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Ivan waited for their parents to arrive before calculating the medical expenses. In a booth, a middle-aged man, around fifty and slightly overweight, wearing an oversized uniform, waved to his son. Xiao Qing kicked Valentin in frustration, then dropped the stick and approached Natasha, who was trembling with her head down. He grabbed the young girl's hair and yanked her towards the edge of the booth, pushing her down.
The girl fell to the ground, too scared to move, curling up and shivering. After sitting down, Xiao Qing kicked her again and spat, "What are you pretending for, you little brat?"
"Let's wait until their families get here," he added.
Zhong Ren shot him an impatient glare. It wasn't easy for him to finally get some rest only to be called out by his son. As a police chief, he had a busy day dealing with Xiao Wenzhi at the office and had to occasionally satisfy his wife at night. Little Rabbit didn’t seem to understand how to consider his feelings.
Time ticked by slowly.
Suddenly, a powerful engine roared outside. Just as everyone in the dance hall was puzzled, there was a loud explosion as a whole wall blew apart. A few gangsters leaning against it were unfortunate enough to be thrown back by the debris and blast.
"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Several young girls were frozen in fear. The gangsters were no better off; a few police officers stood dumbfounded at the sight of the shattered entrance and the massive hole beside it as dozens of burly men armed with heavy weaponry stormed in.
Alexei fired a round into the ceiling and shouted, "Everyone get down!"
Andreev glanced around before heading to the bar to help their kids up. Gennady and Valentin checked each other over, asking if they were okay.
"That was close," they said, almost getting hit.
Meanwhile, Larryf got up and took his father's shotgun from his hands. Limping over to the booth, he pulled Natasha up, brushing her disheveled hair aside with a grin that revealed bloodstained teeth. "I’ll take care of this for you."
He shoved her aside and aimed at Xiao Qing's legs, firing a shot that made Xiao Qing scream and jump high in fright. Zhong Ren was equally alarmed; his gun had already been confiscated, leaving him no choice but to plead with Larryf. "Kid, you’re still young; don’t go down the path of crime."
"Fuck you!"
Larryf grabbed a bottle from the table and smashed it over Zhong Ren's bald head with a loud crack.
One punch after another fell without resistance.
"You think you're so tough?"
Larryf dragged Zhong Ren into the center of the dance floor where Zhukov and others limped over with freshly broken wooden sticks in hand. A few police officers were also pulled into the fray alongside Zhong Ren, including the bartender who had initially pointed a gun at Larryf and several muscular men who had rushed in first.
Twenty or so people were encircled in the center of the dance floor while several young girls were pulled aside, witnessing nearly ten minutes of brutal beating unfold before their eyes.
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