CHAPTER 106: BAR OWNER

Without a moment’s hesitation, the drunk man swung the bottle, attempting to attack Shaan. However, Shaan managed to dodge all of the attacks, causing the drunk man to become furious with his actions.

"Whoa, Sir, please listen to me," Shaan kept dodging the drunk man’s attacks. "I can explain everything—"

"Argh, you bastard!" the man shouted angrily. "Feel this!"

In a half-conscious state, the man immediately threw the bottle in his hand toward Shaan. Fortunately, Shaan saw it coming, and the bottle hit the person standing directly behind Shaan.

"Hey!" shouted the man wearing a black shirt, directing his gaze toward the drunk man. "You son of a b*tch!"

With a furious expression, the man wearing a black shirt smacked the drunk man so hard that he pushed the people around him. Instantly, everyone inside the bar started pushing each other, causing a chaotic scene inside the bar.

"Shaan!" Dr. Marshal shouted, trying to find Shaan amid the chaos inside the bar. "Shaan, where are you?"

’Holy crap! That’s him. That’s Dr. Marshal’s voice,’ Shaan said. ’I have to tell him where I am right away!’

"I’m here!" Shaan raised his hand as high as he could among the crowd. "I’m at—"

Before Shaan could finish speaking, several people in the crowd suddenly collided with him forcefully, causing him to fall. Unfortunately, his face hit the hard floor, causing his lip to bleed.

"Argh, damn it," Shaan said, wiping the blood from his lips. "I need to get out of this crowd before things get even more chaotic."

Shaan walked quickly, bending his body to avoid the flying glass bottles above his head. Damn. It seemed that what Dr. Marshal had said earlier was true—this place was not friendly to anyone, especially women.

"Just a little more... just a little more and I’ll be out of here..."

However, as Shaan was almost out of the increasingly chaotic crowd, suddenly he felt something gripping his leg. He tried to break free, but the grip tightened and pulled Shaan’s leg backward.

’Damn it, what’s happening?’

"Hey... you think you can escape from me that easily?" The man smiled smugly. "Now, you won’t get away from my grasp!"

The drunker choked Shaan’s neck, making it difficult for her to breathe. He tried to break free from the man’s grip, but it was too strong, causing his breathing to grow more labored and his vision to blur.

"I-I can’t breathe."

"Haha, I’ll make sure you won’t this time—"

"Splash!"

A glass bottle landed directly on the drunk man’s head, causing the giant man to collapse instantly. Shaan fell silent. He couldn’t say a word as he watched the man’s body lie motionless on the floor. Holy crap, what the hell is going on?

"Shaan, hurry up. We have to get out of this crowd." Dr. Marshal quickly grabbed Shaan’s hand. "Hurry! Before this drunker wakes up."

With all their strength, they immediately ran away from the man and kept walking through the crowd. Just a few more steps, and they would be able to escape from this crowd of anarchists.

"Come on, Shaan. We’re almost there."

Unfortunately, the drunker regained consciousness and, filled with rage, rushed straight toward Shaan and Dr. Marshal. He pushed Shaan and Dr. Marshal so hard that he shattered one of the wooden tables and the collection of glass bottles on top of it.

"Ugh, damn it." Shaan struggled to stand up with all his strength. "Dr. Marshal. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I’m fine," said Dr. Shaan, brushing glass shards off his clothes. "Now we have to-"

All of a sudden, Drunker grabbed Shaan and Dr. Marshal by the neck at the same time and easily lifted both of them. Damn. It seems this big man still has tremendous physical strength, as he can still lift both of them. Despite being drunk and Dr. Marshal had struck him hard on the head.

"Now, I’ll make sure both of you will-"

"SLAM!"

The brown door in front of them opened abruptly, revealing a man standing there. To be honest, Shaan was quite startled when, out of the corner of his eye, he realized that the man was an elderly man (probably in his 60s or older). This was further reinforced by his gray hair and the wrinkles on his face, which were clearly visible to Shaan.

However, despite that, his body still looked muscular and didn’t lag behind that of a typical young person. Everyone who saw him instantly fell silent, and within seconds, the atmosphere inside the club became completely quiet. What was even stranger was that their expressions immediately turned tense, as if they were seeing something terrifying. What was actually happening? Strangely, their expressions immediately tensed up as if they were witnessing something terrifying. What was actually happening?

"Argh, what’s the problem now?" the silver-haired man said as he walked toward the drunk man. "You, what have you done to them? Put them down right now."

"Hey... you... Who are you?" the drunk man sneered. "Why are you telling me what to do, old man?"

The silver-haired man merely smiled at the drunk man’s words. "Listen to me carefully, newcomer. Put them down now and go back to enjoying your drink before my patience runs out."

"Then... what if I don’t want to do it? What... what will you do?"

"Then you’re really looking for trouble with this club."

Hearing those words, the drunk man became furious and threw Shaan and Dr. Marshal to the floor. He launched an attack at the old man, but before he could land his punch, the old man struck him hard, sending the drunk man flying out of the club.

’BLAM!’

"Oh, shoot. It seems I hit him too hard, causing the lamp post in front of the club to break." The old man shook his head desperately. "Sh*t! Now I’ll have to pay for the lamp post repairs and replace the entrance door yet again. Today is truly my unlucky day."

’Goodness, that’s... that’s incredible strength,’ Shaan paused for a moment, his expression tense. ’B-but how can he have such strength at his age?’

"Alright, everyone, please calm down," said the old man. "I’ve dealt with the troublemaker, and everything can go back to normal. Please enjoy yourselves and don’t cause any trouble inside the club."

"Sir Walter Remington," Dr. Marshal said, walking toward the old man. "It’s a pleasure to meet you."