, this thing is a work of art and should stay properly in the glass case in the exhibition hall.

It wasn't until Titus suggested he try it that John realized he couldn't lift the battle axe with either hand.

And just now, the guy in front of him was wielding a power axe with one hand with impressive skill. After weighing the pros and cons, John decided to follow the decision of this "21st-century Viking".

After arming themselves, the two headed to the Red Circle Club on Chambers Street in Lower Manhattan.

John drove a 1970 Chevelle SS (1970 Chevrolet Chevelle Super Sport), a million-dollar supercar, and with a beautiful drift, it came to a sudden stop. The tires screeched as they gripped the road. The all-black hinged door was pushed open, and Titus stepped out of the car.

At John's insistence, Titus carried a custom-made black square cello case, which looked like a heavy coffin. It was fortunate that Titus was over 1.9 meters tall, so it was more suitable and wouldn't drag on the ground.

As night fell, the sky seemed to be under the spell of the Hogwarts Castle's starry dome cast by a wizard.

At the golden archway supported by four massive pillars of the Red Circle Club, Titus and John immediately attracted attention upon their appearance.

This place was originally a top-notch playground for the powerful and wealthy, attracting much attention from the world, and the sudden appearance of these two people amazed countless people!

John was dressed in a single-breasted, custom-made dark charcoal gray suit with a black shirt with a French collar. The black and gray outfit was simple and straightforward, sharp as a dagger, making him a typical suit-wearing thug.

Titus, on the other hand, wore a black overcoat from Ottoman Chester, carried a heavy cello case, and wore a flat-topped hat to cover his face. He was calm and reserved. If John was an unstoppable sharp knife, then Titus was a heavy axe with its sharpness hidden.

The two entered the club, where neon lights illuminated the scene, and young boys and girls embraced passionately, indulging in the pleasures of their bodies.

The seductive melody seemed to float in the clouds:

"Think of me I will never break your heart."

Think of me, I won't make you sad.

"THINK of me you are always in the dark."

(Think of me, you always hide in the darkness)

"I am your light, your light, your light."

(I am your light, your only light, your eternal light)

Titus followed in the footsteps of an "old friend" and sneaked into the club's restroom—the kind of "old friend" Dr. Lecter had mentioned.

Besides Titus's 'old friend,' there was also a man with a buzz cut in the bathroom, both of them wearing loose white bathrobes.

John also knew these two friends; they were the same two who smashed his house. They saw the faces of those bastards in the surveillance footage afterwards.

For a top-tier assassin like John Wick, hiding cameras in the house is standard practice, so it's perfectly reasonable that he was knocked unconscious by a single blow when he wasn't paying attention.

John took the lead, silently pressing down on the man with the buzz cut's neck and twisting it forcefully!

The man with the buzz cut suddenly dislocated his cervical vertebrae, ruptured his carotid artery, and injured his spinal cord. He then closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Old Friend Number One is a big, fat, white man who is currently scrubbing foam beautifully in front of the mirror. He calls out to the man with the buzz cut a few times but gets no response, so he immediately becomes uneasy.

The man turned around and met John's murderous gaze!

"Night Demon!"

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," a heavy object fell to the ground. The man looked in the direction of the sound and saw Titus holding a cello case that looked like a coffin against the door.

He asked instinctively:

"What's there?"

Because he was certain that even the largest cello wouldn't produce such a dull sound!

Titus smiled slightly at this.

"Believe me, you won't want to know."

"Instead of this, you might as well—"

Before the man could hear the rest of Titus's sentence, John grabbed him from behind and forcefully pushed his head into the sink with his arm.

John glanced at Titus, as if to say, "Why are you wasting your breath talking to him!"

After a moment, John helped the man up.

A seductive whisper from a mature man exploded in the man's ear:

Where is Joseph Tarasov?

"I don't--"

John didn't give him a chance to finish speaking before shoving his head back into the pool of water mixed with English shaving foam and disposable toothpaste.

In a daze, the man heard singing coming from afar.

"Way down, we go!"

(Embarking on the journey!)

"Say way down, we go!"

(Say it out loud: We are about to embark on our journey!)

The man thought to himself, "I'm about to be driven crazy, and this guy with the cello case is still humming along to an Icelandic rock band!"

Was this a pleasant performance for him?

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him out of the suffocating water.

The man, finally getting some fresh air, said eagerly:

I said—

Unfortunately, he still failed to say what he should have said properly this time.

Titus pressed his head down and slammed it into the ceramic sink, the force breaking large tiles, and the man's head became lodged in the steel sieve of the drain outlet.

His head had a small hole, from which colorful juices flowed out like a peacock, the most delicious being watermelon juice, which stained the broken reservoir red. The watermelon juice, diluted with water, looked like a fruit-flavored powdered drink from a milk tea shop.

"John, you've wasted too much time."

"They were both wearing bathrobes, which is only worn in underground bathhouses."

Titus gently placed his hand on the man's shoulder and softly prayed:

"I will forgive your sins, and may your soul return to the golden throne..."

After finishing his prayer, Titus noticed that John was looking at him.

Titus explained:

"You may not know this, but I am actually a devout believer, and I worship emperors and the four gods."

John wiped the juice splattered on his face. He didn't know which sect the Emperor and Death belonged to, but he was sure no devout follower would be like Titus.

The two arrived at the underground bathhouse.

Upon learning from the waiter that the bathhouse had been booked out for the entire evening by a mysterious young man, Titus immediately offered his grandest blessings to this mysterious gentleman!

One side of the dimly lit corridor is a thick glass wall, with a flowing white curtain hanging on the inside. Behind the curtain is a square bathing area, with crystal blue lights installed below. The lights illuminate the rolling, clear water, which reflects the entire bathing area like a dreamlike underwater world.

Standing on this bathhouse was a half-naked man who bore a striking resemblance to Schiller; this man was Joseph Tarasov!

Joseph was in the center of the bathhouse, embracing a blonde, blue-eyed, busty, naked mature woman with his left arm, while pinching the pert buttocks of a pure, cute Japanese girl with his right.

John's eyes seemed to be spitting fire!

Titus understood John's thoughts perfectly; this man seemed truly despicable!