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Unicorn Bar.

There was a long queue at the door.

Several tall and powerful black security guards stood at the door with cold faces, scrutinizing everyone who entered the bar.

it's here.

The security guard can tell anyone to get out if he or she is displeased.

Weapons and the like must be stored.

In addition to body searches by security guards, there are also security screening equipment.

Quite strict.

Also.

Not everyone is eligible to enter this bar.

It doesn’t work with unfamiliar faces and outsiders.

Unless invited.

Or someone brings it in.

You need to buy tickets for the bar, and there is a limit on the number of people inside.

After it is full.

You need to wait for a group of people to come out before you can enter a group.

So there is always a long queue at the door.

of course.

For some VIPs, there are naturally privileges.

As the leader of the Latin Kings.

Eric has this privilege.

Under the leadership of Eric, Yang Chen and the other four entered the bar from a side door.

The overall style of the bar is metal punk.

Neon flashes.

Light and shadow are blurred.

The deafening sound seems to hit people's souls every time, making people unable to help but sway and dance along.

Europe and America are relatively open.

Dress boldly.

The girls in the bar are even wilder.

Wang Meng was so excited that his eyes almost fell off.

There are even wilder ones on stage.

The naked blonde danced seductively on top, and the hormones that heated up the whole bar were almost over the top.

Ling Xiaozi frowned deeply.

Her beautiful eyes were full of disgust.

Yang Chen took things indifferently. After living for so many years, what kind of scenes had he not seen before?

Zhong Xiaowei sees all directions and listens in all directions.

Be on full alert.

My mind was not on those fragrant pictures at all.

Only the fat man is fierce.

Watching it with gusto.

If Yang Chen and Ling Xiaozi weren't around, he would have let himself go a long time ago.

Eric found a booth.

Drive the people inside away.

After taking a seat.

Through Danmeng, Eric explained that the underground boxing market would not open until after 12 o'clock.

Enter through another passage in the bar.

Not only are security checks there stricter, but tickets are also more expensive.

Also.

Every spectator who watches boxing must buy at least one bet.

The price is over $500.

This bar is huge.

Enough to hold thousands of people.

Most of the people who come here to spend money come to watch boxing.

Including ticket sales and other income.

After a boxing match.

The boss must earn at least several hundred thousand dollars.

Add in all the income from the bar, and you can easily earn a million dollars in one night.

It's past eleven now.

The underground boxing match is about to begin.

Every guest who comes in to make a purchase can get the detailed information of the participating boxers.

Including performance and level.

Convenient for customers to place bets.

The fight here is a closed octagonal cage.

There are no rules.

Until the opponent is knocked down.

You can have a car debate.

You can even fight with multiple people.

So it's bloodier, more violent, and entertaining.

Boxers were killed from time to time.

This is one of the reasons why boxing matches are so popular.

Eric ordered a few bottles of wine.

After obtaining Yang Chen's consent, he drank a few drinks happily.

Wang Meng also had a drink.

His expression was quite uncomfortable, and he muttered: "Foreign wine is better paired with drinks."

At this time.

A tall, thin white man with sinister eyes and greasy hair who looked like an Indian cowboy came over, opened his hands, and said loudly to Eric:
"Hey, Eric, my old friend, you haven't been here in a few days."

"tonight."

"You must have a few drinks with me!"

"We must not sneak away like the rat in this bar like last time."

"I promise to God."

"I'd be angry."

Done.

He and Eric hugged each other warmly, then frowned and looked at the four Yang Chens in the booth.

"Eric!"

"Why are you hanging out with some Asian dwarfs?"

"I remember you said that!"

"You hate Asian dwarfs as much as you hate pigs in a pigsty."

The music in the bar is very loud.

Wang Meng couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

Yang Chen and others had little impact.

But they didn't understand.

Seeing that Yang Chen and others had no reaction, Eric kept smiling and leaned into his ear as if giving a kiss on the face.

Shi Ze whispered.

"help me!"

"help me!"

After saying twice, Eric's expression remained unchanged, he returned to his seat honestly, and looked at Yang Chen.

There was nothing unusual about Yang Chen.

Only then did I feel relieved.

The cowboy with sinister eyes immediately understood the situation.

