Multicolored lights flashed wildly, and the roar of the explosive dance music was clearly audible even through the door, making hearts pound.
This made the Moxes punk girl guarding the entrance, who could only stare at the empty street, feel increasingly bored.
"Hey, Rita, look!"
Her companion, who was relieving her boredom by smoking a cigarette, suddenly tapped Rita.
The man walking across the street made her eyes light up.
"Whoa, where did this bodybuilding champion come from?"
Rita, who was carrying a baseball bat and guessing how much the luxury cars in the parking lot were worth, turned her head and was startled.
Arnold's body was stacked with muscle, sharply defined.
His massive pectoral muscles were as thick as planks, and his shoulders looked like tires hanging from his frame.
The man cast a shadow like a small mountain, enveloping the two punk girls.
"Looking for fun? Or looking for trouble?"
However, this didn't scare the Moxes Girl. Rita leaned her baseball bat on the ground and asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Looking for some clothes to wear," Arno said with a cold and resolute face.
The scene was silent for a second, then the two punk Girls burst out laughing. Apparently, Arno's words were taken as a joke.
Nevertheless, they let Arno in. Before he left, after explaining the last of the night club rules, one of them even provocatively stroked him from his pectorals down to his abdomen.
"Next time you're looking for clothes, just ask me. I know a good place." The purple-haired punk Girl with a bun winked.
Passing through the sequined curtain, Arno entered Lizzy Bar.
Dim lights, dazzling light balls, ear-splitting bass rock—bars were always more or less the same. The stage was filled with people swaying to the music, accompanied by the strong, pungent smell of cheap perfume.
Jackie watched the people freely letting loose on the dance floor, his head bobbing uncontrollably to the explosive rhythm.
"Damn it, V, see? I told you this was a good place!" Jackie raised the whiskey on the table and downed it. "Phew, refreshing. Old man whiskey, enjoy your short life."
Jackie and V sat in a private booth, with the lively dance floor to their left.
"I don't see anything special." Despite the lively scene, V still had a long face, sipping her whiskey slowly, clearly not in high spirits.
"Hey, don't think about the tarot cards from earlier today." Jackie leaned in and whispered, "I'll tell you a secret, I don't really believe in that stuff either, but don't tell Misty."
"Don't worry, Jackie, it's not about that." V forced a smile and refilled her glass. "I'm not so timid as to be scared by a few predictions."
"Then what is it?" Jackie scratched his head, looking puzzled. "It's not about business, and it's not about the predictions from earlier..."
"Could it be about the lover you mentioned earlier?" Jackie voiced his guess, but he himself was somewhat doubtful, his tone uncertain. However, V uncharacteristically fell silent.
"Holy crap, it really is." Jackie's eyes instantly widened. "No, my God, V, why didn't you say so sooner? Ha, I never thought you'd have a day where you're troubled by love.". Jackie couldn't help but laugh on the spot.
"Heh heh, yeah." V rolled her eyes at Jackie.
"Ah, don't be down. I can't say about other things, but I can definitely help you with this!" Laughing, Jackie confidently took charge like a 6th Street Gang boss.
"You don't even know who it is..."
"Berry, right?"
Pfft~!!!
V spat out a mouthful of drink.
"Cough, cough, you, you, how did you know?" V's deepest secret was revealed by Jackie like that, her pupils trembling, pointing at Jackie, unable to speak for a long time.
"See, I told you I could help!" Jackie spread his hands, a smug, cocky look on his face.
"How did you know?" Finally making sense of her words, V couldn't hide the shock in her eyes. This was more surprising than a stranger on the street suddenly calling out your name and home address.
"You didn't just guess, did you?" V started making excuses; she still couldn't believe her carefully hidden secret had been seen through by Jackie. It must have been a lucky guess by Jackie.
"Hehe, who knows?" Jackie, however, perked up, blowing a whistle with his hands in his pockets.
"Jackie!?" V was anxious, very anxious.
"Alright, alright." Seeing V was serious, Jackie couldn't keep her in suspense any longer and immediately threw up his hands in surrender. "I was only suspicious at first, but your reaction clearly confirmed it, didn't it?"
V looked stunned. What was this? Self-incrimination?
"Remember last time?" Jackie opened another bottle of whiskey, filling both V's and his own glasses. "That time we went to Pacifica to deliver a package."
"That day, Berry was wearing a short tank top, how should I put it, her smooth little belly was exposed." Jackie even gestured a rough curve. "And you don't know, V, the way you looked at Berry's slender waist back then, it was practically screaming that you wanted to devour her."
