Hard Man Bar.
Just hearing the na, you can tell it's not a proper bar, but this bar's business is booming, with custors coming in even during the day.
Most people who co here to drink like to brand themselves as tough guys, though it's unclear if they're drawn by the bar itself or its na.
A few n in black leather vests were sitting around a table drinking.
One of them, a slim white guy wearing earrings, said in a loud voice, "Hey, last night I t a chick with a body better than Kardashian's," he gestured an S-shape with his hand, "she felt amazing, we had a wonderful night."
The bearded man next to him laughed, "With your skinny fra, you probably had to use your hand with a girl like that." This content belongs to NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"Haha..." This caused laughter all around.
Another bald man patted the guy with earrings on the shoulder, "Tommy, stop bragging. I saw you through the window last night using a manual pump. You should get one that inflates automatically next ti."
"Haha..." This ti the laughter was even louder.
The man called Tommy looked a bit upset, opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to argue back.
"Creak..." The wooden door of the bar was pushed open, drawing everyone's attention.
A stranger with dark hair walked into the bar, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for sothing. Then his eyes landed on Tommy's group, "Are you guys the bikers?"
Tommy stood up and pointed at his black vest, "Kid, don't you have eyes to see for yourself?"
This dark-haired youth was Luke, "I'm here looking for Enco Dumate. Do you know where he is?"
Tommy's expression changed slightly, waving his hand, "You've co to the wrong place. Outsiders aren't welco here."
Luke continued, "I heard Enco Dumate is also a mber of the bikers."
Being teased by everyone, Tommy was already unhappy. His low status in the bikers made it hard for him to vent, so naturally, he didn't show a nice face to an outsider.
Tommy took a few steps forward, reaching his left hand towards Luke's chest, "Be smart and leave this bar imdiately. There's nobody here you want to find."
Looking at the hand reaching for his chest, Luke suddenly extended his right hand, grabbed his opponent's left middle finger, and twisted it forcefully.
"Ah..."
Tommy let out a scream, a severe pain shooting through his right middle finger. Finger nerves are connected to the heart; he had no choice but to adjust his body posture according to the finger twist to lessen the pain in his right middle finger. His balance was slightly off, making him look a bit funny.
Luke took advantage of his unsteady stance, hooked his right foot, and directly knocked him to the ground.
"Bang!" Tommy hit the ground smoothly, grimacing in pain, shaking his right middle finger vigorously.
The other biker mbers were enraged, standing up and shouting, "Are you here to wreck our place, you bastard?"
"Dare to make trouble on our turf, be careful or your head will be twisted off and used as a ball."
"I'll tie you to the back of a motorcycle, make you realize what it ans to ss with us..."
"Kid, you're dead. I guarantee you won't walk out of this bar today."
Facing a group of aggressive and hostile n, Luke didn't show any tension. He calmly unzipped his jacket, revealing the badge inside, "You bikers ain't shit. Want to assault an officer?"
Despite their anger, the badge seed to hold so magic, making them involuntarily stop.
Luke pulled up a chair, sat down dominantly, "Call your boss out. I'm here with full sincerity."
The bearded man stood up, pointed at Luke, and said, "I don't see your sincerity, just feel provoked.
Don't think you can ignore us just because you're a cop; this will cost you."
Luke said seriously, "I'm not ignoring you. On the contrary, I respect you, which is why I ca alone.
I was courteous enough not to break his fingers earlier.
If I give the order, the whole bar will be surrounded airtight. Want to try?"
Not understanding Luke's intentions, the bearded man didn't want to provoke the police rashly and waved his hand to calm his sowhat agitated fellows, "Tell us why you're here."
Luke said, "I'm here looking for Enco Dumate. Where is he?"
The bearded man shook his head, "I don't know. There are too many people in the gang, I can't know where everyone is.
He's not here; try looking elsewhere."
"Listen, I'm not here to cause trouble.
The one in real trouble is Enco Dumate. His family has been kidnapped.
If we can't find Enco Dumate, his family will be in danger, they might even be killed."
Tommy spat and laughed, "Haha, so you're here to protect us? That's the best joke I've heard this year.
I'll thank you on behalf of Enco Dumate, charitable person."
"Haha..." The surrounding people laughed mockingly.
Luke took out a walkie-talkie, "Let her in."
Hearing Luke's words, the people present grew tense. No matter how cocky they sounded, the threat of the LAPD still made them sowhat uneasy.
"Creak..." The bar door opened again.
Mrs. Dumait, with tear stains on her face, rushed into the bar. Before Luke could speak, she scanned the room and shouted, "Enco Dumate, where are you? Get out here now!"
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