He calmly said loudly: "Hey, my old man, you wait here."

"I'll get the wine!"

"Take our cowboy's favorite tequila."

Done.

He turned and left.

Yang Chen glanced at Zhong Xiaowei.

Zhong Xiaowei understood.

He immediately got up and followed him.

See this.

Eric's face suddenly turned pale.

He suddenly felt restless on the sofa, his eyes filled with fear.

He looked at Yang Chen.

Then he looked at Zhong Xiaowei who had disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Gritting his teeth.

With lightning speed, he picked up the wine bottle on the wine table and smashed it to pieces with a snap.

Then he used a sharp glass blade to stab Yang Chen.

He knows that Zhong Xiaowei is very powerful.

They should be the bodyguards and thugs of this pair of dwarfs who look as weak as chickens.

Now that the bodyguard is gone.

So why didn't he take this opportunity to kill them and run away?

why not?
I, Eric, am also a ruthless character!

He kills people without mercy.

Such a close distance.

The opponent is another Asian dwarf who is as weak as a chicken.

Eric was confident enough to stab him through the neck.

Then knock down the fat man next to him who looks like a pig.

He even thought about it.

Take that woman away.

God!

This Asian woman is so beautiful!
Eric thought, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all.

The fat man asked Meng when he came to his senses.

It's too late.

But he wasn't panicked at all.

All he wanted to say was: "Hey, Mr. Eric, I have some sad news for you."

"You shouldn't be looking for him!"

"He is the real big devil!"

Here.

Facing Eric's sudden attack.

Yang Chen didn't even raise his eyelids, and didn't even bother to look at him.

Instant infuriating body protection.

An invisible copper wall and iron wall formed outside him.

Eric stabbed straight down.

The wine bottle shattered into glass shards, leaving Eric's hands covered with blood.

Eric was dumbfounded.

Like seeing the devil.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Oh, my God!"

"Are you the devil?"

Eric shouted desperately.

At this time.

Wang Meng immediately slapped him in the face, then pushed him down on the sofa and beat him up.

The scene was crowded.

The music was deafening again.

No one knows what's going on here.

No one cares either.

When Wang Meng stopped.

Eric had slumped on the sofa like a dead dog, motionless.

The face is still mumbling to himself.

"impossible!"

"Is he the devil?" At this time.

Zhong Xiaowei is back.

"Mr. Yang, the cowboy went to find the owner of this bar."

"The bar owner will send someone over soon."

"What do we do next?"

Yang Chen was about to find the owner of this bar. It would be better for them to come over and save himself trouble.

"fine."

"Wait for them to come"

Yang Chen said lightly.

moment.

The music in the bar stopped abruptly.

The sea of ​​people dancing wildly suddenly stopped beating and looked around in astonishment.

The people above had already begun to curse.

At this time.

The originally dark bar suddenly turned on the big lights.

The whole bar suddenly lit up like daylight.

Security guards began to disperse the crowd.

Let all customers near Yang Chen's booth stay away from that area.

immediately.

Taking Yang Chen's deck as the center.

Suddenly it became an empty area.

Customers are very cooperative.

obviously.

This was not the first time they had faced this situation and knew what was going to happen next.

really.

A middle-aged white man in a suit, not tall but very imposing, came with a group of tall, powerful, cold-faced black bodyguards.

This white man with a strong aura has a beard all over his face.

But it's very well done.

Like upper class people.

His beard was slightly white, and he was obviously quite old.

But his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

As soon as he comes over.

The crowd blocking the road will automatically separate.

And those who recognized him shouted: "Dear Mr. Vitok, good evening!"

"Mr. Vitok, nice to meet you!"

"Mr. Whittock, is it really you? Oh, my God, now I can go back and show off to them."

Face greetings from everyone.

Vitok waved hello to them very politely and gentlemanly.

Then he walked to Yang Chen's booth.

"Hello, dear Asian friends."

"My name is Vitok, I'm the owner of this bar, or you can call me Uncle Vitok."

"Oh, hell!"

"You look younger than my son!"

"I'm an old man already."

Vitok laughed at himself, and then stretched out his hand to Yang Chen.

Although he has great aura.

But he behaved very well-educated and easy-going.

