Seeing Ma Xidao and Jack swagger into the private room and close the door behind them, the second-generation rich man sitting in the main seat, wearing a silk flowered shirt, had a dull smile on his face.
"Eh? Who are these two? Are they the new security guards in your store?"
"Hey, you two, this is not a place for casual entry. Get out, get out, get out now." The drug dealer downed the beer mixed with drugs and shouted loudly.
"It has nothing to do with you." Ma Xidao walked up to the two men, took out his phone, and threw an evidence bag on the table full of small pills. "You, pack these up."
Jack walked straight to the back of the private room and stood by the window, quietly blocking the way to the bathroom. Then he realized that he had overestimated it, because none of the people inside reacted.
Ma Xidao took out his phone and started taking close-up photos of the group of people, "Hey, look here."
A girl subconsciously made a heart shape in front of the camera, and then reacted and quickly covered her face, "Ah! What are you doing?"
This reaction was quite good, knowing that at this time, the right thing to do was to cover the face instead of covering the chest or other parts of the body.
"Great figure, the photo turned out well." Ma Xidao praised expressionlessly, and turned his phone to the second-generation rich man who was "obediently" filling the small pills.
The drug-selling boy had not yet taken effect of the drug, and was a little more sober than him. He asked the second-generation rich man in confusion, "Why do you listen to him, who is he?"
"Yes, why should I listen to him?" The second-generation rich man stopped and looked at Ma Xidao with a dull expression.
"Hey, stop talking nonsense and look here." Ma Xidao pointed his phone at the two of them and snapped two more pictures. "OK, done."
"Ah, you little brat!" The drug dealer finally reacted, his face suddenly furious. Just as he was about to stand up and lash out, Ma Xidao grabbed his ear and made him cry out in pain.
"Fuck you!" The second-generation rich kid finally realized that this was a bad guy. He grabbed the bottle from the table and smashed it into Ma Xidao's head.
"Pah!" A powerful blow knocked him unconscious. He fell back onto the sofa and fell into a baby-like sleep.
The other young man accompanying the second-generation rich kid had just touched the bottle on the table when he froze in his tracks. He looked up and was met with Ma Xidao's ferocious face.
"Haha." The kid gave a flattering smile and squatted down obediently, his head in his hands.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" For a moment, the monkeys on both sides of the river cried incessantly. The two girls, completely awake, were completely lost. It was unclear what they were thinking, but seeing no way to escape, they took cover behind Jack, a foreigner.
Jack shrugged helplessly, picked up the girls' skirts from behind the sofa and threw them to them.
"Ah, ah, are everyone out there dead?" the drug dealer shouted, clutching his ear, which had nearly been ripped off.
"Sit down!" Ma Xidao impatiently pushed his head back. Whether it was too much force or the man was too weak, he flipped over the back of the sofa and fell to the ground, groaning and unable to get up.
The door to the private room was thrown open. The fat, black security guard, who had been knocked down by Ma Xidao's punch earlier, still had blood under his nose, rushed in with a subordinate who was only half a size smaller than him and of equal weight.
"So you two bastards are here!" He pointed at the two, raised his fist, and, with a cry of "Ashiba", swung it at Ma Xidao.
However, before his fist could reach halfway, Ma Xidao's right swinging fist arrived first, hitting Jack in the same exact spot between his eyebrows.
"Bang!" The black bear-like body fell to the floor with a dull thud, causing the two girls beside Jack to scream again.
"Put on some clothes first." Jack shook his arms, freeing himself from the entanglement between the two men and moving to Ma Xidao's side.
Ma Xidao didn't even glance at the thug the fat black security guard had brought with him. "I'll leave the rest to you." He then pulled out the sofa and dragged the drug dealer over by the feet.
The security guy looked at the burly Ma Xidao, then at the foreigner smiling at him. After a split second of hesitation, he decisively chose Jack, who seemed easier to bully.
"Bang!"
"Ouch!"
Fists collided, and the security guy doubled over, covering his right hand, which had become like a chicken claw, and screamed in pain. Then his forehead made close contact with Jack's knee, and his whole body froze, and he collapsed to the ground without a sound.
Jack shook his wrist, as if nothing had happened.
"Ah, I was wrong. Don't hit me, I was wrong!" The drug dealer, who had been picked up by Ma Xidao, was already terrified.
"Hey, tell me where your boss is."
A few minutes later, another VIP box door was opened, and the deafening "Gangnam Style" came out. Jack made a gesture to invite him in, and Ma Xidao walked in with a swagger.
Soon, the nightclub owner, who was still cursing even though he was being grabbed by the neck, was brought out. Then, a large group of Korean police rushed into the nightclub and began to clear the area, handcuffing the suspects one by one.
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie, who still had a wretched temperament, was loudly directing the police to work. When he saw Ma Xidao, he immediately smiled, "Xidao, great job, this time we have a great harvest."
"Huh? Who are you?" He couldn't help but look surprised when he saw Jack, a foreigner.
"His name is Jack, my friend, you don't have to worry about him." Ma Xidao put his arm around his shoulders and pushed him out of the nightclub, then turned to introduce Jack, "He is Zhang Taizhu, the captain of the wide-area search team."
"Nice to meet you." Jack extended his hand, "FBI supervisory agent Jack Tawalla."
"Huh? FBI? The American FBI?" Another familiar question.
Jack smiled bitterly and nodded, "Yes, I am now Team Leader Ma's advisor, assisting him in handling this case."
"Ah, you are really young and promising." Captain Zhang Taizhu held Jack's hands with both hands and shook them up and down excitedly, "You are still so handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"
Jack looked at his wretched temperament that was completely inconsistent with that of a police officer, and nodded decisively, "Yes, not only that, we love each other very much, thank you."
"Ah, that's really a pity." Zhang Taizhu had an expression of great regret, reluctantly let go of Jack's hand, and then pointed to the nightclub behind him, "Is the murderer in there too?"
"How can it be so fast, this case has just begun." Ma Xidao patted his shoulder, "I'll leave it to you here."
"Come on, Xidao, police promotions are based on merit, catch all those bastards for me." Captain Zhang made a cheering gesture.
Why does it feel like all the colleagues around Ma Xidao are funny characters? It's really difficult for him. Jack shook his head speechlessly and followed him into the police car.
(End of this chapter)