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Brown, the iron tower-like guard, has firm and deep eyes, like an undeveloped primitive ore.

In his big hand he held a bottle of vodka, a spirit that felt like a tamed beast in his hands.

He walked up to Mr. Hodder. The wealthy businessman was sitting on a luxurious leather sofa with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Sir, please drink less." Brown's voice was low and powerful, as if it could penetrate thick steel.

Mr. Hodder raised his head and glanced at Brown, his eyes flashing with a cunning light, "Brown, you are my most effective bodyguard, but you are always such a spoiler. You know I don't like to be controlled by others."

Brown did not flinch. He looked directly into Mr. Hodder's eyes and said, "I know you don't like it, but for your health, please drink less."

Mr. Hodder was silent for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Haha, Brown, you are a good person, but sometimes you are so old-fashioned. Well, I listen to you, drink less."

Brown nodded slightly, and a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He had been concerned that Mr Hodder was in danger from drinking too much. He is not only a bodyguard, but also a friend and relative of Mr. Hodder.

The surrounding atmosphere gradually became more relaxed. Brown stepped aside and observed his surroundings.

In the luxurious dance hall, the lights are dim and soft, creating a comfortable and mysterious atmosphere. The black gold crutch beside him shows Mr. Hodder's wealth and taste. Brown couldn't help but sigh, this is the person he is protecting.

Yet despite all the luxury around him, Brown was always wary at heart. His eyes constantly scanned every corner of the dance floor, and his ears caught every tiny sound. He always kept his hand close to the gun he carried, ready to deal with any possible danger.

As time went on, Mr. Hodder began to grow tired. He rubbed his temples, obviously due to the drowsiness caused by alcohol.

"Brown, you're like family to me," Mr. Hodder said softly. "I'm really grateful that you've always been there for me."

Brown smiled slightly, "This is what I should do, sir."

The music in the dance hall was deafening and the rhythm was strong, as if it was shaking the entire space. Dazzling colorful lights flashed in every corner, echoing with the powerful music, creating a wild and energetic atmosphere.

In the middle of the dance floor, the noble boy Louis was standing there arrogantly. He was wearing a designer suit and the tie on his chest fluttered in the wind, showing his luxury and arrogance.

He always likes to show off his wealth and status in front of everyone, and tonight's target is the man nicknamed Curly Hair.

A check in Louis' hand was like a trump card, with "One Million Dollars" written clearly on it. This check was enough to bend many people to his will. And tonight, he will use this check to challenge Curly's bottom line.

The Harry brothers, two tall and powerful men, stood beside Louis. They are like two iron towers, guarding their sponsors. They are celebrities in fighting shows and have rich fighting experience. Their action routines are clear and every shot is full of power and skill.

Curly Hair, a seemingly ordinary but mysterious man, stood on the other side of the dance floor.

There was an unyielding and calm look in his eyes, as if he had already seen through Lewis's plan. He moved his body quickly, nimbly dodging the Harry brothers' attacks.

"Brothers, come on!" Louis shouted, waving the check in his hand.

The Harry brothers pounced on Curly Hair like tigers, their movements quick and precise. However, Curly's reaction time was faster, and he used his nimble steps and agile movements to fight back. Each of his counterattacks caught the Harry brothers off guard.

The surrounding drinkers' eyes widened and their breathing became rapid. This battle is not just an ordinary fight, but more like a battle of strength and wisdom.

"Oh my God! Curly hair is so fast!" one person exclaimed.

"Brother Harry is not a fuel-efficient guy either!" another person added.

Everyone was engrossed in watching the battle, as if they had forgotten that they were in the dance floor. Their hearts beat faster with every punch, every dodge.

Suddenly, Curly hit one of the Harry brothers with a heavy punch, and the other brother fell to the ground. The whole place instantly became excited and burst into warm applause and cheers.

"Curly! Curly! Curly!" The audience chanted his name, as if he had become their hero.

However, amid the cheers, Lewis’s face turned livid. The check in his hand seemed to have become a piece of waste paper, losing its due value. He stared at Curly Hair, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

Curly stood in the middle of the dance floor, enjoying this moment of glory.

He looked up at the ceiling, a smile forming on his lips. At this moment, he felt as if he had become the real king of this dance hall.

In the dance hall, the loud music is deafening and the lights are flashing, creating a wild and energetic atmosphere. However, a sudden fight suddenly made the atmosphere in the dance hall tense.

Curly Hair may seem thin and short, but he possesses amazing strength. He stood in the middle of the dance floor, facing another attack from the Harry brothers, with an unyielding light in his eyes.

The Harry brothers pounced on Curly Hair like tigers, their movements quick and precise. However, Curly's reaction time was faster, and he used his nimble steps and agile movements to fight back. Each of his counterattacks caught the Harry brothers off guard.

"It seems that these two people are not enough." Curly Curly raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said disdainfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the Harry brothers was punched by Curly Hair and flew out.

The man rolled several times in the air and then fell heavily to the ground, smashing a table and a sofa into pieces.

The whole place fell silent for a moment, everyone was stunned, and their eyes were focused on the man who fell to the ground.

"Oh my God! What's going on?" one person exclaimed.

"The power of curly hair is too great!" another person exclaimed.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the man who fell to the ground struggled to stand up. There was a pained expression on his face, but a determined light shone in his eyes. He dusted himself off and rejoined the fight.

"You're a little guy, but you're really strong." He gritted his teeth and said, "But that's all you can do!"

Curly smiled contemptuously, "Are you so sure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man received another punch from Curly Hair. This time, he flew several meters away and smashed another table and a sofa.

