บท 11: Chapter 11: Men’s Showdown
The Bunny Girl Bar was packed. The stage featured a blonde in a bikini and a hat, dancing to energetic music. The crowd, a mix of men and women, reveled on the dance floor. At 10 o'clock at night, the nightclub was at its peak.
As the song ended, Marissa, dressed in a white evening gown, took the stage. Her stunning figure immediately captured the attention of all the men present. She addressed the audience with a smile, "At the request of Mr. Westland, I will sing a song to lift everyone's spirits."
Marissa's gaze briefly lingered on a handsome man in the crowd, Mr. Westland, who responded with a polite nod, embodying the demeanor of a true gentleman. The audience applauded warmly as Marissa began to sing a classic song with a melancholic tone.
Her performance captivated the crowd, and as the song concluded, everyone clapped enthusiastically. The music then picked up again, with people dancing and celebrating.
Marissa stepped off the stage and approached Mr. Westland's group. Suddenly, a burly man, towering at nearly two meters, blocked her path. "Miss Marissa, would you dance with me?" he asked with a menacing grin.
Marissa glanced at Westland for support but replied, "I'm sorry, sir, but I have friends waiting for me."
Marissa was accustomed to such advances and usually, a polite refusal was sufficient. However, the burly man's face darkened as he ignored her rejection and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I don't like being turned down," he growled.
Marissa was taken aback but maintained her composure. "Please let go. We're not acquainted."
"Hahaha, just dance with me. No need to be so formal," the man said, dragging her toward the dance floor.
Mr. Westland, noticing the commotion, approached with concern. "Marissa, what's going on?" he asked, looking at the burly man.
Westland, a well-dressed gentleman in his thirties, intended to play the hero. If he could impress Marissa by rescuing her, it might improve his standing with her.
"Go!" the burly man ordered, glaring at Westland. The intensity of his gaze intimidated Westland, who nervously backed away.
The burly man sneered, dismissing Westland as an ineffective pretender.
Two nightclub security guards arrived, noticing the situation. "Let go of Miss Marissa," they demanded.
"Get lost; don't get involved," the burly man sneered.
One of the guards tried to intervene by grabbing the burly man's arm, but the man responded with a powerful punch that sent the guard crashing to the floor, unconscious.
Marissa let out a terrified scream, attracting the attention of other patrons, including Hardy, Sean, and Ryder. They rushed over, and Ryder, noticing the situation, confronted the burly man.
"Let go of Miss Marissa, apologize, and leave the nightclub, or face the consequences," Ryder warned.
Before Ryder could finish, four or five more burly men rose from a nearby table, surrounding them.
Hardy sensed trouble and prepared for action.
The burly man, known as Big Ivan, looked at Hardy and his group with disdain. "I'm Big Ivan. I came here for Marissa. No one will stop me."
Ryder, hot-headed, threw a punch. One of Big Ivan's men retaliated, striking Ryder in the chest. Ryder fought back, and the two engaged in a rough scuffle, knocking over tables and chairs.
The remaining patrons scattered in fear.
Big Ivan laughed triumphantly. "Beat them down and have some fun!"
His men charged, but Hardy moved swiftly. He struck the first man with a precise punch to the face, sending him crashing to the ground. Without hesitation, Hardy followed up with an uppercut that dislocated another man's jaw, causing him to cry out in pain.
The third man was quickly subdued with a powerful blow to the temple, rendering him unconscious.
Hardy's efficiency in handling the situation was impressive. He then kicked the attacker targeting Sean, who seized the opportunity to use a stool, striking his opponent and causing bloodshed.
Ryder, still engaged in his fight, freed himself and knocked out his adversary with a series of punches.
Big Ivan was stunned by the swift defeat of his men. His plan to cause chaos in the nightclub and assert dominance had backfired.
"Damn it!" Big Ivan cursed, reaching for his waist. As he drew half of his pistol, Hardy pressed a black barrel against his head.
Big Ivan froze, realizing that any sudden movement might provoke Hardy to shoot. He had not intended for things to escalate to this point.
Hardy, skilled in drawing his weapon, had quickly readied his gun. "Let go of Miss Marissa," Hardy ordered, his eyes cold with resolve.
Seeing the deadly intent in Hardy's gaze, Big Ivan slowly released Marissa.
Hardy moved swiftly, grabbing Marissa's arm and pulling her to safety. She looked at him gratefully.
Big Ivan, feeling humiliated, glared at Hardy. "You wouldn't dare shoot me in front of so many witnesses. Why not settle this like men? Use your fists!"
Hardy replied calmly, "Hand over the gun."
Big Ivan, begrudgingly, handed over his Soviet TT-33 pistol, a model later known as the "May 4th" in China.
"Alright," Hardy said, "a man's conflict should be settled with fists. Prepare yourself."
Turning to Marissa, Hardy handed her the pistols. "Hold these for me."
Marissa took the weapons, ready to assist.
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