The Black Guys' Amazing Moves

Chapter 31 The Black Guys' Amazing Moves (Please Read On)

"Dude, it's $15 for admission."

Ivan and the blond-haired man stood guard at the club entrance, collecting money to let men in. Every time they collected money, they would say, "No messing around inside the club. If you want to do anything, go find somewhere else."

Scott, impatient in line, yelled, "Stop talking nonsense! We know! I'll definitely bring one out so you can only watch!"

Those who had paid couldn't wait to enter; the club was buzzing with excitement, the atmosphere was electric.

In addition to the entrance fee, you also have to buy someone a drink when you strike up a conversation, which adds up to another expense.

Martin stopped mixing cocktails because there were too many people. He started selling beer with Bruce, and many male customers tipped generously to show they were generous.

Scott came in, looking for his target, and immediately spotted Martin behind the bar.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with hatred.

Thinking of his wife who had been snatched away by that old bastard Jack Davis, Scott immediately went over to her: "Idiot, you work here!"

Martin glanced at him: "I'm busy, do as you please."

Scott's thought process was different from ordinary people; he immediately raised his voice and shouted, "Idiot Martin's dad seduced my wife and eloped with her, and he won't even pay me..."

The men and women around Scott all looked at him as if they were seeing an alien.

Martin, thinking of Elena, took a beer and placed it in front of Scott: "It's on me."

Scott took it and drank a large gulp: "That's more like it."

Then, they left.

All this talk is just to get a free drink.

Bruce sidled over and said, "Is your dad an even bigger jerk than you?"

Martin said, quite helplessly, "I'm a good guy, he's an idiot, obviously."

Bruce asked curiously, "I really want to meet your dad and see how amazing he is."

Martin killed the conversation with one sentence: "He wouldn't lick a poster, and he wouldn't use a poster to make bathwater to drink."

Bruce retorted: "May you spend the rest of your life messing with Earth!"

Martin shamelessly retorted, "You're just jealous!"

Bruce didn't want to talk; that bastard's skin was thick enough to stop a bullet.

Inside the club, men and women who successfully hooked up with each other quickly left, while large numbers of people entered, gradually shortening the long queue at the entrance.

Ivan picked up the walkie-talkie: "Boss, send someone over to collect the money."

Dana quickly brought two people over, took away the two bags that were almost bursting, and left Ivan and the blond guy with two new bags.

She had a lot of cash, and it was getting late, so she left someone behind with a gun to guard the door.

Across the street, twenty young black men stood on the roadside, watching couples leave intimately, their bodies inexplicably agitated.

Fred swallowed hard, pointed across the street, and said to his companion, "That guy, and that guy, and the guy with the afro, they went in less than five minutes and came out with their men."

"It seems... easy?" His companion's voice was a little loud.

Another person said, "Shall we go over too?"

Fred pointed at the golden retriever: "Just like here, you charge an entrance fee. You guys have money?"

No one spoke; the twenty of them might be able to scrape together $20.

But seeing men constantly bringing women out across the street, especially a few good-for-nothings who came out of the black bar and then went into the Beast House, were actually able to pick up girls, Fred and his friends' emotions seemed to be ignited.

What if they don't have money? They may not know how to earn it, but they have a glorious tradition.

Fred turned back and looked towards the entrance of the black bar. Because fewer people were entering, only a Latino boy was left collecting money.

The Latin boy had a wallet wrapped around his waist and a stack of five-dollar bills in his hand.

Fred noticed that several of his companions were looking in that direction and whispered, "Shall we do it?"

"Damn it!" That's how they've always been: "The old way."

Fred nodded and was the first to approach the Latino: "Hey buddy, got a cigarette? Give me one."

The Latino guy knew this was a new recruit from the boss. He took two steps forward and reached for his cigarettes: "Bring your own next time."

The three black men skillfully circled around to the other side of the Latino boy. Just as the Latino boy noticed and turned around to look, a brick smashed into his head.

