The Spare's Second Chance in Apocalypse-Chapter 186: Ch : A den of Drug-Addicts- Part 3

As soon as Selene disappeared into the back section with the man, Ethan found himself standing alone in the midst of intoxicated strangers.

The atmosphere was chaotic—laughter, low murmurs, the occasional coughs of people too far gone in their stupor.

It was the type of place that stank of desperation, where pleasure and addiction blended together into a haze of self-destruction.

’Well, this place totally looks like a club that is filled with addicts....not that I am too far off with my guess. Still, let’s not cause any problems or Selene will get angry at me.’

Ethan would have preferred to keep a low profile, but that quickly became impossible.

A group of women, their eyes glazed yet still sharp enough to recognize something valuable, noticed him.

With slow, swaying steps, they approached, their expressions ranging from playful curiosity to predatory interest.

"Hey there, handsome. Haven’t seen you around before. Are you here to have some fun?"

One of them purred, her lips curling into a smirk.

"New here? I would surely have remembered someone like you if I saw you before."

Another asked, running a hand down his sleeve as if testing the quality of the fabric.

A third one, bolder than the rest, leaned in a little too close.

"We can get you anything you want. All the best stuff. You just have to come with us... and have some fun."

Ethan let out a dry chuckle, shoving his hands into his pockets as he tilted his head slightly. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement, but there was an underlying sharpness to them.

"Oh, trust me. You wouldn’t like my kind of fun. I get too much to handle for most people."

He murmured, his voice laced with mischief.

The women around him giggled, mistaking his words for flirtation rather than a warning.

"A tease, huh? I like that. Why don’t you try me? I am sure I can handle anything you throw at me."

One of them cooed.

But not everyone was pleased with Ethan’s sudden attention.

A group of intoxicated men—likely regulars who considered themselves the dominant figures of this place—took notice of the scene.

Their relaxed postures stiffened as irritation flickered across their drugged expressions.

One of them, a bulky man with a scar running across his jaw, took a step forward. His cloudy eyes darkened with hostility.

"Oi. You lost, pretty boy?"

Another man beside him cracked his knuckles, his stare filled with clear warning.

"This ain’t your playground. Leave."

Ethan barely glanced at them before letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Man, being popular is such a pain. Even men cannot leave me alone. *Sigh* What should I do now? I should have asked Selene to stay behind and act as my shield."

He muttered to himself.

But his flippant attitude only irritated them further.

The women protested, clinging to him as if to stake their claim.

"You guys butt out! We want him here."

The tension thickened, the air in the room growing heavier as Ethan became the center of an unwanted conflict.

If things escalated any further, it was only a matter of time before this turned into a full-blown fight.

Ethan leaned back against the wall, watching the chaos unfold before him like a spectator at an entertaining play.

The fight between the drugged men had escalated quickly—punches were thrown, insults shouted, and within moments, bottles were breaking over heads.

It was amusing, really.

Their attention spans were pitiful, their tempers even worse.

All it had taken was a little push, and they were tearing into each other like rabid dogs.

Ethan had no intention of stopping them. In fact, he was ready to sit back and watch this ridiculous display unfold a little longer when—

Buzz.

His communicator vibrated.

Ethan lazily pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. It was a message from Selene.

[Need backup. Now.]

His amusement immediately disappeared.

His eyes flicked toward the back of the base, where Selene had disappeared with that lowlife. He clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Tch. Can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?"

Without hesitation, Ethan smoothly slipped out of the fight, maneuvering through the tangled mess of limbs and shattered glass.

The moment he exited the crowded space, he picked up his pace.

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Selene, meanwhile, had already anticipated trouble.

The man who had led her deeper into the building had a shifty aura from the start, but she had played along, knowing that this was the best way to get information.

’I don’t feel safe with this man. Even when I know I am in trouble, I have to ignore my instincts and follow him. Ugh, I will surely make this man have a taste of my annoyance before I leave.’

Selene had to ignore her instincts as she moved after the older man.

He guided her through a narrow hallway, the dim lighting flickering every few seconds. At last, they reached a door.

The man turned to her, his grin widening.

"The special stuff is in there. Just go in and grab it."

Selene folded her arms, arching a brow.

"Why can’t you get it yourself?"

His smile immediately faltered, his expression darkening. He clearly did not like to be questioned, especially by a female/

"Don’t ask questions. Just do what you’re told."

Typical.

Selene sighed, shaking her head before stepping inside.

The moment she was through the doorway, she heard it—the soft but unmistakable click of a lock. It was such an old trick that it did not even feel funny at this point.

She turned around, unsurprised.

"Really? This is your grand plan? Are you going to do something else as well?"

Silence.

Of course, he hadn’t answered. She could hear his footsteps retreating which likely meant that she was locked in here alone...for now.

Selene exhaled through her nose, her fingers drumming against her thigh. It was fine.

She had already predicted this outcome, which was why she had sent Ethan the message beforehand.

Now, all she had to do was wait.