Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 16

“Jiang Huachen is y-you, you’re…”

Qianzhou’s words came out stuttered, his worldview thoroughly shaken.

In his eyes, Jiang Huachen had always been a traditional, serious older brother type—strict, overprotective, and with a heavy “dad vibe.”

He always kept a close eye on Jiang En.

When Jiang En disappeared for just one afternoon, Jiang Huachen had come storming to Gu Sheng with a steel pipe in hand, looking like he wanted to crack Gu Sheng’s skull open.

But now… he actually…

Liked someone like Cheng Xiao???

“My husband.”

Cheng Xiao repeated leisurely, clearly enjoying Qianzhou’s stunned expression.

He even added with a smirk, “He’s got a string of English letters tattooed on his chest—I did that for him.”

His foxlike eyes curved with delight, and he toyed lazily with Qianzhou’s hair.

Cheng Xiao’s soft chuckle brushed against Qianzhou’s ear. Straightening up again, he subtly shifted to block Qianzhou from sight.

Because at one of the VIP booths near the stage, an icy gaze had just landed on them.

“Tsk.”

Cheng Xiao frowned in annoyance at Gu Sheng, raising a glass of Coke in mock toast.

In the darkness, neither could see the other’s expression clearly.

Meanwhile, Cheng Xiao’s hand rolled a small locator device between his fingers, fingertips idly brushing over the button.

The crowd suddenly erupted into frenzied cheers as the stage music surged toward its climax.

People surged forward, bodies pushing and pressing, many trying to force their way into the front rows.

Tickets to the sub-hall’s performances were worth a fortune, nearly impossible to obtain.

Once the doors shut, this place became a lawless zone.

Here, money was the only rule.

Qianzhou saw someone brush against Gu Sheng in the crowded aisle. Immediately, Gu Sheng dumped his entire drink over the man’s head.

Fueled by chemicals, the man nearly snapped and lunged at once—

But security staff pressed him flat against the floor before he could even move.

More guards flooded in, forming a solid wall to push the mob back.

They encircled the best booths near the stage, keeping them safe while the crowd roared and cursed from behind.

That wall of money and power didn’t budge an inch.

The chaos triggered Qianzhou’s memories.

In the apocalypse, people had scrambled like this for food.

Back then, food was scarce and tightly controlled—survival depended on it.

And now?

What could possibly drive people to claw at each other like starving beasts, all for a performance?

Just how irresistible was this so-called climax act?

Suddenly, the entire venue went dark.

Silence fell.

Yet Qianzhou could feel it clearly—the stench of lust rippling through the hall below, foul and suffocating, making him want to vomit.

“It’s coming,” Cheng Xiao murmured, utterly unfazed by the atmosphere.

“Did you know? This place makes eight figures every single day.”

Lounging lazily in the booth, he licked lightly at his lip piercing.

“So much money.”

“Venus is a black empire,” he said. “Everywhere you look, it’s dirty business.”

His eyes lowered, drifting to the stage. His tone was unreadable, hinting at something deeper.

“And the one who controls Venus completely… is not someone you want to mess with.”

He was inside the system—he knew how terrifying it really was.

Cheng Xiao pressed a hand to Qianzhou’s shoulder, leaning close to blow warm breath into his ear.

“Watch carefully. The main act is starting.”

Two spotlights lit up on stage, revealing two ornate golden cages.

The cages were smothered in decaying roses, their contents hidden beneath black cloths.

The hall exploded into wild anticipation.

A masked man in black raised a hand for silence, and gradually, the noise died down.

Qianzhou frowned, uneasy. “What’s in the cages?”

Propping his chin in one hand, Cheng Xiao answered:

“Venus.”

The name carried the same weight as this place—layered, suggestive.

“There’s… a person inside?” Qianzhou asked cautiously.

“Mm.”

Cheng Xiao’s reply was cool. “But not exactly. They’re bought from elsewhere.”

Mystery shrouded the cages, but Qianzhou caught a whiff of fragrance drifting from the stage.

Like roses steeped in cologne—heavy, cloying, and sickly sweet.

Cheng Xiao shrugged off his coat and pulled out two packets of something white.

Inside was a mask.

He handed one to Qianzhou. “It’s nothing good. Don’t breathe it in.”

The sickly perfume, like the lights and music, was a tool—an enhancer.

It carried faint aphrodisiac properties. The dose was weak, just enough to quicken the heart and heighten the nerves.

Qianzhou put the mask on, then noticed Cheng Xiao sitting there barefaced.

“You’re not wearing one?”

“Smelled it too much. Doesn’t affect me anymore,” Cheng Xiao said lazily.

Qianzhou glanced toward Gu Sheng’s booth near the stage—the prime seats closest to the scent’s source.

Wouldn’t it affect him?

The blond fat man seated beside Gu Sheng was already visibly floating, eyes glassy as he stared at the stage.

As if sensing the gaze, Gu Sheng’s shoulder shifted slightly.

Qianzhou’s pulse raced. The mask didn’t seem to be helping—his heart thumped painfully fast, as though it might burst from his chest.

When Gu Sheng turned to glance in his direction, Qianzhou panicked, ducking down so suddenly that he collided with Cheng Xiao.

Cheng Xiao caught him half in his arms, rubbing his cheek against Qianzhou’s hair.

His fingers hooked playfully at Qianzhou’s lace-trimmed jacket, and he raised a brow toward Gu Sheng with deliberate provocation.

Their booth was darker, set farther from the stage lights.

Even if Qianzhou hadn’t hidden, Gu Sheng couldn’t see his face clearly.

Especially since he was now wearing Cheng Xiao’s jacket.

Looking down at the flustered boy in his arms, Cheng Xiao thought Qianzhou’s nervousness was downright entertaining.

“…”

Gu Sheng looked away, expressionless, clearly unimpressed.

Once Cheng Xiao released him, Qianzhou straightened up—just in time to see one of the cage covers pulled away.

Inside was a dark-skinned but stunning young man.

Golden chains wrapped around his ankles, while pale blue gems adorned his head and throat, gleaming like treasures from ancient Greece.

His terrified expression contrasted grotesquely with the ravenous stares of the audience.

“Remember the theme of the show?”

Qianzhou jumped at the whisper by his ear.

He suddenly felt cold, rubbing his arms.

“Snakes…”

Cheng Xiao nudged him to look at the other cage. “You’ll know what’s in there.”

A masked man stepped forward and pulled the second cover away.

Qianzhou’s eyes flew wide open.

Inside were two massive pythons, bodies coiled tightly together, writhing endlessly.

They were mating.

Qianzhou’s gaze darted back to the young “Venus” slumped helplessly in his cage, horror twisting his gut.

Disgust welled up in him—this place was vile beyond words.

“I-I can’t watch this…”

Clutching his mouth, he stumbled up and ran out.

Cheng Xiao only shrugged, turning his eyes to the half-empty can of Coke Qianzhou had left behind.

Long fingers picked it up, giving it a shake.

Only a little sloshed inside—the boy had drunk most of it.

With a careless flick, Cheng Xiao tossed the can aside and rose to his feet, strolling out unhurriedly.

Muttering under his breath:

“The drug should be kicking in soon…”