"It’s you, Kenny!" the three lackeys said with their heads down.
"You want to kill ? We’re in the sa gang!" I slapped Mars on the cheek.
"Fack, I’m going to kill you, bastard." Mars’s face was covered in blood, looking terrifying.
"I like your bravery." I grabbed Mars by his broken arm and dragged him to the bar.
Mars was dragged across the floor like a lamb to the slaughter.
"Oh, God!" Everyone hid in the corner in fear.
Dragging Mars to the bar, I picked up a high stool and aid for his right leg.
"I hope you’ll still be brave later."
"What do you want to do?" Mars looked at in fear.
"I want to do this."
Bam, I swung the stool down on his right leg.
"Oh, SHIT! My leg."
Watching Mars roll on the ground, I beckoned to the bunny girl at the bar.
"Give a towel."
"Okay, Kenny."
Holding the towel, I placed it over Mars’s face, took a swig of whiskey with my left hand, and poured the drink over the towel.
"Ahhhhh!" As the liquor soaked the towel, it blocked Mars’s nose and mouth, making him unable to breathe, like drowning.
His body twisted continuously, but he couldn’t escape my grip.
Everyone kept their heads down; at this mont, I was the devil.
Removing the towel, Mars’s chest heaved, looking wretched, his eyes bloodshot.
"What do you want to say to ?"
"You bastard. Kenny, I’ll kill you!"
"GOOD!" I placed the towel back on Mars’s face.
"NONONO!" Mars scread.
The liquor poured over the towel again, bringing back the suffocating sensation.
Mars kept kicking the floor, trying to grab onto sothing.
Removing the towel, Mars’s expression changed; he knew I would kill him.
"Want to say sothing?"
"Sorry, Kenny."
"AND?" I looked into his eyes, my wicked smile scaring him.
"I don’t know. Sorry." Mars looked at pleadingly.
"Say thank you!"
Everyone stared at my face, say thank you?
Fack!
Do you know you almost killed him?
"Thank you, thank you, Kenny."
"GOOD!" I stood up. "Does everyone understand?"
"Yes, Kenny!"
"Who’s the BOSS here?"
"It’s you, Kenny!"
"GOOD!"
Mars’s eyes were fixed on my back, his left hand reaching behind, pulling out a German MK25 tactical pistol.
"Watch out!" Kelly scread.
"Die!" Mars aid at my back.
I turned and grabbed Mars’s arm, lifting it up.
Bam! The bullet hit the ceiling.
"Damn it." Mars looked at in fear.
My right hand pressed on the joint of his arm.
"NONONO!" Mars shook his head, knowing what I was about to do.
Crack!
"GOD!" Mars lay on the ground, both his hands broken. Rolling continuously on the floor, pain filled his nerves.
I picked up the MK25 and tossed it to Kelly, "Do you know how to use this?"
"I can learn."
"This gun is yours now."
"Thanks, boss." Kelly took the gun and put it behind her back.
"Stop, you’re wearing yoga pants, that doesn’t look good. Amir, get her a holster, tie it on her thigh."
"OK!" Amir made an "okay" gesture.
"You guys, take him away to the hospital, don’t show up at the club. If I see you, I’ll make you all end up like this! Understand?"
"Yes, Kenny!"
The remaining three took their injured companion and left.
Clap clap clap! I clapped my hands, drawing everyone’s attention, "Clean up a bit and get back to work."
"Why didn’t you kill him?" Amir said worriedly, "Mars will seek revenge."
"Don’t worry, he needs to heal first before thinking of revenge. If I kill him, Johnny will have an excuse to punish , can’t give him that chance."
"I’ll listen to you!" Amir knew my current situation and that I couldn’t do anything too out of line.
[Kelly and you cleared the club’s trouble.
Constitution increased by 3, Constitution: 73
Energy increased by 3, Energy: 63
Your words moved Kelly deeply; she’s not a prostitute, she’s your employee.
Your affirmation helped her wounds heal. Conquest increased, Conquest: 50
Kelly’s Conquest is 50; she won’t betray you. You can grant her a skill you possess. Choose one!]
[Quick Shot]
[Kelly has acquired rapid shooting skills, her close combat ability enhanced.]
Good choice. She can brawl and shoot.
Combining shooting and fighting introduces indoor CQB skills; Kelly’s fighting ability is great, and with rapid shooting, her weaknesses disappear.
"Amir, arrange the work for them."
I headed upstairs, with Sofia absent, I’m in charge, and I can use the office in the corner of the second floor.
This office is Sofia’s private space.
Simple decor, a set of sofas, and a TV setup behind .
That’s the club’s surveillance feed, showing every corner.
I sat in the boss’s chair; Sofia’s drawer contained only docunts, nothing valuable. To my right was a liquor cabinet with expensive spirits on top.
I’m not interested in any of that.
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the office door. On the visual feed, Natasha stood at the door in a bunny costu.
I pressed the open-door button.
"Kenny, congratulations."
"Thanks, you’re not wearing a dancer’s outfit?"
Natasha walked over with a drink, "I don’t want to dance anymore, don’t want those n touching . I’m working as a server; Amir told you’re selling cigarettes and alcohol at the club, so I plan to promote your goods."
"Thanks!"
"I know I can’t help you much, but I want to do sothing for you."
Natasha sat on the armrest of my chair, her hands kneading my shoulders, giving a massage.
"Mars is a jerk, always asking out. When I refuse, he gets forceful. If it wasn’t for Sofia, he would’ve taken ho. He’s a bastard. I’m happy you taught him a lesson today."
"He’s a bastard."
I took a sip from the drink in my hand; it’s a carbonated alcoholic beverage, also known as a bubbly drink, popular at nightclubs, favored by the young crowds.
"Give the sales records for the cigarettes and alcohol."
"Okay." Natasha left the office, quickly returning with the records from the cashier—a storage device listing the sales of various alcohol brands.
I opened the computer and started working; I need to understand the club’s situation.
As night fell, Miami turned into a city that never sleeps; nightti is when life truly begins.
What I need to do now is manage the club, achieve results, sell more cigarettes and alcohol, as money is the path to changing my life.
Sofia will expand her territory; only by doing my job well can I beco her partner and beco the owner of PINK. With a club, I don’t need to take risks on the streets or sell drugs; my career is here.
"Can I co in?"
Natasha’s voice ca from the visual door lock.
"Co in!" I put down the mouse, lit a cigarette, and turned to look at the monitors behind . On the surveillance feed, there were many young people on the first floor of the club.
They were dancing in the pool, drinking in the booths.
The dancers moved their bodies on the booths, with the surrounding n whistling and taking pictures with their phones, even splashing alcohol on the dancers’ bikinis. The atmosphere was lively.
The screen showed many beautiful and sexy won, so were guests or friends brought by guests, while others were Sofia’s girls.
The more pretty girls a club has, the better the business does. Popularity is determined by the girls.
Of course, the environnt and atmosphere are also important.
"Are you busy?"
"No, I’m resting."
"Really?"
Natasha, in her bunny costu, knelt in front of , her hands caressing my thighs.
"Need to help you relax?"
The girl looked at , her smile sweet.
[My Secretary Mode activated!]
[Natasha’s Excitent Level: 60.]
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