Chapter 1002: Chapter 1004: There’s Always a Higher Heaven
"I really didn’t expect that after a few years, the quality of girls around here has improved." Butcher laughed.
"I picked the top-notch ones for you, not like when we were new recruits, no money to play with." Lin Fei jokingly scolded.
Though saying that, these won weren’t anything special. In a place as chaotic as this, you could play with anyone for money. Lin Fei and his crew wouldn’t partake, just a quick thrill. For real fun, you have to go professional.
"Hahaha, the boss is right, co on, enough talk, let’s drink!" Radar felt if they kept talking, they’d start thinking about Little Tiger again, and quickly raised his bottle and spoke.
Whether or not he changes the subject, everyone had already thought of Little Tiger; the atmosphere briefly fell into silence.
Just then, without knowing, a group of young n stood behind them.
Lin Fei and the others had long sensed sothing off behind them. Lin Fei looked back, seeing all punks, hair dyed in various colors, earrings, tattoos—they had it all.
"Hey uncles, you’re not young anymore. You probably have families, right? Playing here isn’t working. Aren’t you afraid your wife will make you kneel on a washboard when you get ho?" One particularly arrogant-looking punk spoke to Lin Fei and his crew.
Lin Fei and the crew exchanged looks and suddenly burst into laughter, causing the little punk’s expression to turn cold.
Butcher and the rest didn’t expect that being one of the international rcenary leaders would be looked down upon by so local punks; it was too ridiculous, too amusing.
"Interesting, kid, how old are you today?" Radar asked.
The young man’s brow furrowed, "I’m an adult, what’s up?"
"I was thinking about whether our boss should lend you a glass of milk, hahahaha!" As Radar spoke, he suddenly burst into laughter.
The other punks’ faces instantly turned cold, as they realized Radar was just ssing with them.
The leader punk, with a cold expression, said, "You old geezers, don’t be shaless. Leave these girls here and beat it."
Ah, that’s what it’s about.
Lin Fei and the others suddenly understood. These young n weren’t here to borrow money or anything; they’re bold, out of cash, opting to steal, drive off Lin Fei and the crew, enjoying themselves later. What a clever plan.
"If you want them, it’s not impossible." Lin Fei spoke.
This made those young n perk up like they’d been injected with adrenaline, eyes shining at the won like hungry wolves, which left Lin Fei and his companions speechless.
It’s imaginable; these youths probably have no sense of safety, so if one’s got a disease, they’d all get it—the results would be a laugh.
"Co on, each of you takes a bottle of white liquor. Finish it, I’ll pay; and you can play until dawn." Lin Fei said, signalling his brothers to take out the spirits and place them on the table.
Quite a few young n, upon seeing the liquor, couldn’t help but swallow. It was quite a lot; many hadn’t drunk white liquor before, or very little—one bottle might put them to sleep the whole day, let alone play with won.
"You’re ssing with !"
Suddenly, the punk surprisingly grabbed one of the liquor bottles and smashed it towards Lin Fei’s head. Lin Fei had just picked up a bottle to drink but didn’t stop. After taking a sip, the bottle didn’t fall as he said, "This is a fair deal. If you want sothing, you’ve got to trade sothing. Didn’t your mom teach you that?"
Looking at the youth whose arm Butcher had seized, Lin Fei thought this society was indeed disappointing. But since there’s nothing better, he might as well play with these kids.
"Let go of !" The punk remained defiantly arrogant.
At this mont, Lin Fei signaled to Butcher, who instantly understood the aning—their decade-old brotherhood bred an unspeakable synergy.
The punk was like a rag doll, pinned face-up by Butcher, struggling. This drew a crowd until almost no one was dancing, everyone gathered to see what interesting event had unfolded.
"Aren’t they the Thirteen Guardians? How did they get smacked today?" A scruffy passerby joked.
"A bunch of delinquent youths, sigh, with no parental guidance, soone else’ll end up teaching them." Another remarked.
At this point, Butcher grabbed a bottle, opened it, and poured the liquor into the young man’s mouth. The youth choked, his nose and mouth spurting liquor, desperately struggling.
But Butcher’s strength was unmatched, even by twenty punks, making his struggles futile. Eventually, the entire bottle was poured into the punk’s belly.
The punk rose unsteady on his feet; the alcohol hadn’t fully kicked in yet. Once it did, he’d probably pass out.
Swaying, he thought about leaving but was grabbed by Butcher and tossed onto the sofa beside a beauty, saying, "You’re here to play with won, right? You drank the whole bottle, play then. If you’ve got the strength, go for it; if you don’t, don’t embarrass yourself, haha."
Butcher’s words instantly caused laughter among the onlookers, while the punk’s pals attempted to help him but were each held by Lin Fei and the crew. They uncapped four bottles and made four punks drink until eventually, they all passed out.
"Those punks finally got taught a lesson. Always beating people, stealing, forcing female custors - not so bold now. These guys did sothing good!" Soone shouted.
Rumbles of agreent echoed all around, everyone cheering Lin Fei and his team.
Lin Fei himself just thought of casually sobering these youths up, teaching them not to act overtly like bosses - there are always better people, bigger worlds.
Then, amidst the commotion, soone outside shouted, "Oh no, the police are here!!"
The lookout swiftly called out, turning the disco into chaos. The won rushed backstage without a stitch and the custors packed away table powder, feigning nonchalance.
The police were faster than imagined, soon shouting from outside, "Police action! Freeze, hands on your head, squat!"
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