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Chapter 4 Fight Club!
Late at night, in an alley behind a bar somewhere in the South District.

Although it was almost dawn, there was a large group of people gathered here. Looking up, they were dressed differently, from elites in expensive suits to homeless people in tattered and old clothes.

But although they dress differently and have different identities, they all have two common characteristics, that is, they are all men, and they are men who have anger in their hearts and need to vent!

"Fuck, why haven't the Irish brothers come yet?"

"I remember the time is twelve o'clock every Saturday morning. It's only three minutes away. They should be here to open the door soon."

"It better be quick, I can't wait to fight at the fight club"

"Hey! Did you forget the first rule?!"

The man who had just spoken immediately shut up after hearing this and didn't say another word. It was obvious that this rule was extremely important to him.

Just as everyone was anxiously waiting, a pair of extremely long figures under the street lights walked into the alley.

The two wore the same style of old coats, had the same short brown hair, and were equally showy, wearing a pair of sunglasses in the middle of the night to cosplay as Terminators.

They are the Irish brothers that everyone is looking forward to, the eldest brother Connor and the second brother Murphy.

There were rumors that they were a gay Irish couple, but only those who knew them knew how ridiculous that rumor was.

Because in order to describe the relationship between the two brothers, we have to create a word that is even gayer than gay.

"Sorry for the wait guys, the club is now open!"

Connor clapped his hands, shouted in a strange tone, and then raised his chin towards his younger brother beside him.

Seeing that everyone was so impatient, Murphy stopped hesitating and took out a key from his pocket.

Seeing this, everyone made way for them, revealing the door to a basement that was blocking their way.

Yes, this is the club they are talking about - the basement of an abandoned bar.

But just as the key was inserted into the lock, the roar of a car engine suddenly sounded.

A pickup truck drifted in a not-so-clean manner, spun out of the car, knocked over two trash cans, and stopped in front of them with a bang.

The Irish brothers, who were originally on guard, suddenly smiled in surprise. Although the people in the car had not gotten out yet, with such crude driving skills, no one else could do it except the club's founder, Rorschach Butcher.

As everyone waited, Rorschach jumped out of the car, his eyes sweeping over everyone present. He slowly opened his arms:

"Gentlemen, Welcome to Fight Club!"

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"Bang bang bang!"

Waves of dull blows echoed in the basement, intertwined with the men's passionate roars.

The people who were in the alley a few minutes ago have taken off the shirts that indicate their social status and have gathered in a circle, focusing on the primitive bare-knuckle duel in the center, and all releasing selfless shouts.

At this moment, the boundaries between ranks and classes have disappeared, and hypocritical etiquette and constraints have been completely abandoned!

All that's there here are people venting their anger by swinging fists and yelling about unfair treatment!
Just like what Rorschach said when they first joined Fight Club: Your job doesn't define you, the money in the bank doesn't define you, the car you drive doesn't define you, and the skin you wear doesn't define you!
Rorschach, who was regarded as the boss by the members of this club, was being attacked by five strong men with their fists under their gaze.

All five of them rushed forward, their fists aimed straight at Rorschach's face.

Rorschach slipped his feet and dodged easily, then threw a backhand punch, hitting the opponent's chin directly.

"Oh!"

With a snap, the man fell on his back, with blood foam spurting out of his mouth.

After throwing a punch, he bent his knees to avoid the attack from another person on the side, and then hit the opponent's waist with a short hook.

One punch to the liver!
The man bent over instantly, his face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground, holding his stomach. Even breathing became difficult.

Immediately afterwards, Rorschach seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around suddenly and elbowed the guy who was trying to attack from behind right on the nose.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the man staggered back, covering his nose. His tears and blood mixed together, and he looked in a miserable state.

When the remaining two saw Rorschach kill three strong men with just three punches and two kicks, they not only showed no fear, but instead roared and rushed up at the same time.

Rorschach moved his feet lightly, dodging a straight punch from one man, and then hit the other man's jaw with an uppercut. Before the last man could react, Rorschach had already rushed forward and hit him in the abdomen with a knee.

