chsdbacks Chapter 789 Toilet scuffle
Chapter 789 Toilet scuffle
Baijiu placed the black briefcase on the metal grid countertop, pulled out a cell phone with the screen lit up, and handed it to Mojito.
On the screen, a blue arc of light flashed, pointing straight ahead.
Baijiu took off his black jacket and cast his gaze towards the dance floor below. The warm yellow light was emitted by a huge simulated "sun" beneath the dome.
Young men and women gathered around a circular stage outlined by lights, holding bottles of wine, dancing or indulging in the dynamic music.
In the center of the stage, a man with a goatee held a microphone in his left hand and enthusiastically interacted with the audience, while his right hand skillfully operated professional DJ equipment.
Baijiu squeezed into the crowded crowd and headed in the direction indicated by the radar on the mobile phone screen.
Suddenly, the blue arc of light from the screen in Mojito's hand intersected with a sudden red dot! He immediately shouted, "White wine!"
"Mojito?" Baijiu covered his earphones. The deafening music almost drowned out the communication. "Was it you who spoke just now?"
Mojito obviously didn't care whether the other party heard clearly or not. He continued on his own with his usual casual tone: "Baijiu, if you can hear me..."
"I found him." A sneer appeared on his lips.
"What did you say?" Baijiu frowned. The drumbeats were like heavy hammers hitting his eardrums, and he could only catch a few words. "Say it again! Where?"
Mojito's calm voice came: "He's heading towards the bathroom."
And all Baijiu heard were broken syllables: "...wash...it..."
Based on the scattered characters, Baijiu quickly determined that Lark had entered the restroom! He immediately changed his path, roughly pushing aside the people blocking his way and desperately squeezing towards the restroom.
After a difficult journey, he finally met Mojito who was guarding the door of the men's restroom. Mojito stood straight, his eyes fixed on the closed door like a hawk.
Baijiu glanced at the screen in his hand - the signal source was undoubtedly pointing to the inside of the men's restroom.
Their eyes met and they nodded slightly. Baijiu was the first to push the door open and enter.
Behind the door was a quiet corridor, with overhead wall lamps emitting soft white light.
A drunk man in a suit staggered out of the bathroom, glanced at the two people with a dazed look, and staggered between them like a toddler.
Baijiu went straight into the bathroom.
The interior is simple and bright, with pure white as the main color. It is different from ordinary bathrooms: the washbasin and mirror are neatly placed in the center, forming an aisle.
From the walls, floors to the ceiling, it is almost pure white. Under the illumination of the neatly arranged embedded square ceiling lights (distributed like a chessboard), it appears particularly bright and comfortable.
Mojito and Baijiu split up and silently approached the target according to the signal source flashing on the screen.
The mirrored area behind Baijiu also reflects the figures of several men, some of whom are talking and some are adjusting their belts.
Baijiu quickly scanned the environment with his peripheral vision, his brain rapidly calculating a plan to subdue Lak.
The side mirror reflects exposed metal pipes and silver-gray trash cans - perhaps they can serve as tools.
In front, the two slightly open white compartment doors are also perfect hiding spots.
He noticed that Mojito's eyes were fixed in one direction for a long time.
Baijiu calmly walked through the aisle between the two sinks, stood next to Mojito, and followed his gaze.
A man in a light gray suit was walking out of the cubicle, his right half hidden by the wall.
Mojito almost concluded:
It was Lark! He immediately quickened his pace and followed.
Baijiu stayed where he was for a few seconds, then turned back and leaned against a pillar, his hands folded in front of his stomach. He could hear the gentle sound of flowing water, and he half-peeked out to observe.
Mojito also peeked over from the side of the sink. He saw the man in the light gray suit quietly standing by the sink, head down, washing his hands, seemingly unaware of their presence.
The two did not act immediately.
Baijiu quickly looked to the other side and confirmed that there were only three of them in the bathroom.
After the last man in a suit left chatting and laughing, Baijiu pulled out a pen from his sleeve and pressed the button at the bottom - a thin needle popped out silently.
