Welcome the Macho Men

Chapter 30 Welcome the Macho Men

In the morning, Scott Carter climbed out from under the counter, stretched, grabbed a bottle of wine, took a big gulp, and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

The alcohol dissolved the stench in his mouth, which he swallowed, and his spirits lifted.

I went out to have breakfast, and while buying hot dogs, I casually "picked up" someone else's newspaper to kill time.

To be honest, he was much better at reading newspapers than Elena and others.

This is a tabloid that men really like—the Atlanta Star.

It often publishes interesting reports, such as the exhaust pipe of an Indian immigrant's motorcycle breaking down.

The recent covert reports by the Methodist Society and the ATL Freedom Society are quite captivating.

In the eyes of the people in the Clayton community, those who appear glamorous on the surface are filthy inside.

Scott had heard last year that children of devout Methodists had been harmed and had nowhere to turn for help.

Turning to the second page of the newspaper, Scott looked for the story of the Methodists and the Freemasons, and saw a striking headline.

The Methodist Church accused House of Wild Things of discriminating against men, to which House responded: "We are open to male customers from 10 p.m. every night!"

Scott looked at the details.

The Star News sent a reporter to Wild Beast House for an interview. A representative from Wild Beast House stated that the club supports freedom and equality and there is absolutely no discrimination. Wild Beast House is open to all customers, but due to limited capacity, male customers are advised to enter after 10:00 AM.

Scott was a man, and even though his head was a little fuzzy from the alcohol, he understood the hidden meaning in the report.

Who are the customers at the Beast House male strip club? What can men expect to gain if they enter after 10 PM?

Scott threw away the newspaper, opened the cabinet drawer, and started searching for money.

I only found $7.

Scott slapped his forehead, remembered something, closed the store, went into the neighborhood, and arrived near his home.

That bastard Martin made some money recently!

He climbed over the waist-high barbed wire fence, and just as he was about to go inside to search, he found a broken pair of pliers on the windowsill outside, with bundles of barbed wire below.

Scott glanced around and saw that the barbed wire fence between his house and James's house had been cut.

"Fuck! The Davis father and son are a bunch of bastards!" He was furious. He picked up the pliers and snipped off more barbed wire, tied it together with the previous pieces, and dragged it to sell as scrap metal to raise enough money to pick up girls that night.

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At Wild Beast House, everyone arrived at the club three hours early.

Martin yelled, "Old Brooks, get that damn poster out here!"

Bruce brought over a bundle of posters and placed them on the stage.

Hart came over and opened the poster. It had photos of the club when it was open for business, but the faces of all the customers were blurred, and all that could be seen were women.

The striking font conveys the simplest of languages: Every night at 10 PM, Wild Beasts House welcomes tough guys!

Hart understood and was filled with gratitude: "Daddy Martin, you must let me call you Daddy Martin, you saved my brother! My suffering brother..."

Martin shoved him away: "I only want my daughter."

Hart, already shameless enough, shouted to everyone, "You are all my witnesses! Starting tonight, I'm going to save up for gender reassignment surgery. Next year, you'll all call me Miss Hart!"

Bruce urged, "Stop talking nonsense, you idiot, get to work."

Martin then shouted to Ivan and the others, "Go and put these posters up on the bulletin board outside! Whoever's slower than that, I'll marry Miss Hart to him, so you can be together forever!"

Everyone was eager to marry Miss Hart, but no one wanted to.

Whether it will be exposed or exposed is a difficult question.

On the second floor, Vincent came out of his office and stood by the railing.

Martin turned back: "Boss, we can't let them in."

"I know," Vincent said, leaning on the railing. "They can flirt with anyone they want, but they absolutely cannot mess around in my club."

It's not difficult at all; it's just that after 10 p.m., Wild Beast House becomes the most ordinary and common nightclub.

Martin has said everything he needed to say; he doesn't understand business management.

Moreover, he was just a temporary worker paid by the hour.

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Outside the club, posters were displayed in the bulletin board, immediately attracting the attention of many passersby.

Anyone in Atlanta who pays even a little attention to social news knows what kind of place the House of the Beasts is.

Men, there are some things that don't need to be taught.

The simple math problem is written here, but many men probably won't understand it.

Even the most complex hints can be understood by a man after reading them.

Two friends stared at the poster, and one asked, "Shall we come over tonight?"

Another said, "Dude, you know I've always been a supporter of freedom and equality!"

That afternoon, people who had read the Atlanta Star newspaper made a special trip over, saw the posters at Wild Beast House, and replanned their evening plans.

As darkness fell, a long line of female customers formed in front of the Wild Beast House.

The club has issued a notice in the past two days stating that those who do not like the event can leave after 10 p.m.

More female customers actually came in.

When you're out having fun, it's always better to find something suitable in one place than to go to other venues.

At 8:30 p.m., twenty young and strong black men were led into a large private room on the second floor of the black bar across the street.

Boyette was waiting there, and said, "You are all top-notch young men whom I carefully selected from the South City. I'm giving you the opportunity to make money, and you must help me make money too!"

He looked at Diego: "Has everything been explained?"

Diego said, "I've said it twice, in great detail."

Boyette's gaze swept over all the dark faces, and he suddenly pulled a gun from his crotch: "Remember this, no matter how enthusiastic the people who come to you are, or how much money they're willing to offer you, you're not allowed to leave immediately. You're to take them into a bar and make them spend money! Once they've spent enough money, I don't care what happens next."

These black men didn't have many options, so when the big shots who had worked their way up to the bustling city center were willing to give them a chance, they came.

A dozen minutes later, twenty black men, flexing their muscles, stood outside the black bar, waiting for the customers the owner had mentioned to arrive.

Although female customers continued to enter the bar, none of them came from the Wild Beast House across the street.

After some time, hundreds of men lined up in front of the House of the Wild Beasts.

"Let's go across the street! Beast House lets men in at ten o'clock." A customer came out of the black bar and said to his companion, "It's full of thirsty sluts there, they'll go with you if you just pick them up."

The two hurriedly crossed the road to queue on the other side.

The news spread quickly throughout the black bar, and more men came out and headed to the other side.

Anyone who frequents nightclubs near Saijo Street knows that people coming out of Wild Beast House at night are particularly easy to pick up and have a lot of fun.

(End of this chapter)