122 Welco To RJC
“Drink?” A sexy dressed female bartender with a big chest smiled at the two good looking n who had just sat.
“Whiskey, please,” Calvin said.
Ian smiled faintly as he looked at the hot woman, “Anything your hands can make,”
“You’ll be impressed,” The bright red full lips woman answered.
“Wish I could hold the adrenaline,” Ian replied with a seductive smile.
“Making a sexy woman with a charming smile as a bartender was a brilliant idea,” Ian said by placing his joined fingers under his chin without stopping to stare at the woman.
The red lips smiled, “Are you guys new? I’ve never seen you guys before.”
Ian nodded, “Looking for so new entertainnt. I don’t think I was wrong in choosing to co to this place.”
The woman laughed even more, “Then, I hope you are addicted,” she winked and handed him a large short glass filled with a light brown liquid. Inside, also sat a large ice ball. It was Calvin’s drink.
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“Thanks,” Calvin said with a smile.
“My pleasure,” The woman answered. Incidentally, her taste was a man with an oriental face and a very manly body like the blonde one. But the man looked introverted and a bit geeky, not like the droopy eyes that looked sexy sat right in front of her.
“What’s your na, Lady? Do you think I have a chance to find out?” Ian asked, continuing to observe the slender hands that were making him a drink.
“Beatrice. How about yours?” The woman replied.
“I’m Antonio. He’s my friend, Luke.” He put his arm around Calvin’s shoulders briefly until the man almost choked on the alcohol he was drinking.
“Burning Night,” Beatrice put down a slim tall martini glass filled with reddish-purple liquid.
“Burning Night, huh..?” Ian muttered by pulling the glass and pressing the glass’s mouth to his lower lip, then, took a sip of the beautiful coloured drink, “Beautiful and warm. As the na implies, and I hope, the maker too..” he continued by looking at the woman in front of him aningfully.
Even though he was smiling, in his heart, Calvin was cursing Ian’s skill in seducing won. He didn’t expect the droopy-eyed man to have such a deadly talent. He didn’t even look like the usual annoying Ian with his characteristic slightly cynical look in his eyes.
‘I’d better keep quiet about this.’ Calvin thought. He could only act cold and indifferent, which seed to suit his aura more.
“Have you worked here long?” Ian asked in a deep voice.
Beatrice nodded, “Even before the change of owner.”
“Change of owner?” Ian repeated.
Beatrice nodded again, “Because the current owner treats his workers more humanely, I’m staying here for a long ti.”
“Oh.. Glad to hear that. I don’t even know who the previous owner of this place was. I think RJC founded this place itself.”
“Haha.. That’s impossible. There used to be no such thing as RJC because the leader was just a kid. But he turned out to be great enough to seize power.” Beatrice said.
“You seem to really admire him.” Ian smiled.
“All the won here admire him. He is extrely beautiful, well built, good at fighting, and.. rich.” Then the woman looked left and right before leaning forward with one hand placed on the side of her mouth, “But, who would have thought if he was a fat kid who was often bullied?” she continued with a chuckle.
Ian laughed, “Are you allowed to say that in this place? You might get in trouble later.”
Beatrice shrugged, “Our boss almost never cos here,”
“He doesn’t?” Ian raised his thick eyebrows.
The woman nodded, “We are being looked after by a man who has been the manager of this place since Appolo had held this place.”
Hearing Apollo’s na, Calvin and Ian imdiately glanced at each other. The two of them were shocked to hear the new fact that the once-powerful group was the previous owner of the Underground Cave.
In the past, Appolo was powerful because they were a gangster group whose standards were almost equal to a mafia group. The higher-ups were adult n who had mature minds. What made them strong was that, sohow, they could use a gun that was declared illegal by the laws of Handway City. But suddenly, horrendous news spread saying that its leader died in an accident. After that, Apollo disappeared as if it was swallowed by the earth.
But now the truth has been revealed. Apollo did not disappear because the leader died in a traffic accident. But the leader was killed by soone who made RJC its successor. Was that person Marcel Douglas? After all, regardless of who killed the Appolo’s leader, wouldn’t that give in to the fact that RJC was really strong?
“Looks like you’re not from here, are you?” Beatrice asked.
Ian ca back from his thought, then smiled and nodded once, “It seems life is very exciting here. Is your house in this area?”
