Chapter 707

Barry was so terrified that he lost control of his bladder and bowels. "P-Please... I-

I've told you everything I know. P-Please don't kill me."

Boris said with a saccharine smile, "I won't kill you."

He swung a brick at Barry, and he fainted to the ground.

Boris turned to Jack and asked, "Jack, what should we do with him?"

"Don't let him off too easily either! Break his limbs and shatter his bones."

These sons of bitches almost cost Jack and Boris their lives earlier-they had to teach them a lesson.

Boris nodded and went to handle Barry.

It was then they noticed the fool who fired the misfired shot was just staring at them blankly. He was obviously terrified.

Boris was overwhelmed by rage and kicked him to the ground. Not only did he shatter his remaining fingers, but he also cut off his tendons and swung a brick at him.

These bunch of thugs were crippled. Whether they could survive would depend entirely on their own fate.

After handling them, Boris asked, "Jack, where are we heading next?"

"The Elite Bar," Jack said solemnly.

When they arrived at the bar, the atmosphere seemed lively.

This bar was tucked away from the bustling center of the Mordor District, nestled by the lakeside with a beautiful, serene setting. The interior of the bar was lavish, far surpassing the Megastar Entertainment Club.

Before stepping into the bar, they could hear the deafening disco music inside. The young people were having the time of their lives.

Recently, this bar had enforced a membership policy.

To guard against potential retaliation, only customers with membership cards were allowed to enter the bar for dining and entertainment over the past few days.

Recently, Victor had gained widespread support. Since successfully taking Caspian down, he had become an admirable idol among the small-time thugs.

Many thugs willingly came to enjoy the entertainment, hoping to catch a glimpse of their idol.

A young couple was making out in a dark corner by the entrance of the bar.

Jack walked over to them and patted the young man's shoulder. "Dude, what are you doing?"

The young man was displeased at the interruption. "Who the hell are you? Get lost. Don't bother me."

With a smile, Jack asked, "Are you a member of this bar?"

"Yes." The young man wore a grim expression, unsure of what trick Jack was trying to pull.

"Great!" Jack suddenly swung his fist at the young man's face, and the young man fainted, foaming at the corner of his mouth.

The woman wanted to scream, but Boris knocked her out with a punch before she could make a sound.

Jack found their membership cards on them. Then, he strode into the bar with Boris.

The bouncer raised his hand, stopping them in their tracks. "Membership cards, please."

Boris handed the cards to him. The bouncer glanced at the cards, and his pupils shrank. "Why is this card in a woman's name...

Before he could finish, Jack clocked him hard and laid him in the bushes.

As they entered the bar, they were suddenly faced with a group of young people swaggering around them. They walked in a cocky strut, arms draped around beautiful women, and gave a glance at Jack as they passed.

Boris, who hid in a dark corner, said, "Victor Grayson is the leader of the group of young people."

Jack nodded and entered the bar for a drink. Not long after, the group of young people returned, dancing on the dance floor. A group of women flocked toward them, vying for their attention. Find the newest release on Find✶Novel.net

Victor seemed to have one drink too many. He said to two of his underlings, "You two, bring me to the restroom. I need to take a piss."