Fred snatched the money, and the other two took off their wallets. Seeing that the Latin boy was unconscious, they threw them against the wall where they wouldn't get in the way, and then ran across the road together.

The rest of the people followed.

They have no concept of the future or what will happen later.

Inside the black bar, the music was deafening, and no one paid attention to the door. To those inside, it didn't seem like there was only one person outside, but 21. Even if there was a robbery, they would have the upper hand.

As for passersby, who cares about such a disgusting thing as a black man robbing someone?

There weren't many people queuing at the Wild Beast House anymore. Fred and his friends paid $300 for tickets and went into the club.

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In the Black Bar, Boyette stood by the second-floor railing and realized something was wrong.

"Have you noticed there are fewer customers tonight?" He looked towards the bar entrance. "The female customers across the street aren't coming over? And a lot of people are leaving?"

Diego frowned: "The people on the other side should have come over in large numbers long ago."

Boyette looked down: "Customer traffic is down 30%!"

He waved to the bartender below, signaling him to come up.

The bartender came running up: "Boss?"

"Why are there so few customers today?" Boyette asked.

"There were quite a few people before, about the same as before." The bartender overheard many customers talking at the bar: "I heard them say that Wild Beast House across the street started letting male customers in at ten o'clock, and everyone who left went there."

Diego reacted quickly: "No wonder the people on the other side aren't coming." He slapped the fence: "Who came up with this idea? Definitely a lecherous old man, he knows all too well what lechers are thinking!"

Boyette hurried to the window facing the street, drew back the curtains to look across the street. There were not many men queuing at the entrance of the House of the Beasts anymore, but couples were constantly coming out of it.

It's fine if the business across the street is doing well, but they're stealing my customers.

Boyette was getting a little carried away: "Which pervert came up with this idiotic idea? I'm going to rip out his kidney!"

The two men rushed upstairs, the Latin boy behind them clutching his head with one hand, his face covered in blood.

Boyette snapped, "What happened now?"

The Latino boy, gripping the railing, exclaimed, "Boss, those twenty piles of dog poop stole our money! They even took our wallets!"

"What?" Boyette reached for his gun.

Diego quickly grabbed Boyet's hand to prevent him from pulling out his gun and venting his anger: "Where are they?"

The Latin boy said, "I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up they were gone."

Diego calmed Poyet down: "Calm down! Calm down! Let's find out where they went first."

Boyette pulled his hand away, sniffed it, and became a little more sober: "Never mind the other side for now, find those twenty piles of dog shit for me!"

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As soon as twenty strong young black men entered the house of the beasts, Martin noticed them and immediately nudged Bruce.

Bruce handed the bottle of liquor to Martin, turned around, went to the liquor cabinet, and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Tom, keep an eye on those black guys. Don't do anything unless they cause trouble."

He then asked the person at the door, "Ivan, what's going on with those old black guys?"

"They paid the money, and I asked the boss for permission. The boss let them in." Ivan actually wanted to stop them, but the boss had the final say.

Bruce knew that if he opened his business and stopped Black people from coming in, it would be extremely complicated if they used racial discrimination to cause trouble.

The black men didn't cause any trouble; they were just flirting with the female customers. The leader of the group even came over and ordered a beer.

Not long after, several female customers left with the group of black men.

Martin chatted with the black guy who wanted a beer, then said to Bruce, "He's from the south and helps out at the Black Bar across the street."

Bruce asked, "The other side? What do they want to do?"

When he got off work that evening, Golden Retriever brought the latest news: the people at the Black Bar were looking for that group of black men.

"It's said that the bar owner, Boyet, brought them over from the slums of the south city to pick up our customers, but those black guys couldn't control themselves and stole money from the bar to spend here."

Martin was deeply impressed: "When it comes to being flamboyant, the black guys are the most flamboyant."

Bruce, however, instructed the bar security: "Keep an eye on the other side. If they dare to cause trouble, you understand."

(End of this chapter)