The whole place was silent again, but this time, people's eyes were full of awe and wonder.

"Is this still a human being?" One person murmured to himself, "His power simply exceeds the limits of human beings!"

At the same time, Lu Ting, who was drinking on the side, was amused. As the boss of Curly Hair, he is very aware of the strength of this thin man. He knew how amazing the power of Curly Hair's fist was. This is why he has always admired and trusted Curly.

Lu Ting raised his wine glass and gestured to Curly Hair. Curly smiled slightly and raised his glass in response. There is no need to say anything about the tacit understanding and trust between them, everything is unspoken.

As the battle continued, the atmosphere in the dance floor gradually heated up. People cheered, screamed, and shouted, applauding Curly's every shot.

And Curly Hair seems to have become the real king of this dance hall, and his figure is particularly dazzling under the light.

In the dance floor, music and fighting sounds intertwined, creating a tense atmosphere.

Mr. Hodder sat on a plush sofa, holding a goblet filled with vodka.

He stared intently at the fight on the dance floor, with a hint of excitement and curiosity on his face.

"Brown, what do you think?" Mr. Hodder turned to ask the bodyguard beside him.

Brown is a tall, imposing man, wearing a black suit and with sharp eyes. He is not only Mr. Hodder's bodyguard, but also his good friend and right-hand man.

Brown frowned and stared at the three fighting men intently. "Curly Hair's power is indeed very powerful, but I don't know yet what extent his strength has reached."

Mr. Hodder smiled slightly, raised his glass and took a sip of vodka, "This is the source of interest, Brown. When we are curious about something, we will have self-motivation, and we will be willing to do it even if the salary is not high. .”

Brown nodded, agreeing with Mr. Hodder. He has been following Mr. Hodder and has long been accustomed to the wealthy businessman's way of thinking.

He knew that Mr. Hodder maintained a keen interest in many things, which was one of the reasons for his success.

"Curly doesn't seem to be using any skills, just pure strength." Brown continued, "But that doesn't mean he's not strong enough. Sometimes, the simplest methods are often the most effective."

Mr. Hodder nodded in agreement, "Yes, Brown. I remember you once said that the most powerful weapon is not a sword or a gun, but the human heart. As long as we have enough determination and courage, we can defeat anything. difficulty."

While the two were talking, Curly hit one of the Harry brothers hard, and the other fell to the ground. The audience burst into warm applause and cheers.

"Curly! Curly! Curly!" The audience chanted his name, as if he had become their hero.

Brown couldn't help but sigh: "Curly's power is indeed amazing, but what I admire even more is his courage and determination. Faced with such a powerful opponent, he never flinched and moved forward bravely."

Mr. Hodder smiled and raised his glass, "Cheers to Curly's victory!"

Brown also raised his glass and clinked it with Mr. Hodder, "Cheers to Curly's victory!"

The two drank the vodka amid cheers, feeling the burning sensation of the strong drink in their stomachs.

At this moment, they seemed to have become a part of this battle, sharing the joy of victory with Curly Hair.

In the dance hall, Mr. Hodder was sitting on a luxurious sofa, holding a goblet filled with vodka in his hand. He stared intently at the fight on the dance floor, with a hint of excitement and curiosity on his face.

"It seems we have something to watch this time." Mr. Hodder said to Brown beside him, "Did you notice the way Curly punched? His fists are as hard as iron."

Brown nodded and stared at the three fighting men intently, "Yes, sir. I noticed it too. His muscles are very developed, and his bone density seems to be higher than that of ordinary people."

Mr. Hodder smiled contemptuously, "The Harry brothers are not enough. Although they are also thugs, they are completely different from Curly Hair."

Brown said nothing, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes. He knew that Mr. Hodder valued Curly's strength very much, but now was not the time.

He needs to wait until Curly is done fighting before talking to Mr. Hodder about the mission to rescue his brother Alan.

Meanwhile, the fight on the dance floor has reached a fever pitch.

Each of Curly's punches made one of the Harry brothers groan in pain. The arrogance was gone from their faces, replaced by expressions of pain and fear.

"We lost." One of the Harry brothers said painfully, "This man is too strong."

The other person nodded, "We shouldn't underestimate him. What should we do now?"

At this moment, a figure rushed out from the crowd. This was a man wearing a military green combat uniform. He was holding a pistol and pointed it at Curly Hair.

"Stop!" he shouted, "or I'll shoot!"

The whole place fell silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on this man. But Curly Hair did not stop attacking, he continued to launch fierce attacks on the Harry brothers.

"Stop!" the security guard wearing a military green combat uniform shouted, "Don't make me shoot!"

However, Curly didn't stop. He punched one of the Harry brothers, knocking him to the ground. The audience once again burst into warm applause and cheers.

"Curly! Curly! Curly!"

The security guard wearing a military green combat uniform frowned, but did not actually fire. He knew that everyone present was immersed in the excitement of the fight, and his threats did not have much effect.

“All security, gather together!” the man yelled again, “Come and help me!”

At this time, another security guard wearing a black combat uniform rushed out of the crowd, also holding a pistol in his hand. The two of them pointed their pistols at Curly and seemed ready to shoot.

But at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed their wrists and snatched their pistols away.

It turned out that Brown took action. He stared at the two men coldly, with a strong threat in his eyes.

Brown stared closely at the two men with guns, a strong anger welling up in his heart.

He knew that any outside intervention in this fight would be unfair. This is a contest between the Curly and Harry brothers, and no one can interfere.

(End of this chapter)