CHAPTER 372: CHAPTER 372: BROTHER, YOU’RE AMAZING

"Haha... Timmy is too cautious. The bathroom doesn’t even have a window, just drainage pipes. Are you afraid the kids will escape?"

"He’s afraid the kids will crawl out through the drainage pipe... Haha..."

"Uncle, Uncle, I need to poop too, I need to."

The two young men were mocking Timmy, as Timmy Monroe shouted again.

"Damn, even pooping requires coaxing?"

"No, no. It’s because we’re twins, and we sense a lot of things together. Uncle... Uncle, please, let me go to the bathroom too! I need to poop... I can’t hold it any longer, boo hoo hoo..."

"So annoying... There’s only one toilet inside. Even if you go in, there’s no place for you to poop. Wait for your brother to come out."

"Boo hoo hoo... I can’t wait... I can’t wait, Uncle, give me a plastic bag, I’ll take care of it myself! Good Uncle, Good Uncle, you’re the kindest, tonight you’ll definitely win big money."

"Haha... Damn, this kid’s got quite a smooth tongue, I like it... Just for those lucky words, I’ll take you to the bathroom."

The young man who was winning money walked over to Timmy Monroe, picked him up, and headed to the bathroom.

Timmy Monroe eyed the closed bathroom door. He knew his brother had succeeded; otherwise, the thug who went in would have made some noise by now or come out already.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Open up, Timmy." The young man holding Timmy Monroe was basking in the joy of winning money and wasn’t thinking of anything else, so he didn’t notice anything unusual in the bathroom.

Moreover, in his eyes, these kids were too small. Who could have imagined that a six-year-old could knock out a young man in his twenties?

Click!

The bathroom door’s lock was released but wasn’t opened.

"Asked you to open the bathroom door, what are you doing?" The young man, slightly displeased, reached out and turned the round bathroom doorknob, opening the door. He disliked the smell, held his breath, and tossed Timmy Monroe inside.

Seeing Ian Keane sitting on the toilet and Timmy laying facing away, sitting on the floor, with his body against the wall and drooping his head, he sensed something was off.

The young man walked in: "Timmy, you..."

He walked behind Timmy, reached out to touch Timmy’s back, and Timmy’s body started to slump backward.

Seeing Timmy’s eyes closed, his whole body shivered with fear. Was it the kid’s doing?

At the moment he turned around, a sharp pain came from the back of his neck, and his expression before losing consciousness mirrored Timmy’s, unable to make a sound, he fell to the ground.

The bathroom door was shut again.

The only remaining young man outside was smoking, puffing out clouds.

"Brother, you’re amazing."

Timmy Monroe looked at Ian Keane with admiration.

Ian Keane’s little hands were untying the ropes on Timmy Monroe, his cool little face slightly flushed: "Want to learn Taekwondo? After we get out, I’ll teach you."

Timmy Monroe’s eyes lit up: "I want to learn, I want to be as strong as you, brother."

Ian Keane untied the rope and flashed a smile at Timmy Monroe: "You’re so smart, you’ll definitely be as awesome as your brother."

"Brother, don’t go out yet. I’ll go out and deal with the thug outside, and then you come out."

The two thugs in the bathroom were knocked out by Ian Keane and wouldn’t wake up for an hour or two.

Therefore, Timmy Monroe staying in the bathroom is the safest option for now.

Timmy Monroe’s eyes shifted slightly and mysteriously said, "Brother, let’s go out together. I have a better idea to help you deal with the thug outside."

Seeing Timmy Monroe’s confident look, Ian Keane’s eyes flashed with admiration: "Alright."

The bathroom door opened once more.

The young man puffing smoke thought Timmy and the other young man had come out, turned his head, and saw the two little boys running out.

The young man showed surprise, dropped his cigarette, and moved forward to grab the two little boys.

"Uncle, Uncle, the two uncles inside are fighting, go stop them, tell them not to fight, my brother and I are scared!"

Fighting? How could that be?

Doubt flashed in the young man’s eyes, seeing Timmy Monroe and Ian Keane "tied" with ropes. He felt assured and shouted towards the bathroom: "What are you two playing at? Come out now."

There was no sound from inside.

The young man felt something was seriously wrong.

Timmy Monroe cried fearfully: "It’s no use, Uncle. They won’t come out, they’re fighting over money. The uncle who brought me in found a lot of money in the bathroom."

What the hell!

Could there be such a lucky thing?

The young man showed a greedy expression, his heart trembling with excitement, but he didn’t lose his rationality immediately, and eyed Timmy Monroe: "You two, go wait over there."

He nodded towards a particular spot.

The brothers inside have fought well and gotten hurt, surely a share of the money won’t slip by him.

He just needs to watch the kids from outside and reap where he hasn’t sown.

The young man grinned cunningly, suddenly realizing one child was missing. He turned around to find Ian Keane, suddenly a rope tightened around his neck.

"Ah~ Help..."

The rope tightened painfully, his eyes rolled upward, and shortly after, unable to hold on, he fell down with a thud.

"Brother..."

Timmy Monroe yelled, forcefully pushing away the young man’s body to rescue Ian Keane.

"Brother, are you alright?" Timmy Monroe looked at Ian Keane lying on the ground, ready to cry.

He blamed himself for his bad idea leading to his brother being trapped under the thug.

"Don’t cry, brother is fine."

Ian Keane got up from the ground, his rear head hurting, but he remained silent.

He didn’t want his brother to feel guilty, as this was the best possible outcome. If he had fought the thug outside, who had a knife, he would have surely suffered worse injuries.

Ian Keane reached out and held Timmy Monroe’s small hand: "Brother is taking you out."

Timmy Monroe felt his brother’s warm, injured palms and was on the verge of tears, knowing his brother rubbed his hands raw from pulling the rope so hard.

Timmy Monroe held back tears and nodded vigorously: "Okay."

Ian Keane smiled gently and quietly led Timmy Monroe out of the little nightclub.

But just as they were about to succeed, the nightclub’s security discovered them.

"How did you two get out? Stop right there."

The security guard wielding an electric baton chased after the two children.

Ian Keane tightened his grip and pulled Timmy Monroe as they sprinted.

The nightclub had seven or eight security guards. One noticed them, and all the others, hearing the commotion, saw them too.

Thus, the nightclub staged a scene of security guards chasing kids with electric batons.

The men and women on the dance floor shook their heads and twisted their waists.

The two kids rushed up and bumped into their bodies.

"Who are you! Want to die, bumping into me?"