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Chapter 508 One light and one dark

Under a clear blue sky and with the sun shining brightly, a nightclub in Philadelphia called Nightlife is currently immersed in deafening electronic music and dazzling, flashing lights.

At this time of day, probably no bar in the world would be open, but the atmosphere inside the three-story VIP rooms was one of extravagance.

The private room features a dark gold and deep brown color scheme, with vintage leather upholstery on the walls, large and soft leather sofas, and a coffee table laden with top-quality whiskey, chilled champagne, and a fresh fruit platter.

On the central sofa, two overweight men sat facing each other, surrounded by four exquisitely made-up dancers in revealing silver sequined miniskirts. Their graceful figures were constantly rubbing against the men's arms with their soft bodies.

"Don't worry, Reggie's brother is my brother. I can't guarantee other places, but in Philadelphia and the surrounding towns, there's absolutely no gray area that Hall can't handle."

"Besides, I didn't put in any effort at all, yet I got such a great deal. I should be the one saying thank you."

After saying that, Hall raised his glass and said to the man who was rubbing the woman's breasts in his arms, "Come on, Craig, this is a toast to you. Next time you come, you must stay for a few more days so I can properly show you what it's like to be a good host."

Sitting opposite him was Ernst's agent, the CEO of Dolly Copyright, the owner of Craig Trading Company, the American Cao Cao, and the friend of Hollywood women, Craig.

His trip to Philadelphia was on official business, commissioned by Ernst.

There's no way to resolve Wawa's situation quickly and openly; that's where Greg's role comes in.

He slowly raised his head, pulled away the large hand that had been gripping the dancer's breast, picked up the wine glass on the table, and gently clinked it against Hall's glass, producing a crisp sound.

"Hall, no need for formalities. After this is over, I'll arrange a time for you and Reggie to go to Los Angeles together. I'll arrange for some Hollywood stars to accompany you, I guarantee you'll have a great time."

"Really?" Hall's eyes lit up instantly when he heard the word "celebrity." He couldn't wait to down the whiskey in his glass, then slammed the glass down and rubbed his hands together incessantly. His eagerness was like that of a black-headed fly that had spotted its prey.

Craig took a leisurely sip of red wine, pinched the dancer's buttocks with his large hand, drawing a chorus of complaints. After a lewd laugh, he said, "What's so difficult about that? We can't get A-list actresses, but those third- or fourth-tier stars and small-time models are no problem."

"Let me tell you, their skill in serving men is absolutely unparalleled."

At this point, Craig glanced at the dancers beside the two, his tone tinged with disdain, "Their skills are merely the result of practice, while those actresses in the entertainment industry practice intensively. In the words of their film school, they are all formally trained and have learned professional techniques. Compared to these self-taught individuals, they are worlds apart."

"Then I'll show you some tricks. I'll hang a yoga strap over your legs and make you do a split. You don't even have to lift a finger, just lie there. You won't have to waste any effort. Even when you go to the toilet, she'll hold it in her mouth for you, so you don't miss your pee spot."

Craig became more and more excited as he spoke, while Hall grew more and more longing as he listened.

Just as Hall was engrossed in the moment, thinking about inviting Reggie to Los Angeles to broaden their horizons in a while, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the door of the private room. The heavy solid wood door was pushed open violently, and both of them shuddered at the same time, perhaps because they were startled.

"FXXK, can't you keep your voice down?" Hall was the first to react. When he saw his underling rushing in through the door, he was instantly enraged. He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the coffee table and threw it at his underling.

The younger brother was quite agile. Seeing the apple flying towards him, he quickly dodged to the side and then said somewhat aggrievedly, "Boss, didn't you tell me before that I should notify you immediately if there was any news from over there? I'm just following your orders, afraid of delaying important matters."

"Hmm?" Craig and the other man exchanged a glance. Then Hall waved to the dancers in the box and said coldly, "You all go out and wait outside. Don't come in without my permission."

Although the dancers were puzzled, they dared not disobey Hall's orders. They stood up, straightened their clothes, and quickly walked out of the private room with their heads down.

They knew perfectly well that the things these important figures were discussing were things they could never get involved in, and if they overheard something they shouldn't have, they might not even be able to save their lives.

A female celebrity is a female celebrity. If this matter is messed up, let alone the female celebrity in the yoga belt, it is very likely that Hall himself will be hung up.

Hall's overly ingratiating hospitality towards Craig wasn't entirely due to the introduction by his good friend Reggie from New York.

There is an even more important reason, and that is the big shot standing behind this fat man.

The terrifying energy displayed by their opponent was simply beyond the capabilities of these rats in the darkness to contend with.

Although he controlled a quarter of Pennsylvania and was one of the biggest gang leaders in the area with hundreds of henchmen, he knew in his heart that he was nothing compared to real power.

Putting everything else aside, the PPD, or Philadelphia Police Department, is someone they can't afford to mess with.

But on his very first day in Philadelphia, this fat man displayed astonishing strength.

At the time, one of Hall's key associates was arrested by the Philadelphia Police Department for suspected smuggling. Hall used many connections and spent a lot of money, but he still couldn't get him out.

Craig simply made a phone call, hung up, told him it was all taken care of, and then took him to pick up the person.

He was sitting in his car at the time, and although he was quite far away, he could still clearly see Craig and the deputy commissioner of the Philadelphia Police Department standing at the door talking. Both of them had smiles on their faces and seemed to have a very good relationship.

Hall knew who the big shot behind Craig was.

But he never expected that such a big shot would be able to extend his reach into Philadelphia's judicial system, which is on the East Coast, not in faraway California.

This ability filled him with deep apprehension and even fear.

Actually, he was overthinking it. Ernst didn't know anyone in Philadelphia. The reason PPD did him this favor was entirely because of Blackwater.

The Philadelphia Police Department is a long-term client of Blackwater, and every year they send officers to Blackwater for professional training, including subjects such as counterterrorism, hand-to-hand combat, and tactical coordination.

Because of the Blackwater, the Philadelphia Police Department has achieved zero casualties among its officers in the past two years, and its arrest efficiency has also improved significantly, so that's the face they're giving.

Craig's connection to this was entirely due to the fact that the Blackwater instructor in charge of training the Philadelphia police and Ernst's bodyguard, Tom, were longtime friends.

This is also why Ernst has always admired Craig: cautious, meticulous, and never fighting an unprepared battle.

In Ernst's view, villains always die from talking too much and being reckless, while Craig not only doesn't talk much, but he also always has a backup plan in mind and is very well prepared.

For example, when Ernst asked him to come to Philadelphia, he immediately thought that he needed the help of the local gangs and contacted his acquaintances to see if they could make an introduction.

He also thought about the power he needed to intimidate others. He couldn't bring his underlings, but that didn't mean he couldn't use their power to intimidate others.

What are gangsters most afraid of?

It's definitely a cop.

It didn't matter that he didn't know the cops; he just remembered that Blackwater had been training many police departments in the United States.

Then they contacted Muller and a few of Ernst's bodyguards to inquire, and found out that Tom's buddy was in charge of training them.

Then came the part where, upon arriving in Philadelphia, they demonstrated their intimidation capabilities.

Hall then misunderstood, thinking that Ernst had extended his reach into Philadelphia's judicial system.