“I rented a room with my friend,” Beatrice replied.
“Ow.. Then maybe living in this area would be nice too,” Ian blinked his eye.
Beatrice chuckled, “You’re very flirtatious, you know?”
“I know. I can’t help myself in front of a beautiful woman. Do you feel uncomfortable with ?” Ian asked softly.
“I don’t know.. But you’re polite enough for a flirt.” The woman who was making another drink replied, “I like it,” she continued, making Ian chuckle in amusent.
Calvin silently nudged Ian’s leg. It was enough for him to hear him teasing the female bartender disgustingly. Calvin felt like throwing up by that.
“Anyways.. This place is a gem. No wonder there are still many people who co even though we have to be charged a hefty fee to enter this place.” Ian said before glancing at Calvin sarcastically.
“That’s because of the wrestling match over there.” The woman pointed towards the front with her chin, “I heard that wrestling matches are the main source of inco for the Underground Cave. That is also the number one attraction why many people keep their hands on this place.”
Ian nodded, “I can see it,”
Beatrice suddenly seed to flinch as she looked to the side, “That’s my boss. Don’t let him see lazing around here.” she said before walking away to other custors to take their orders.
Ian and Calvin both turned their heads toward the iron staircase in the corner. They noticed that the stairs led to the second floor above them with a floor made of iron bars.
There were several n walking down the stairs. All of the n were dressed in all black, except for one man who looked a little older, who only wore a bit shabby ordinary jacket. Then, two n look quite young but seem to be the most respected, because the two big guards who stay at the bottom of the stairs, imdiately bowed respectfully when the two of them walked past them.
Ian and Calvin looked at each other with the sa thought. They could imdiately guess that the man with the shining red hair and the man with thick eyebrows was Marcel Douglas’ accomplice.
“Huft.. That old man finally left,” Beatrice returned to them.
Ian imdiately smiled at the woman, “Do they co here often?” he asked.
Beatrice nodded, “Usually, it’s only once a week. But they seem to be narrowing their schedule down to about every three days.” she seed to think. “It’s been a bit tense lately. I’ve seen a few thugs trying to ss around on this side of the street. Maybe that’s also the reason.”
“So.. After from this place, where do you plan to go?” the woman asked, biting the side of her lower lip.
“We happen to have a business to attend to, so maybe we’ll go by.. um.. now,” Calvin said quickly, taking out his wallet and paying for their drinks.
“Oh, really?” The woman muttered with a slightly disappointed face.
Ian took the washcloth placed near Beatrice, took a pen out of his jacket pocket, and wrote down the phone number, “Call ,” He blinked an eye and walked away with his partner.
“They must be heading for the base,” Calvin said in their steps to cut through the crowd.
Ian nodded, “Don’t be too hasty. Don’t let anyone notice that we’re following them.”
The two n walked quickly up the first stairs. Then, as soon as they were on the last steps, near the railed door, they passed the old man and imdiately acted casually. The old man glanced at them briefly before taking another sip of his cigarette as he stepped down.
After exiting the iron door, Ian and Calvin still had ti to see a black sedan driving away.
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In the spacious basent, around fifty n in black shirts neatly lined up sturdily. They were guarded by several other n who walked to and fro around them with intimidating looks. Everyone imdiately bowed respectfully as soon as a man appeared out of the elevator.
“Good evening, Boss!” They all exclaid as soon as the man stepped out of the glass door into the basent of the building.
“They are the new kids from the studio,” Vico said as soon as Marcel was standing beside him.
“Only this much?” Marcel asked with a slightly disappointed face.
Vico nodded, “I’m sorry. Actually, we did disqualify a few who we considered being too weak. I don’t want them to beco a burden in the group.” He admitted with a bowed head.
“Hmm.. Fine, if you think so. Good work,” Marcel nodded by patting the man on the back once.
“From now on, you all are the mbers of the Red Jack Commander. Follow all the rules and don’t ss around. In this group, I attach great importance to loyalty. If any of you dared to renegade, don’t ever think to be able to get out of here alive. And you should have understood that you will not be allowed to just leave this group.” Marcel said loudly.
“COPY!” They all said in unison with their heads still bowed respectfully, legs slightly wide apart, and hands placed behind their backs.
Marcel nodded lightly, “Welco to RJC.”
Then, they all clapped loudly. It was the third new mbers’ acceptance ceremony that week.
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