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The lair of the Bald Man is located at the Fuli Hua Leisure Bath Center. It turns out that the Bald Man is just a lackey under A Bao, mainly responsible for the operations of the Leisure Bathhouse. Since Josen frequents the Leisure Bathhouse, and the Bald Man is also quite adept at flattery, they became familiar with each other over time. Therefore, after A Bao was taken down, Josen handed over the position of the boss of S City to the Bald Man.
However, this Bald Man has not accomplished much; aside from being somewhat despicable, he truly lacks any real ability. As a result, the bosses from several districts do not respect him. After taking office, the Bald Man called several district bosses for meetings multiple times, but no one paid him any attention. This left him feeling frustrated and unable to maintain his facade as a boss, so he could only assert his authority in his own small territory.
As the saying goes, "A new official takes office with three fires." The Bald Man thought to himself that he was now a boss and needed to create some commotion to establish his presence. Thus, he implemented a series of sweeping reforms at the Fuli Hua Leisure Bath Center, including redecorating A Bao's former office in his preferred style and designating a large private room for himself. He also hired several tall and strong bodyguards. After these reforms, the Bald Man felt that being a big brother was truly exhausting. However, what exhausted him the most was that he had taken on the heavy responsibility of training all the ladies working at the Leisure Bathhouse. Every lady had to undergo hands-on training and guidance from him. Although he was still in his prime, he couldn't handle the sheer number of nearly two hundred ladies at the Leisure Bathhouse. He hadn't even completed one-fifth of his training tasks before he was overwhelmed. Even eating donkey meat for every meal didn't help; he simply went on strike these past couple of days. The Bald Man was extremely irritated and was currently hiding in his private room watching adult films, hoping it would revive his motivation.
At nine o'clock in the evening, it was peak hour at the Leisure Bathhouse. Two rows of tall and voluptuous receptionists stood at the entrance, smiling as they welcomed guests. At this moment, an Iveco medium-sized passenger vehicle drove up and parked directly in front of the Leisure Bathhouse without any intention of leaving.
The nearby security guards were displeased; how could this vehicle be so inconsiderate? Blocking their entrance was clearly hindering their business! Although these security guards were dressed in uniforms, they were actually members of the Money Gang. Accustomed to being aggressive, they felt invigorated by this situation—finally, a chance to fight!
It wasn't that these security guards loved fighting to an extreme; they assessed situations carefully before engaging. For instance, when they had more people than their opponents, they would fight fiercely like national heroes. However, if they were outnumbered, they would run as fast as possible—guaranteed that even a street dog couldn't catch them.
But today, they were eager to fight because this was Money Gang territory! Although there weren't many people outside, once a fight broke out, dozens of brothers upstairs would rush down to help. Moreover, there was an even more important reason: standing outside were beautiful women—who wouldn't want to show off in front of them? This was motivation; this was excitement! If they performed well, perhaps one or more of those beauties would secretly admire them—what a stroke of luck!
The security guards exchanged glances and shared knowing smiles as they approached. One burly man shouted loudly, "What are you doing?! Hurry up and move your car! If you don't move it soon, we'll help you!"
However, despite their shouting, there was no response from inside the vehicle. The windows were tinted darkly, making it impossible to see inside. Growing impatient, the burly man pulled out a rubber baton and began banging on the car door: "Can you hear me?! Move it now!"
The occupants inside the vehicle ignored the commotion outside as they prepared their weapons and donned masks—custom-made brick knives and knit caps similar to those worn by Flying Tigers. Once everything was ready, Xin Yi stood by the door and gestured to the driver. Suddenly, the car door swung open just as the burly man was about to curse; a foot flew out from inside and sent him spinning through the air like a soccer ball kicked into the Leisure Bathhouse's entrance. He crashed into a pillar in the middle of the hall before collapsing onto the floor without uttering a sound.
Xin Yi stepped out of the car and glanced at the stunned security guards and terrified receptionists scattering around in panic. He made a forward gesture and led his group into the hall without acknowledging anyone at the entrance. Following Xin Yi were over ten others who exited without paying attention to those outside. Only one exceptionally tall giant adjusted his knit cap with large hands that resembled fans; it seemed uncomfortable due to his large head being squeezed by such a small hat while mumbling something under his breath. In total, only two remained guarding the entrance while two others circled around to the back door.
The security guards were so frightened that they didn't know where to hide; they were likely calling upstairs for backup. Meanwhile, those receptionists found themselves trapped in the hall as they watched this group of masked individuals storm upstairs while two remained at their post outside—there was nowhere for them to escape!