The two men collapsed like puppets with their strings cut. In the blink of an eye, all five were lying on the ground. Rorschach shook the blood off his hands and said jokingly, "Compared to building blocks, what you need more now is to improve your footwork. My grandma can get up to go to the bathroom faster than you can."

"Hahaha"

This immediately caused everyone to laugh, and many people looked at Rorschach's explosive body with amazement.

This is definitely One Tough Motherf*cker!
The fight continued, but the pair on the field had been replaced by two skinny weaklings. However, they still fiercely used their fighting skills, which they had learned from street vendors or video stores, against each other. Although it was not as exciting as the previous Rorschach duel, it still aroused cheers from everyone present.

Rorschach walked to a staircase and sat down. After stretching his wrist, he raised his hand to take the beer thrown to him.

"Boss, you seem to be in a bad mood today."

Connor, the eldest of the Irish brothers, finally couldn't help but ask, although Rorschach had not come to the club many times in the past, he was always full of passion and made a lot of declarations criticizing consumerism and social injustice, but this time it seemed that he just came here to beat people up?

Rorschach didn't answer him. He opened the can, opened the ring, drank the beer in one gulp, and then raised his head and let out a long sigh.

Gus's threat, the shadow of the past, and the fate of those innocent children weighed on his heart like stones, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

After a short silence, Rorschach crumpled the beer can in his hand into a ball and slammed it against the wall.

He can usually pretend not to see the drug trafficking, because all those who sell drugs deserve to die anyway.

But this time, Gus even got involved in the business of kidnapping children. No matter what kind of education he received in his previous life or this life, this touched Rorschach's bottom line.

Whether for the sake of those innocent children or for his own future, it is time to completely eradicate the bastard Gus!
"Connor, Murphy."

Rorschach looked at the two brothers in front of him, and a smile suddenly appeared on his originally gloomy face. "How have you been lately? Are you short of money? Are you tight on money?"

Connor shrugged and sighed, "Tighter than a Mormon virgin."

"Well, it's not that tight actually. We still have over $500 in emergency funds that we haven't used yet." Murphy thought for a moment and then said honestly, "It's probably tighter than a prostitute, but definitely not tighter than a virgin."

"Watford? There are still 500 yuan at home? How come I didn't know!" Connor looked at his brother in shock.

Murphy explained helplessly, "That's an emergency reserve. It's for use as bail if one of us goes to jail one day."

".Okay, you have a point."

Connor was suddenly speechless. Given the brothers' trouble-making personalities, they really needed to prepare some bail money.

Seeing that the two brothers looked like paupers, Rorschach coughed lightly, then took out a stack of banknotes tied with a rubber band from his pocket and threw it to them.

Connor looked down and immediately opened his mouth in surprise. Every bill here was a hundred-dollar bill, at least two thousand US dollars!
Murphy, who was more mature than him, couldn't help but ask, "Boss Rorschach, we just come here every week to open the club. There's no need to pay us so much."

"What are you dreaming of? Do you think this is Atlanta's Golden Club? I just need your help with something else."

Rorschach came over and put his arms around their shoulders. The three of them put their heads together and whispered to each other. It was a while before the two Irish brothers understood what Rorschach meant.

The two men patted Rorschach's chest at the same time, both with an expression that said, "I'll take care of this."

After accepting the task, the two brothers happily walked into the crowd, ready to pick two opponents to "share" their joy.

Looking at their backs, which were both Chinese and martial, Luo Xia suddenly regretted leaving the task to them.

And how did he know these two brothers?

It seems like one night we were drinking in a bar and beat up a British guy who liked to speak in a pretentious way, and the next day we became friends for some unknown reason.
Well, sometimes men's friendships are just weird.

Time passed quickly amidst the fighting and sweat. After only a few fights, it was already time for the club to close.

In that dark and damp alley, two wild cats were fighting over the leftovers that spilled from the overturned trash can.

At this moment, a resounding roar came from the basement separated only by an iron door, instantly scaring them away.

"The first rule about fight club is: you do not talk about fight club!"

"The second rule of fight club is..."

"You still can't!"

"talk!"

"Fight Club!!!"

(End of this chapter)