"Man, $15 to get in."

Ivan and Golden Retriever stood guard at the door of the club, collecting money to let men in. Every time they collected money, they said: "It is strictly forbidden to mess around in the club. Whatever you want, go out and find a place."

Scott was waiting in the queue, very impatient, and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, we know! I will definitely bring one out so that you can only see it!"

Those who paid the money couldn't wait to get in. The atmosphere in the hot club was so exciting that it was about to explode.

Not only does it cost the ticket, but you also need to buy someone a drink when trying to strike up a conversation, which is another expense.

Martin no longer makes cocktails because there are too many people. He sells beer with Bruce, and many male customers tip quite generously to show their generosity.

Scott came in and was looking for his target when he saw Martin behind the bar.

The "enemies" are extremely jealous when they meet.

Thinking of his wife who was abducted by the old bastard Jack Davis, Scott immediately went to find her: "Idiot, you work here!"

Martin glanced at him: "I'm very busy, you can do whatever you want."

Scott's brain circuit was different from that of ordinary people. He immediately raised his voice and yelled: "Idiot Martin's dad seduced my wife and ran away without paying her..."

The men and women around him all looked at Scott, as if they were seeing aliens.

Taking Elena into consideration, Martin took a glass of beer and placed it in front of Scott: "My treat."

Scott took it and took a big sip: "This is pretty much it."

Then, left.

I say all this just to get a free glass of wine.

Bruce took the time to come over and said, "Is your dad a bigger jerk than you?"

Martin was quite helpless: "I'm a good person, he's a bastard, it's obvious."

Bruce was curious: "I really want to meet your dad and see how powerful he is."

Martin chatted to death with one sentence: "He can't lick posters, and he can't soak them in bath water and drink them."

Bruce fired back: "I wish you could only mess with the earth for the rest of your life!"

Martin is shameless: "You are so jealous!"

Bruce doesn't want to talk. This bastard's face can definitely stop a bullet.

In the club, the men and women who had successfully hooked up with each other quickly left, and a large number of people came in. The long queue at the door gradually shortened.

Ivan picked up the walkie-talkie: "Boss, send someone over to get the money."

Dana quickly brought two people over, took away the two bags that were about to burst, and left two new bags for Ivan and Golden Retriever.

There was a lot of cash and it was getting late, so she left a person behind to guard the door with a gun.

Across the street, twenty black guys stood on the side of the road, watching helplessly as couples of men and women left intimately, feeling inexplicably agitated all over.

Fred swallowed, pointed to the other side of the road, and said to his companion: "That guy, and that guy, and the afro, they brought people out within five minutes of going in."

"It seems... easy?" My companion's voice was a bit high.

Another person said: "Shall we go there too?"

Fred pointed at the golden retriever: "We charge admission fees just like we do here. Do you have money?"

No one said anything. Twenty of them could probably scrape together $20.

But seeing men constantly bringing women out across the street, especially a few losers who came out of the black bar and entered the House of Beasts, were able to pick up girls, Fred and his friends' emotions seemed to be ignited.

What to do if you don’t have money? They don’t know how to make money, but they have a glorious tradition.

Fred turned back and looked at the door of the black bar. Because fewer people were entering, there was only one Latin guy left collecting money.

The Latin boy had a wallet wrapped around his waist and a stack of five dollars in his hand.

Fred noticed that several of his companions were looking over there and whispered: "Let's do it?"

"Do it!" This is how they grew up: "The old way."

Fred nodded and was the first to go to the Latin boy: "Hey, man, do you have any cigarettes? Give me a cigarette."

The Latin boy knew that this was the boss's new recruit. He took two steps forward and reached for a cigarette: "Next time, I will bring it myself."

The three black men moved around to the other side of the Latin boy very skillfully. Just when the Latin boy noticed it and turned around to look, a brick hit him on the head.

Fred grabbed the money, and the other two took off their wallets. Seeing that the Latin boy was unconscious and throwing it somewhere out of the way by the wall, they ran towards the other side of the road together.

The others all followed.

They have no concept of the future or the future in their heads.

The music in the black bar is loud, and no one pays attention to the door. From the perspective of the people in the bar, there are not one person outside, but 21 people. Even if there is a robbery, the advantage is mine.

As for passers-by, who cares about black people robbing people?

There were not many people queuing up at the Beast House. Fred and the others paid $300 for tickets and entered the club.

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In the black bar, Boyette stood by the second-floor fence and realized that something was not right.

"Have you noticed that the customer flow has decreased tonight?" He looked at the door of the bar: "The female customer opposite has not come over? Also, there are a lot of people leaving?"

Diego frowned: "The people from the opposite side should have come in large numbers long ago."

Boyette lowered his head and looked down: "The passenger flow is 30% less than normal!"

He waved to the bartender below and asked someone to come up.

The bartender ran up all the way: "Boss?"

Boyette asked: "Why is there so little traffic today?"

"There used to be a lot of people, almost the same as before." The bartender heard many customers talking at the bar: "I heard them say that the Beast House opposite started letting male customers in at ten o'clock, and all the people who left went over there."
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Diego reacted quickly: "No wonder the people on the other side didn't come." He patted the fence and said, "Who thought of this? It's definitely an old pervert, he knows how a pervert thinks!"

Boyet quickly came to the window facing the street, opened the curtains and looked across the way. There were not many men queuing up at the door of the Beast House, but pairs of men and women kept coming out of it.

It doesn’t matter if the business opposite is good, but they are robbing their own customers.

Boyet was a little excited: "Which pervert thought of such an idiotic method, I will cut off his kidneys!"

Two people hurriedly came up from downstairs. The Latin boy behind him covered his head with one hand, and his face was covered with blood.

Boyette was angry: "What happened again?"

The Latin boy held on to the guardrail and said: "Boss, those twenty pieces of shit robbed us of our money! We even took our wallets away!"

"What?" Boyette reached for his gun.

Diego quickly held down Boyet's hand to prevent him from taking out his gun and venting indiscriminately: "Where are they?"

The Latin boy said: "I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up they were gone."

Diego held Poyet steady: "Calm down! Calm down! Let's find out where they went first."

Boyet took out his hand, smelled it, and became more awake: "Ignore the other side for now, find those twenty pieces of shit for me!"

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In the House of Beasts, as soon as twenty sturdy black guys came in, Martin noticed them and immediately stabbed Bruce.

Bruce handed the bottle of wine to Martin, turned back to the wine cabinet, and picked up the intercom: "Tom, keep an eye on those old black men. If they don't cause trouble, don't mess around."

He then asked at the door: "Ivan, what's going on with those old gangsters?"

"They paid the money, and I asked the boss for permission, and the boss let him in." Ivan actually wanted to stop him, but the boss had to ask for permission.

Bruce also knew that if he opened his business, he would have to stop him from entering. Then he would cause trouble with racial discrimination, which would be very complicated.

The old gangsters didn't cause any trouble, they just kept flirting with female customers. The leader among them even came over and asked for a glass of beer.

Not long after, several female customers left with the gang.

Martin chatted with Lao Hei who asked for beer, and said to Bruce: "He is from South City, helping out at the black bar across the road."

Bruce asked: "On the other side? What do they want to do?"

When I got off work in the evening, Golden Retriever brought the latest news. The people in the black bar were looking for those old black guys.

"It is said that the bar owner Boyet brought her here from the slums of Nancheng specifically to seduce our customers, but those old gangsters couldn't control their pants and robbed the bar's money and came to our place to spend money."

Martin was deeply impressed: "When it comes to sass, it's the old gangsters who are saucy."
Chapter completed!