"Just because of that?" V was somewhat incredulous; she never imagined that her lustful gaze had exposed her.
"That's right, V." Jackie raised his glass and leaned in, saying mysteriously, "It's like a hunter looking at prey, it can't be wrong."
"Alright, then congratulations, you've really discovered a big secret." After figuring it out, V sighed helplessly, leaned back on the sofa, raised her glass, and responded with a bored air.
"That's right, I like Berry..." Finally, having spoken the secret aloud, V felt a burden lifted.
Jackie didn't speak, continuing to listen.
"Damn it, Jackie, you don't know, Berry has been with me for six years, and it was always fine, but recently, shit..." V grabbed her forehead in frustration. "Let's just say, her face, her arms, her waist, now no matter where I look, my head gets hot, especially since Berry sleeps right next to me every night, damn, I'm going crazy."
V rambled on like a seasoned drunk, spilling out her greed and longing for Berry, along with the accompanying entanglement.
"V, I say, why don't you just tell her how you feel?" The usually capable V was acting like a teenager in puberty, caught between gains and losses. For his buddy's sake, Jackie tried his best not to laugh out loud.
"Can I do that?" V's speech quickened noticeably at this. "What if Berry doesn't feel that way about me? Do I want to personally ruin this relationship?"
"Six years, we've been together day and night. I suspect she really just sees me as an older sister..." With that, V dejectedly took a large gulp of alcohol, her eyes half-closed, clearly getting tipsy.
Alright, case closed. V is completely lustful but cowardly, desperately wanting but afraid that a confession would scare Berry away.
"Hey, V, with matters of the heart, you can't be afraid of this and afraid of that." Having clarified his brother's—no, his Girl's—thoughts, Jackie visibly relaxed. Leaning back on the sofa, he crossed his legs, his eyes darting as he thought of ways to advise V. "But don't worry, your brother will help you. Back in the day, there wasn't a Girl in Heywood I couldn't win over."
"Then tell me what brilliant idea you have, Jackie." V leaned on the table with her glass, her face flushed, asking doubtfully.
"I'd say you need to do this: you can't just wait around, you have to attack like a beast..." Seeing V speak, Jackie immediately became energized, sat up straight, and began to eloquently impart his years of experience in picking up Girls to V.
As night deepened, under the influence of alcohol, men and women grew increasingly wild in body and mind, their swaying hips becoming more distorted. Spilled drinks and empty bottles were everywhere, as they completely succumbed to this suffocating, dim pleasure.
"Handsome, want a drink? My treat."
"Looking for some fun? I can make you happy all night."
Arno, with a physique like a bodybuilding champion, seemed to cause a small sensation in Lizzy Bar, especially while he was half-naked.
This was not a church; appreciation wasn't just with the eyes. Restless hands found every opportunity to grope his upper body, and some more direct ones were already shouting with money in hand.
However, none of this moved Arno. He still walked through the crowd with a cold face. Anyway, Berry didn't have a sense of touch, so she let them do as they pleased.
Berry manipulated Arno to wander around the bar, feeling somewhat uninspired.
It was pretty much the same as the people in Wolf Bar; nothing special.
Except the bouncers were replaced by punk Girls in strange outfits, and people were either dancing in the mosh pit or experiencing fake orgasms with braindance. There was no exciting scene of an 'impart' as Berry had imagined.
Feeling a bit bored, Berry wanted to quickly find the group of thugs who had escaped. After several scans, she finally spotted those "acquaintances."
By the pool table against the wall, several bruised and battered thugs were eagerly reporting something to a burly man holding a cue stick.
Arno recognized them; weren't these the punks he had just dealt with? So they ran here, and it seemed they were complaining to someone who looked like their boss. It appeared they hadn't learned their lesson, so Arno walked towards them.
"Boss, he's the one who hit us!"
Suddenly, a thug covering his face accidentally saw Arno walking towards them and screamed in terror. No sooner had he screamed than he was punched aside by his boss.
"Useless trash, beaten up like this and still screaming like a baby."
The burly man's face was livid as he stood up, watching Arno approach.
"You're the one who caused trouble for my subordinates." The burly man was also heavily muscled and stood about as tall as Arno.
Black leather jacket, leather pants, high-top boots, and a cigar in his mouth—the burly man's imposing presence was far greater than Arno's half-worn protective suit.
