The lights in the bar were dim. A few shabby chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the light flickered like a candle in the wind.

The chandelier was covered with dust and cobwebs, like traces left by time.

Smoke filled every corner of the bar. The smoke was like a white ghost, filled with a pungent mixture of tobacco and alcohol.

Gangsters from all walks of life gathered here, their figures looming in the dim light.

Some sat in the corner and talked in low voices, their voices sounded like whispers in the dark, mysterious and dangerous; some laughed loudly in front of the bar, that laughter was rough and full of wild power; low music echoed in the bar, that music was like a heartbeat in the dark, dull but full of rhythm.

Qin Yang was wearing an inconspicuous black windbreaker. The material of the windbreaker looked ordinary, but it had a low-key texture.

He walked into the bar and instantly attracted a lot of attention.

His steps were steady and confident, and every step seemed to carry an invisible aura.

His eyes were calm and deep, like a bottomless lake, unpredictable.

There was no expression on his face, as if he was wearing a mysterious mask, cold and calm.

Qin Yang walked straight to the bar, nodded slightly to the bartender and said, "One glass of whiskey, on the rocks."

His movements were graceful and natural, like that of a veteran who frequented such places.

The voice was low and calm, but it was clearly audible in this noisy bar.

The bartender mixed the drinks skillfully, his hands fluttering between the wine glass and the wine bottle like two nimble butterflies.

He picked up a crystal clear whiskey glass, wiped it with a clean cloth, and then took a bottle of whiskey from the rack.

He skillfully opened the bottle cap and slowly poured the amber liquid into the wine glass. The wine made a crisp "gurgling" sound in the glass.

Then, he picked up a few ice cubes with a pair of tongs and put them into the wine glass. The ice cubes and the wine glass made a slight "ding-dong" sound when they collided.

At the same time, he lowered his voice and said, "New here? This is the Nicholas family's territory, be careful."

There was a kind of kind warning in his eyes, as if alerting someone who was about to step into a trap.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a few shallow wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

Qin Yang chuckled, and his laughter was like a gentle breeze blowing through the corner of the bar filled with a tense atmosphere.

His eyes swept around, like two searchlights searching for the target in the darkness.

His eyes are sharp and meticulous, not missing any corner.

He seemed to be looking for something, with a mysterious light flashing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble."

He responded softly, his voice as low as the buzz of a mosquito, but full of unquestionable confidence.

Then he caught a glimpse of a few suspicious people in the corner with his peripheral vision. They were the younger brothers of the Nicholas family.

The peripheral vision was like an invisible ray, accurately locking onto the target.

Qin Yang said in his inner monologue: "The first step is to find out their details."

My heart is like a calm volcano. Although it looks calm on the outside, I am actually thinking intensely inside.

There was a gleam of determination in his eyes, like a wolf quietly stalking its prey in the dark, ready to attack at any time.

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Bar back alley.

The back alley of the bar is a dark and damp place, with walls covered with graffiti and stains, like a canvas eroded by time and sin.

The ground was littered with garbage and stagnant water, giving off a foul smell. A dim light flickered at the entrance of the alley, as if trying to drive away the darkness, but it seemed so powerless.

Qin Yang walked out of the bar. The cold night air hit his face, but he seemed not to feel the cold.

He deliberately slowed down his pace, as if he was measuring the length of the back alley.

His body was swaying slightly, like a drunk, but his eyes were extremely clear.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, his ears slightly pricked up, as if he was catching the movements around him.

Soon, several younger brothers of the Nicholas family followed. Their footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet alley, like the footsteps of death approaching.

The leader sneered and said, "Friend, you are still hanging out so late, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go home?" The sneer was like a cold north wind, blowing through the narrow alley.

There was an arrogant look on his face and a ferocious and disdainful look in his eyes.

His teeth were jagged and glowed yellow in the dim light.

He was wearing a black leather jacket with the Nicholas family logo on it, which looked like an evil totem.

Qin Yang turned around, his movements like a dancer's gorgeous turn on the stage.

His eyes revealed an aura that should not be underestimated. That aura was like an invisible high wall that instantly stood between him and his younger brothers.

His eyes were like two burning torches, ready to burn the enemy in front of him to ashes.

The body stands straight, like a tall pine tree, giving people a feeling of strength and inviolability.

"Oh? Is this how you, the Nicholas family, treat guests?" The voice was low and full of majesty, like a king questioning his subjects who had offended him.

"Guests? Humph, in our eyes, there are only two kinds of people - friends and enemies."

The younger brothers pressed forward step by step.

Their footsteps were chaotic and aggressive, like a pack of hungry wolves besieging their prey.

There was greed and ferocity in their eyes, like souls swallowed by darkness.

They held various weapons in their hands, some were sticks, some were daggers. Those weapons flashed coldly under the dim light, like the scythe of the god of death.

Qin Yang raised the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his figure flashed, and his body disappeared on the spot like a flash of lightning.

Using the elementary speed techniques he had just mastered, his movements were so fast that they were almost impossible to see.

He was like an invisible wind, easily dodging their siege and subduing the leading little brother with his backhand.

The arm was like a powerful python, tightly locking the leader's neck.

His fingers pressed hard on the younger brother's carotid artery, making it impossible for him to break free.

There was a kind of indifference and disdain in his eyes, as if he was looking at a small insect that he had easily captured.

"Now, tell me, where is your boss?" Qin Yang's voice was cold and firm.

The voice was like a biting cold wind coming from the depths of the ice field, and every word carried a bone-chilling chill.

His lips were slightly pursed and his teeth bit his lower lip, making the lines at the corners of his mouth even colder.

His eyes were like two gleaming cold daggers, piercing straight at the younger brother he had restrained. The oppressive feeling in his eyes seemed to be real, making the air around them become heavy.

The younger brother said the location with trembling voice, his body shaking like a leaf in the wind.

His lips trembled, his teeth chattered, and he made a slight "click" sound. (End of this chapter)