Inside the private room, the purplish-red lights were ambiguous, and the music was decadent.
The air was mixed with the sweet, cloying scent of expensive perfume, alcohol, and a hint of lust.
Two middle-aged men were embracing women, laughing and playing with the nearly half-naked ladies beside them, the atmosphere at its peak.
Their mood was instantly broken and turned into annoyance when a waiter pushing a dining cart suddenly intruded without warning.
"Siba! Who let you in?!"
"Get out! Don't you know the rules?!"
One of the bald, pot-bellied men, who was Johnny's target Lin Zhihua, and the other, a turncoat elder, Director Park, suddenly sat upright, pointed at Johnny, and reprimanded him sharply, his face flushed with alcohol and anger.
The other slightly leaner man also frowned, looking displeased.
The two ladies, who were already stripped bare, seemed much more open, merely leaning languidly on the sofa, sizing up the suddenly intruding "waiter"—tall, well-built, and stern-faced—with curious, even slightly provocative gazes.
Instead of retreating in the face of the reprimand, Johnny gently closed the private room door with his backhand and locked it from the inside with a "click."
This subtle action instantly made the two men wary, sobering them up a bit.
Johnny raised his head, a cold, playful smile, completely out of place with the current atmosphere, appearing on his face, his gaze like a knife, accurately landing on his target, Director Park.
"Good evening, Director Park. And this... Mr. Lin, whom I don't know. I apologize for interrupting your enjoyment."
His tone was calm, even carrying a hint of false apology, but there was no warmth in his eyes.
"You... who are you?!"
Director Park felt something was amiss, his voice trembling slightly, and he instinctively reached for his phone on the coffee table.
The other lean man, Lin Zhihua, narrowed his eyes, abruptly pushed away the lady beside him, and quickly reached for his waist!
But Johnny was faster!
Almost at the instant the other man moved his hand, Johnny's right hand, like lightning, drew the glock 34, fitted with a suppressor, from the lower shelf of the dining cart!
Puff! Puff!
Two low, rapid gunshots!
The first shot accurately hit the Pistol Lin Zhihua had just pulled out, sparks flying, and the Pistol flew out of his hand!
The second shot directly struck Lin Zhihua's right shoulder blade, the impact sending him crashing back onto the sofa, letting out a painful grunt, instantly losing his combat ability!
The entire process took less than a second! So fast it was dazzling!
"Ah—!!!"
The ladies finally reacted, letting out terrified screams, instinctively trying to curl up and hide.
"Shut up!"
Johnny's Pistol moved slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over them, "Crouch in the corner, cover your heads, don't look, don't make a sound. Whoever makes a sound will go down to wait for him first."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a suffocating, terrifying deterrent.
The ladies immediately fell silent, trembling as they huddled in the corner, tightly covering their mouths, not daring to look again.
Director Park was completely scared stiff, slumped on the sofa, his face ashen, his pants instantly wet, emitting a foul, pungent smell.
He looked at Johnny as if he were looking at a demon from hell.
"Don't... don't kill me... What do you want? Money? Women? I... I'll give you everything!"
He pleaded incoherently.
Johnny approached step by step, his Pistol always pointed at Director Park's forehead, ignoring the bodyguard on the floor and the ladies in the corner.
"Director Park,"
Johnny's voice remained calm, yet carried a deadly chill, "Ding Qing asked me to say hello to you. He said he misses you... down below."
"Ding... Ding Qing?! He... he's not dead?!"
Director Park's eyes suddenly widened, filled with extreme fear and disbelief, "No... impossible! The DNA report..."
"The report was fake," Johnny interrupted him, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Just as fake as your loyalty."
"No! I was forced! It was Zhang Shouji! It was Lee Joong-ku who forced me! Spare me! I'll never dare again! I can help you! I can be an undercover agent!" Director Park pleaded, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"Too late," Johnny coldly uttered two words, his gaze unwavering.
Puff!
A faint gunshot.
Director Park's pleas came to an abrupt halt, a small bullet hole appearing on his forehead, his eyes wide open, frozen in endless fear and regret, his body slowly slumping to the side.
Johnny didn't even look at the result, his Pistol subtly shifting.
Puff!
A suppressed whimper came from the corner, and the injured Lin Zhihua, who had tried to struggle, was also finished off with a follow-up shot.
Johnny's gaze swept over the trembling ladies in the corner.
They felt the gaze of death, scared out of their wits, desperately shaking their heads, tears streaming down, yet not daring to make a sound.
Johnny was silent for a few seconds.
Silencing them was the safest choice, but dealing with too many bodies and witnesses at once would greatly increase the risk of exposure, deviating from the main purpose of creating chaos and instigating internal strife.
These women seemed to be mere playthings and might not know core secrets.
He changed his mind.
"Today you saw nothing, heard nothing."
His voice was cold, "If anyone asks, say that Director Park and Mr. Lin Zhihua shot each other to death over a woman. Understand?"
The ladies nodded desperately, as if grasping at a life raft.
"If anyone says the wrong thing..." Johnny didn't finish, but the threat was implicit.
In fact, Johnny had somewhat underestimated their desire to live; after Johnny left, they even actively helped clean up the scene, making it look more like a scene of fighting over a woman.
These women were also pitiful people from the lower class; although they knew they might be implicated, compared to facing immediate death, they were willing to risk it.
They even collectively testified that they shot each other, and for this, they also had an acquaintance in the surveillance room delete all the surveillance footage.
Of course, all this was after the fact.
Johnny no longer paid attention to them, quickly stepping forward, picking up Director Park's and Lin Zhihua's Pistols, and roughly stuffing them into Director Park's hands, creating the illusion of mutual Shooting.
Although crude, in such a chaotic setting, it should be enough to temporarily fool the first wave of investigation.
He checked the shell casings to ensure none were left behind and quickly wiped down any places he might have touched.
Having done all this, he pushed the dining cart, calmly unlocked the door, and walked out, gently closing the door behind him, just as he had arrived.
The hallway outside was still noisy, the music covering everything inside the private room.
Johnny pushed the dining cart, walking expressionlessly towards the staff aisle, as if he had merely completed a routine meal delivery service.
In an No Man's Corner, he again took out the list and put a checkmark next to the names "Director Park" and "Lin Zhihua."
The mission continued, and the night grew deeper.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the street opposite the club, inside a black sedan, White Lion Luca lowered the high-powered binoculars in his hand, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"Cleaned up very neatly... little fellow. Becoming more and more interesting."
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