Special Forces Medic

Chapter 975 944: Bar Brawl

"Hmm, I will!" This man had once walked on the edge of death; the person who can heal such deep wounds must have astounding skills.

In the corner of a central city street stood the locally famous 'Bessade', a hybrid bar. It has beautiful women and men, openly operating any criminal activities: sex, drugs, gambling—whatever sins you can think of, you can witness here. Of course, it also offers the world's top-notch alcohol and food, with super luxurious enjoyment and services that allow you to experience first-class service while carrying out wicked transactions.

Xiao Lin and Hua Qingyi sat in the first-floor hall of 'Bessade', uncharacteristically drinking with beautiful women all around. Hua Qingyi laughed and talked as if in his element, completely indifferent to the strange looks from those around, and no troublemakers dared to provoke them. There was still a sense of order here; if you have money, you are the master.

Many people couldn't stand his unrestrained behavior, yet they could say nothing. Hidden thugs could at any moment act against anyone causing trouble with provocations, and no one would risk their life to challenge the authority of the boss here.

More importantly, nobody knew whether a deal was being conducted in some corner here. The result of any collision could cause chaos, possibly leading to a shootout, dragging you into conflict.

"That man, more beautiful than a woman, is named Hua Qingyi, an heir of the Chinese high-ranking leaders, and the black-haired man next to him is the future heir of the Xiao Family, called the Military Doctor by those people over there," Raphael said, swirling the ice cubes in his drink.

"They don't look like much, do they? Fragile and flamboyant," Royce glanced disdainfully at the two sitting to their left, showing scorn in his words. "It wouldn't take much effort to easily take down people like them."

Raphael smirked coldly as usual. "You can't judge people by their appearance. If they were truly unimpressive, emergency precautions wouldn't have been taken the moment they set foot on this land. See the two women beside them? One is the apple of the eye of the Genovese Clan, and the other is from a major branch of their family. You'd better not cause trouble here."

Raphael's words drew Royce's dissatisfaction. He looked at him with contempt, having long been unable to sit still. "You just refused the king's request today, and the boss is quite unhappy. This time, the catch is rich."

"Royce, I no longer handle family matters. Please be sure to convey my words to my brother. I won't interfere with whatever he wants to do. I came here for this meeting today to make things clear to you."

"Raphael, the family brothers all hope you will return," Royce grabbed Raphael's hand. "You can't disappoint those brothers waiting for you."

"Royce, don't get too close to that Chinese man; he'll ruin you. Also, take back what you just said; if Nicholas hears you, you won't live," Raphael warned him with a frown, lowering his voice. "That Chinese man wants to use you, unless you really want to see Nicholas and the Xiao Family at odds, leading to bloodshed. If not, you'd better pull out as quickly as possible."

"Oh, my dear cousin, is this your attitude of not caring about family affairs? I know what you're thinking. You used to be so glorious in the family. Now look at what you've become?" Royce suddenly raised his voice, drawing the gaze of those around him.

"Shut up, you fool, do you want to cause a disturbance here?" Raphael dragged Royce to the corner. "Sorry, he's had too much to drink," he apologized to those about to rush forward, dragging Royce into the restroom, turning on the faucet. The icy water was directly poured over Royce's head. No matter how he struggled, Raphael never let go. Only when the sink was full of water and Royce was about to suffocate from lack of oxygen, did he release him.

"Listen, Royce, I could kill you just for what you said earlier, understand?" Raphael drew out a tissue, wiped his soaked hands, and walked out of the restroom without a glance at the person lying on the ground.

At the bar, the voices of Xiao Lin and Hua Qingyi had already disappeared, along with the two women from the Genovese family. Raphael hurried out onto the street, but in the bustling crowd, there was no trace of those two. Suddenly, an inexplicable agitation rose in his heart. When he returned to the restroom to look for Royce, he realized the person was long gone.

"Hey, did you see the person who was just here?" Raphael grabbed a server to inquire about Royce's whereabouts.

"Oh! Yes, sir, two Chinese men took him away."

"Which direction did they go?" Raphael tensed up; the thing he least wanted to see had happened.

"They should still be inside the bar. You can check the second floor!"

Raphael quickly ran up to the second floor, where private booths held couples or people engaging in certain intimate activities. His intrusion drew the displeasure of everyone.