Like Uncle Tom from the next door neighbor.

He was very discerning and could tell at a glance that Yang Chen was the leader among the four Asians, so he extended his hand to him.

Yang Chen stood up and shook his hand.

Said in Chinese: "Hello, Mr. Vitok, my name is Yang!"

Hear the words.

Vitok said hello in broken Chinese, and then smiled: "Oh, I'm Chinese!"

"I love China!"

"It's a beautiful country!"

Wang Meng was translating on the side.

Hear the words.

Yang Chen smiled.

"Mr. Vitok, I was just looking for you. Can we find a place to talk?"

Mr. Wentok also smiled.

"Of course!"

"Extremely happy!"

"But before that, I hope you let my friend go, Mr. Eric."

"We don't know what happened between you."

"Maybe bad."

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding!"

"But now that it's here with me, we must have a solution."

"What do you say?"

Yang Chen nodded.

Let Zhong Xiaowei let Eric go.

"very good!"

"My Chinese friend, I am very glad that you made the right choice."

"Now."

"Come with me!"

"Come to my office."

"You can say whatever you want when you get there."

Done.

Mr. Whittock gave him a slight nod.

Then he turned and walked to his office.

See this.

Yang Chen and the four others followed.

His office is on the second floor.

After passing through a long and dark passage, we stepped onto a spiral staircase to reach the second floor.

There is a long corridor on the second floor.

Mr. Vitok, escorted by bodyguards, quickly entered the corner of the corridor.

And when Yang Chen and others walked over.

The corner was deserted.

Wang Meng reacted immediately and shouted: "No, we have fallen into a trap!"

really.

The floor beneath my feet was suddenly empty.

Wang Meng had no time to react, and his fat body fell down.

but.

The moment of falling.

A hand caught him just in time.

Take action.

It was Yang Chen.

Yang Chen grabbed him and jumped up to the corridor lightly.

Ling Xiaozi and Zhong Xiaowei followed closely.

Just a little trap.

For Yang Chen and others, it is naturally not worth mentioning.

After landing.

Wang Meng yelled angrily.

He yelled at Vitok, saying that this kind of person is a typical European and American, a gentleman on the outside, a gangster on the inside, and full of bad intentions.

Yang Chen didn't look angry at all.

he knows.

Things won't be that simple.

He had never seen anyone.

Of course you won't be fooled by the surface.

At this time.

A group of black bodyguards rushed out.

All of them hold micro punches in their hands.

Say nothing.

Just shoot at them.

at this time.

The deafening music in the bar has started again.

Covered up the heavy gunfire very well.

The black bodyguards fired recklessly.

The golden bullet casings fell down like raindrops.

but.

A scene that shocked the black bodyguards happened.

Under the fire of several micro-shots.

It disappeared.

Just before their noses, he disappeared like a ghost.

And when they react.

I just felt a pain in the back of my head.

Then the personnel was unknown.

"Mr. Vitok, I just want to talk to you and make a deal."

"Please don't test my patience again."

"Otherwise you will be embarrassed!"

Yang Chen shouted through Wang Meng like Vitok.

no respond.

The scene fell into silence.

after awhile.

Mr. Vitok just walked out of a room, applauding and laughing: "My Chinese friends, you have passed the test!"

"I have to admit it."

"Your skills are very good."

"Is that Chinese Kung Fu?"

"I like Chinese Kung Fu, and so does my son. There are posters of Jack Cheng on the wall of his bedroom."

Yang Chen smiled.

"Now."

"Can we talk now?"

Vitok nodded: "Of course, you have obtained this qualification!"

"bring it on!"

"My Chinese friends."

"Come to my office!"

"Please rest assured."

"Your test is over, I promise!"

Yang Chen smiled.

Look at Zhong Xiaowei.

Zhong Xiaowei understood, and moved towards Vitok like a gust of wind.

you promise?
Do not!
You are no longer qualified to guarantee me any more.

It will be cold to capture you and torture you slowly.

Zhong Xiaowei quickly approached.

He was about to take down Vitok.

At this time.

A gust of strong wind suddenly struck, and its power was so overbearing that it forced Zhong Xiaowei to retreat.

(End of this chapter)