"Who are you with, who's your boss?" With a contemptuous look, he exhaled a smoke ring, blocking Arno's path, his eyes full of disdain.
"I want your jacket, T-shirt, jeans, and boots," Arno said coldly and emotionlessly.
"Heh heh." The burly man shook his head and sneered a few times, exhaling a smoke ring, then twisted his cigar into Arno's exposed chest. "I'll give it to you if you don't scream."
The glowing red cigarette butt pressed into his flesh, making a sizzling sound like roasting meat. The surrounding people covered their mouths in fear.
"Hmm?" The expected scream didn't happen. The burly man looked at Arno, who still had a cold face, in surprise. Not believing it, he increased the force in his hand, but no matter how much he twisted, Arno stood like an iron tower, not retreating a single step.
"Ah!!!"
A scream did erupt, but it came from the burly man. With a crack, his palm was twisted into a pretzel by Arno, and he fell backward, screaming.
"You motherfucker!" The surrounding henchmen, seeing Arno suddenly attack, cursed angrily and stabbed at Arno's abdomen with switchblades. But the skin on his abdomen was like steel; the knives only made a dent and couldn't penetrate further.
Before the henchman could even be surprised, Arno swung a punch, knocking him to the ground, scattering pool balls and other items with a clatter.
Arno's sudden move caused the surrounding people to instantly explode into chaos and flee, especially the few thugs Arno had dealt with earlier, who ran incredibly fast.
The remaining thug was raising a cue stick, intending to ambush Arno from behind, but Arno's head snapped back, his cold gaze instantly scaring the thug so much that he dropped the stick, holding up his hands, afraid to speak.
"Goddammit, I'm going to kill you!"
The burly man who had fallen earlier leaned against the pool table, his face contorted in pain, glaring angrily at Arno. He struggled to pull out a pistol from his pocket with his other trembling hand, intending to riddle Arno with bullets.
With an easy kick, Arno sent the pistol flying. He walked up to the burly man, leaving him no escape, and delivered another punch to his left cheek, sending blood and teeth flying.
"Good, good, my clothes are yours." The burly man mumbled a plea for mercy, his eyes full of fear as he looked at Arno. With that, he reluctantly began to take off his clothes with one hand, praying that Arno truly only wanted the clothes.
"Holy shit, V, did you see that?" Due to the commotion caused by Arno, most of the night club's patrons had fled, but the bold and skilled Jackie and V remained.
Jackie watched the tall man dispatch a group of thugs in just a few moves, sighing in admiration and calling it spectacular.
"I'm not blind, of course I saw it." V crossed her arms, shaking her head at the mess Arno had made. "He's a violent bastard. Doesn't he realize this is Moxes' territory? That guy's definitely going to pay for it."
"You can't say that..." Jackie was about to say something more, but a ringing bell interrupted him. "Wait, hello, what's up?" Jackie waved his hand, taking a call in his brain.
..."What? Okay, I got it, thanks, brother!" After only a few words, Jackie looked furious, hastily hung up the call, and rapidly told V, "V, damn it, those 6th Street Gang bastards who gave us trouble last time have been found."
"What!" V, who had been wondering why Jackie suddenly got angry, instantly turned red with fury, her neck flushed.
"Where are they? Let's go get them!" V's reaction seemed even more exaggerated than Jackie's.
During a previous mission, they had a conflict with some 6th Street Gang members. It was a mess; V even lost a tooth. They had been wanting to get even, and now, finally, the chance for revenge had come.
"Do you have your gear? We can't let those bastards get away!" Jackie rubbed his fists together, his teeth grinding loudly.
"It's all in the trunk, let's go!" V said no more, clenching her fists and leading the way out to find the car.
Their angry departure was noticed by Arno, who was standing on the burly man's chest. Of course, with everyone else gone, their figures were quite conspicuous.
Berry had originally wanted to control Arno to go say hello, but seeing the two leave in such a hurry, she sensed something amiss and decided to follow them.
"Uh, it's all here." Turning his head at the sound, Arno successfully saw the burly man, stripped naked and utterly ashamed, and the neatly folded clothes beside him.
Half a minute later, Arno, dressed in a black leather jacket, black shirt, black leather pants, and high-top boots, walked to the bar's front desk, ready to follow Jackie and V out.
"You think you can just cause a ruckus in our place and walk away safely?"
But it seemed some people weren't too happy about Arno leaving.
At the entrance, a large group of Moxes punk Girls were already waiting for Arno with various knives, guns, and clubs.