The action at the Leisure Bathhouse was quite swift. Xin Yi and his group had just taken a few steps up the stairs when they heard a commotion of footsteps coming from above. Xin Yi glanced up and made a gesture, prompting the group to retreat back to the lobby to wait for the people upstairs to come down.
It seemed that the security outside had already called to inform those above about the situation. This time, over thirty people rushed down, armed with various weapons. A burly man with an open shirt, tattooed with a descending tiger on his chest, looked at the black-clad figures in the lobby and expressed surprise, "Which area are you brothers from? This is the territory of Money Gang..."
Before he could finish speaking, one of the masked men made a gesture, and the entire group of black-clad individuals pounced like fierce tigers. Without hesitation, they swung their weapons and began attacking. The small-time gangsters had never encountered such a fighting style; some hadn't even raised their weapons before they were incapacitated on the ground, screams echoing throughout. However, there were a few who could hold their own, like the man with the tiger tattoo on his chest. He wielded a machete skillfully and was evenly matched against one of Beng Hu Lian's brothers. Seeing this situation, Xin Yi decided to end it quickly; he swiftly moved in and kicked the machete out of that man's hand. The man staggered, and Beng Hu Lian's brother took advantage of this moment to strike him on the left shoulder with a brick knife, causing him to scream in pain. Before he could finish his cry, he received a punch to the jaw, sending teeth and blood flying, silencing him completely.
After dealing with that guy, Xin Yi looked around the lobby and saw that the fight was nearly over. Injured bodies lay scattered across the floor. He scanned Beng Hu Lian's brothers and noted that aside from one with a minor injury on his arm, they were mostly unharmed. Satisfied, Xin Yi pulled over a chair and sat down confidently in the middle of the lobby, asking the informant who had led them in, "Is the bald guy here?"
The informant looked around and shook his head. "He's not here."
"Then take five people upstairs and bring him down. Big Bull, you go too," Xin Yi instructed.
The commotion upstairs had also been noticed; chaos reigned as guests and ladies hurriedly dressed. Some who were engaged in intense activities had to abruptly stop. They anxiously searched for their clothes while others called for help or explained to their wives that they might be late getting home. The scene resembled a crowd surviving a terrorist attack; despite the chaos, no one dared to go downstairs. The sounds of clashing weapons and continuous screams below deeply rattled their nerves. It seemed safer to stay where there were more people, so everyone crowded into the second-floor lobby. A few brave souls attempted to escape through the back door but found it guarded as well.
Was this really an attack by a terrorist organization? Were they being held hostage? Many felt helpless; if only they had stayed home watching TV with their families—though it wasn't thrilling, it was safe! Now they were experiencing enough excitement for a lifetime, but why did it have to come so suddenly?
Amidst the turmoil, several masked men came up from the stairs, including one towering figure over two meters tall and as broad as a wall. The crowd immediately fell silent; they finally believed they were facing a real terrorist attack. Just looking at these people's attire was enough to remind them of ruthless criminals seen on TV. This bathhouse visit had turned out far too expensive—perhaps they'd have to pay with their lives!
Meanwhile, Bald Guy was hiding in a private room trying to revive his failing performance while watching adult films when he finally felt some improvement. Just as he prepared to regain his male dignity, there was a loud banging on his door. Startled by this interruption while he was focused on something else, Bald Guy angrily shouted, "Who the hell is looking for trouble?! What are you knocking for?!"
A woman's voice came from outside; Bald Guy recognized it as Supervisor's voice: "Brother Guang, it's bad! Someone is causing trouble! The brothers are fighting downstairs; you need to check it out!"
Bald Guy was alarmed—who dared invade Money Gang's territory? Cursing under his breath, he opened the private room door and followed Supervisor downstairs. As he reached the stairway landing, he realized something was off; those screams sounded all too familiar. Peeking down cautiously, he saw his own men sprawled across the floor while only a few were still desperately resisting—but it looked like they wouldn't last much longer. Bald Guy quickly retreated; going downstairs would be like walking into death.
He shot an angry glare at Supervisor before turning towards the back door—if not now, then when? Bald Guy wasn't about to be reckless; he only had one life to lose. But when he peeked out through the back door, he saw it surrounded by others—there was nowhere left to run! And judging by those two figures outside, they clearly weren't anyone he could handle alone. Better to find somewhere to hide; maybe this wasn't even aimed at him after all—Bald Guy thought as he contemplated his next move.
Then the bald man turned around and went back upstairs.
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