"Hey, sir, you're disturbing other guests!" Several burly men firmly grabbed Raphael by the shoulder and dragged him out of one of the private booths. "Mr. Raphael, we're sorry." When they realized who was causing the commotion, cold sweat appeared on the foreheads of these burly men. "We didn't know it was you!"

"Have you seen Royce? I need to know where he is!" Raphael sighed. No matter how much he tried to wash himself clean, he would still be marked as a member of the Colombo family, with the identity of the current Godfather's brother.

"Oh, who is this?" came a sarcastic voice from behind the men. A lean and frivolous man appeared in front of Raphael. "Isn't this Raphael, expelled from the Colombo family? What are you doing in my territory?"

"Fick!" Raphael twitched a few times from the headache; this person was a notorious demon. "I'll leave as soon as I find Royce."

"Raphael, do you still think you're that legendary figure from years ago? In 'Bessade', no matter what your status is, if you cause trouble, you face the same consequences. You can ask the people here to help find Royce rather than barging into my guest's room."

"Yes, Fick, I didn't think it through, but Royce was taken away by two Chinese men, I'm afraid..."

"Raphael!" Fick shouted, glaring at Raphael with his sunken eyes like a cobra. "Royce is in the booth on the third floor; there are no Chinese men as you said. He's fooling around with a group of women. I warn you, if you want to use this to create chaos in 'Bessade', I'll purge the place for Nicholas."

"Thank you!" Raphael clenched his fists, and when he ran to the third floor to open the booth's door, he almost wanted to smash everything in the room. Royce was indeed entangled with two women as Fick had said.

"Ah, Raphael, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time. Come and sit." Royce wasn't drunk; his mind was quite clear.

"Get out, all of you get out!" Raphael shouted, chasing all the women out of the room and grabbing Royce by the collar.

"What are you doing, Raphael!" Royce was baffled by Raphael's anger.

"Where are those two Chinese men?"

"What Chinese men? What are you talking about?" Royce swung open Raphael's grip and pulled open his collar.

"Weren't you taken by two Chinese men? Why are you here?" Sensing something was off, Raphael leaned against the door. "I went to the bathroom looking for you, a waiter said you were taken by two Chinese men."

Royce glared, a flash of coldness in his dark eyes as he too felt the atmosphere change. "We've been played! When I left the bathroom, a waiter said you had prepared the booth and women for me, and I was brought here."

"It was those two." After hesitating, Raphael quickly grabbed Royce who was ready to rush out. "What are you going to do?"

"Give those two a harsh lesson." Royce was a hot-tempered person, waving his fists; no one dared to toy with the Rochester Clan here.

"Calm down, it might be a trap!"

"Raphael, have you been living too comfortably these years, making you slow? If you're afraid of causing trouble, stay here. Our Rochester Clan isn't afraid of those little punks." Saying this, Royce had already pushed and dashed down the stairs.

"Royce!" Raphael followed him out.

Xiao Lin raised his glass to clink with Hua Qingyi's. When Raphael saw them sitting safely at the bar, it's clear he forgot that there was no one here moments ago.

Bang! A chair was thrown toward the direction where the two were seated. Xiao Lin pushed Hua Qingyi aside, while he dodged the chair thrown unexpectedly with a few steps, frowning with displeasure at the perpetrator behind him.

"Dare to toy with Rochester, are you tired of living!" Royce swung his right fist toward Hua Qingyi, who looked weaker.

"Sir!" Suddenly a figure flashed, and Royce found his fist stopped mid-air without being able to exert any force. Xiao Lin had calmly raised his right hand to intercept Royce's fist, looking at him with serene dark eyes. "Let's talk things through."

Royce froze for a moment, not expecting such a frail-looking person to easily catch his fist. He glanced behind at Hua Qingyi and then fiercely grabbed a beer bottle from the table, aiming to smash it on Xiao Lin's head.

With a crash, the beer bottle shattered on the ground. Hua Qingyi emerged from behind Xiao Lin, holding another half-smashed bottle.

"We're all civilized people; is there nothing that can't be solved by talking?" Xiao Lin tightly held Royce's fist, preventing any movement. By now, many people had gathered to watch. (To be continued. If you like this piece, you're welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)