He neatly crossed the pen into his right hand, placed his index finger against the pen body, and hid it back into his sleeve.
Baijiu walked out from behind the side wall and walked towards the sink with a calm face.
Unexpectedly, a man in a black leather jacket appeared from nowhere, stood on the left side of the man in the light gray suit, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands calmly.
Baijiu had to change his strategy and stand to the left of the man in the black leather jacket.
He first looked at his handsome reflection in the mirror with admiration for a few seconds, then lowered his head and turned on the faucet.
During this gap, he caught a glimpse of Mojito quietly coming to the right side of the man in the light gray suit.
Mojito placed the briefcase he was carrying on the table, bent down, and pretended to wash his hands.
Baijiu looked into the mirror, his eyes instantly becoming sharp as a knife. He lay dormant quietly, waiting for an opportunity to break the deadlock.
The man in the light grey suit still seemed unaware of the danger, his shoulders drooping even more than before.
When the man in the black jacket on Baijiu's right left, the three of them looked up almost at the same time!
The mirror clearly reflected the facial features of the man in the light grey suit - an Asian face with brows slanting down into the temples, and eyes like deep pools that met Mojito's gaze in the mirror!
He turned off the tap and the sound of water stopped abruptly.
His lips were pressed into a very thin straight line without any curve, suppressed emotions were surging in his eyes, and his body was quietly tense, ready for battle.
The moment the sound of a door closing was heard from behind, Baijiu, holding a syringe, took advantage of the moment when the man and Mojito's eyes met, and attacked from the side like lightning, with the tip of the needle piercing the man's neck!
In this frosty white space, the tranquility was suddenly torn apart!
However, the man suddenly turned around! As if he had anticipated this! His arms stretched out like iron clamps, accurately locking Baijiu's arms, intercepting the fatal blow half a second in advance! He tilted his head, his eyes cold.
This swift dodge caught Baijiu off guard! By the time he realized his sneak attack had failed, the opponent had already taken control of his body!
Baijiu felt awe in his heart: This person is very skilled and is definitely not a simple contact person!
The thought flashed by! The man had already tugged at Baijiu's arm, forcing him to lean back! The white shirt underneath was instantly messy, and the collar was wide open!
Then, the man's shoulder slammed in like a battering ram! With unstoppable force, he pressed down on Baijiu's shoulder and slammed him against the hard surface!
"Bang!" A dull crash echoed in the bathroom!
Baijiu instinctively protected his head, his suit twisted and deformed in the struggle. The man did not slack off at all, and with almost crazy ruthlessness, he dragged Baijiu's arms again!
Baijiu's body leaned back uncontrollably again, and was about to fall towards the cold table!
The man's two palms were like iron pliers, tightly gripping Baijiu's right wrist! His thumb nail dug deeply into Baijiu's palm, veins popping out on the back of his hand, and his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to inject all his cruelty into this force!
Faced with this sudden onslaught, Baijiu was unable to break free for a moment! The needle in his hand slipped out of his hand and landed on the polished white porcelain floor with a clang!
"Roar!" Mojito's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised the briefcase high in his hand like an enraged lion!
The man caught a glimpse of Mojito's movements from the corner of his eye, and instinctively stepped back to try to dodge!
however--
"boom!!!"
A dull thud like a heavy object falling to the ground exploded in the bathroom!
The man ultimately misjudged the power of the briefcase! Or rather, he underestimated Mojito's brute force!
His body suddenly stiffened, his legs stretched straight, and he collapsed vertically to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, losing consciousness instantly!
Baijiu's waist and abdomen were bent into an extremely uncomfortable arc. He slowly stood up, supported his hands on the cold sink, and looked at the fallen man while panting.
incredible……
The thrilling fight just now lasted only a little over two seconds.
If it weren't for Mojito's unreasonable sneak attack...
The consequences are simply unimaginable...
This man... is an extremely tough guy.