The Luna Is Gone

Chapter 71

Diana’s pov

After getting off the car, I didn’t directly enter the entrance of the nightclub, but instead chose to detour to the alley on the back street.

With my current identity, I was no different from a homeless person, I definitely did not have the qualification to enter the nightclub.

But the alley was different. Sometimes nightclub staff went there to deal with garbage. I could beg them to take me to see the nightclub manager.

I hid behind a trash can, with my body pressed against the wall. I tried to appear as if I had been on the run for a long time, in a state of fear of being discovered.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, I heard a scream that echoed through the entire alley.

I saw a thin man fly out of the back door of the nightclub in a supine position.

He fell heavily to the ground. I even heard the sound of bones breaking.

Immediately after, several strong tattooed men rushed out from inside, punching and kicking the men.

They didn’t stop until the man’s screams gradually faded and disappeared.

“Mr. Knight, he’s dead.”

I heard one of the tattooed men say to the back door respectfully.

Da da da!

The sound of footsteps echoed.

A tall and thin man walked out of the door.

He was wearing a black suit, with shiny hair and smiling eyes, like two crescents bending downwards. His spine curved, as if he couldn’t straighten it.

Despite being the one with the highest status present, his every move carried a hint of flattery.

He was exactly the nightclub manager who bowed to light Lewis’s cigarette in the photo!

I couldn’t help but sigh. I didn’t expect me to be so lucky.

“Whatever.” Knight waved his hand impatiently, “Chop up his body and throw it away.”

“Yes!”

The strong men dragged the man’s body and disappeared into the night. Knight snorted coldly and turned to go back.

I seized the opportunity and pretended to accidentally hit the trash can.

Knight turned around and his slender eyes narrowed into two gaps.

“Who’s there?” He asked.

I didn’t move.

So Knight asked again.

“If you don’t come out, I’ll have someone peel off your skin.”

This time, under his warning, I slowly crawled out.

“Don’t… don’t kill me…” I pleaded softly.

Knight casually glanced at me and sneered, “A stinky beggar. Who cares.”

He obviously didn’t take me seriously and stopped staying.

“Mr. Knight! Please wait a moment!” I shouted and rushed up to him, kneeling on the steps below him and grabbing his ankle.

His facial features suddenly wrinkled together. He kicked me down, “Don’t touch me with your dirty hands!”

I fell on my back, my messy hair falling to the ground, revealing my entire face. Knight originally wanted to kick me again, but when he saw my face clearly, he paused.

“You…”

I didn’t give him a chance to speak. I knelt down on the ground again, crying, “Mr. Knight, I just saw it. Those guys listened to you! You must be the boss of this nightclub! I beg you to take me in. I can do laundry. I can cook… I can do anything! Please, take me in. I just want something to eat…”

“Lift your head up.”

A cold voice sounded.

I slowly lifted my head and saw amazement in Knight’s eyes.

“Your look is not bad.” Knight commented. Then he asked, “What’s your name? Where are you from?”

I lowered my head again and whispered, “My… my name is Alex. I… I escaped from my master’s house.”

“Escape?”

“Yes, yes. My master is a wealthy businessman. He liked me… His wife discovered and hated me because of this. She scolded me frequently, and even… refused to give me food. I couldn’t bear it anymore, so… I escaped.”

I started crying again.

“I have been on the run for a long time. I don’t want to starve to death. Please, take me in.”

“Are you sure you want to follow me?” Knight asked, “Life here is not easier than your master’s.”

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Knight laughed and said, “Of course you have enough food to eat. But the premise is that you have to be obedient.”

“I am obedient. I will definitely be obedient!”

“Come with me,” Knight walked towards the nightclub.

1 immediately followed him.

After passing through a long corridor, Knight stopped in front of an elevator.

The elevator had forty–three floors in total, and three of them were underground. Knight took me to the underground second floor.

“No matter what you see later, don’t shout. Remember?” Knight warned.

I pretended to nod in fear.

As the elevator door opened, a strange smell seeped into my nose.

That was the smell of cigarettes, beer, and… blood mixed together!

As I passed by a glass door, I suddenly heard a mournful scream.

This kind of glass door usually had special soundproofing equipment. But despite this, the scream could still be heard clearly.

I turned my head and glanced at the glass door.

I couldn’t see anything.

This was a one–way glass.

“Curious?” Knight asked as I stopped.

I shook my head quickly, afraid to look into his eyes.

“Being curious is normal. If you’re not interested in anything, then I’ll suspect you.” Knight smiled and entered the password to the door. “Since you want to know what’s inside, I’ll take you to have a look. You’ll know it sooner or later.”

With a sound, the glass door was opened automatically.

In an instant, a strong smell of blood rushed in.

I immediately covered my mouth and nose, and started retching.

Knight sneered.

“Is this too much?” He took out a handkerchief, grabbed my wrist through the handkerchief, and pulled me inside.

Then, I saw an extremely cruel scene.

This was a shooting range covering an area of about 100 square meters.

However, the shooting targets were not ordinary targets, but live people.

At this moment, a flying arrow flashed past me and accurately inserted into a man’s right arm.

Another scream of agony was heard.

Knight touched his chin and said, “Do you remember that guy at the door just now? He was a ‘target‘ here. A customer wanted him, but he tried to run away. The customer was very unhappy. At first, he had a chance to live. But since he ran, he had

to die.”

I felt nauseous when I heard it. But my face looked as if I had been scared and my legs had softened.

Knight smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry. Don’t be so afraid. Jobs like ‘targets‘ are usually for people who make mistakes. As for you, I have other arrangements. Let’s go.”

After Knight finished speaking, he casually threw away the handkerchief and walked towards the door.

I stumbled and followed, and soon he stopped in front of another glass door.

“This is your job.” He said, pushing open the glass door.

Dozens of seductive and revealing women appeared in my sight.

“Becoming a prostitute.” Knight extended his arms to me, “I promise. You can get not only enough food, but also money you’ve never seen in your life!”