Chapter 010 – The Mysterious Bar

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The gangsters glared at the speaker before hurriedly looking at their boss with a fawning expression.

“Boss, I suggest we take this b!tch to the base and turn her to your toy. I refuse to believe she won’t speak up in just a day”

“No boss, just give me the go-ahead to deal with her. She will divulge the bastard’s location in less than ten minutes!”

Without hiding their rivalry over their boss’s favoritism, the gangsters shouted out cruel ideas one after another, but surprisingly, the bartender, who heard all their wicked suggestions did not show even the slightest hint of fear; instead only frowned in annoyance.

"Do you even know what your brother did to earn his punishment?" she abruptly asked, cutting off the excited gangsters and glancing at Jazzy, who immediately shot her dagger-filled eyes.

"My brother went after a b!tch and some worthless nobody thought they could step in, making him choose to punish them—and so what?!" he sneered, his voice dripping with icy contempt and his eyes burning with rage.

"How dare some nobody interfere in my Brother's business and attack them?!" he asked with a voice dripping with fury before yelling. "They're only mine to punish, even if they were to steal other people's women and wipe out entire families!!!"

The bartender instantly became stunned upon hearing this, then staring blankly at Jazzy for a moment, she asked; "Do you know that your brother intended to castrate this so-called nobody in the first place?"

“And so what?!” Jazzy yelled aggressively, showing that he already knew the truth.

He would have already torn the bar down since the previous night, but he and the first Lion King had been occupied with frantically moving the second Lion King and searching for medical treatment. Although they eventually found a skilled doctor who saved his life, the doctor had to remove everything related to his manhood, leaving the Lion King powerless from then on.

"What am I even saying?!" Jazzy, recalling his now-useless third brother and the emotional turmoil of the previous night suddenly roared, shooting flame-filled eyes at his men, "Tear this bar down and take this b!tch after me! She must give me that bastard’s location!"

"Yah!!!" The gangsters, bubbling with excitement instantly yelped and then charged forward with threatening expressions, ready to destroy the bar. Just then, a casual voice interrupted: "You should know that even your boss wouldn’t dare mess with our bar, right?"

The voice came from the bartender, who had remained unfazed from the start, and no sooner had she finished speaking than Jazzy’s expression shifted dramatically as he instinctively recalled his boss’s stern warning before he left, informing him never to cause even the slightest trace of trouble for the bar, or he wouldn’t be able to help.

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Not knowing the turmoil going through their boss’s head, the gangsters, hearing the unhidden mockery and playfulness in the bartender’s voice became several times infuriated.

"I'm going to knock all your teeth out today!" a guy with dreadlocks, closest to the bartender, suddenly shouted, and the next moment threw a punch.

The punch was so powerful that a single glance at it revealed its ability to knock even a rottweiler down. Yet, the bartender remained calm, watching with a smile that left all the gangsters bewildered.

Just as the punch was about to hit her, making a playful and disdainful smirk appear on the face of the guy with dreadlocks, a sharp pain suddenly struck him. He let out an involuntary yelp, and in the next moment collapsed, lying completely still.

Everyone in the bar was dumbstruck by this scene and in the next second, their jaw dropped, staring blankly.

“What—what just happened?” someone gasped in shock before quickly rushing to check on the guy, but then he realized that… he was already dead.

"This!" Everyone was struck with sheer terror, but above all, they were utterly confused.

“You—you!” Jazzy, the most terrified of all after witnessing the tip of the iceberg suddenly pointed at the bartender, but then he sighed.

“Are—are you guys really going to protect that—that bastard who destroyed the future and purpose of my brother?” He questioned, now covered in beads of sweat.

“And when did my bar say we are going to protect anybody?”

“Huh?” Jazzy was momentarily stunned, but the next second, something seemed to click. His eyes flashed with a wicked gleam and he let out a sigh of relief before lowering his head.

“I apologize for causing trouble to your bar,” he said earnestly before waving his hand. “Let’s go,” he announced.

“This…” the other gangsters became astounded to their core, staring with a dropped jaw.

“Bo...boss, our—our brother just lost his life here. Are we going to leave just like that?”

“Stay if you want!” Jazzy snapped in response before storming away, not waiting for anyone.

The remaining gangsters exchanged blank gazes at this sight before seemingly realizing something. They spared am unwilling gazes at their fallen comrade before sighing and rushing after their boss.

“Wait!” The bartender suddenly called out as they were on the verge of exiting, scaring Jazzy out of his soul.

“Who are you leaving that to?” She inquired, casually pointing her chin at the carcass on the floor.

Jazzy instantlylet out a sigh of relief before commanding two of his men to move the body, after which they disappeared out of the door.

The bartender remained silent for a second before suddenly, a scheming look appeared on her face.

"Being unjustly imprisoned, sent to that scary prison, and surviving it, I’m sure you must have a lot of secrets. Let’s see if I’m wrong, though I rarely am," she mumbled mysteriously to herself, and with that, she walked toward her counter as if the recent incident had never occurred.

Just then, she noticed the wad of cash on it and went stunned before the smile on her face returned.

“I thought you had run off with my money,” she chuckled and then picked up the money, yawning in the process.

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“First brother! Are we—are we really not going to avenge the third brother again?” The first lion king suddenly questioned with unwillingness, seeing his first brother returning empty-handed.

His eyes were currently crimson red and his face was heavily etched with hatred for Harvey.

“Not going to revenge who?” Jazzy, with a menacing face, inquired and a vicious look flashed in his eyes.

“Never!” He responded hatefully. “Even if we would need to chase the bastard who hurt the third brother to the end of the world, we will!”

"But… but that was the only place we could have gotten his image from the CCTV. How are we going to find the bastard now that you don't want us involved with the bar again?"

“Hehehe.” Jazzy laughed, not appearing mad at all. “You said you’d recognize the bastard even in your dream, no?”

“That’s right, first brother. I will recognize him even in the dark!” the first lion king responded hatefully.

“That’s settled then,” Jazzy chuckled wickedly, but seeing the confusion on the first Lion King’s face, he explained.

"My boss has a highly skilled artist. I'm sure that with your description, we can get a drawing of the bastard, which we'll share with all the brothers.”

“I refuse to believe we won't catch him soon if he's still in the city!"