180 Hand-to-hand fighting (1/2)

Behind him is a row of luxurious half-compartment, but now it's dark inside!

I flash over quickly, picking up a chair and then waving hard at the same time.

Bang!

A strong drum blocks the sound I have made! With a collective cheer from the audience, the stripper takes off the last hint of her body: her underwear!

The audience begin to scream. The dancer is twisting with her bare body around the steel pipe. At this moment, the lights on the stage are directly focusing at her naked body! And beneath the stage, a mass of bobbing heads.

The chair in my hand waving past besides making a noise. I vaguely hear a small sound of ”bah”!

I know, that's the sound of a pistol with a muffler! The man inside was hit by the chair and the shot missed! The bullet hit the ceiling and smashed a chandelier bulb! But in the midst of all the noise, the sound was not noticed!

Then I've pounced in! My hands pinch his neck. But he's so strong and quick to respond that he immediately pinches my wrist and tring to break me off. I immediately press him with my upper body. I can feel his elbow against my ribs and then hits me hard...

I gasp in pain, and then my thumbs are crushing his throat hardly.

In the darkness, we are all very tacit and do not make any violent sound. I clearly feel that he's quite good at fight He can even bend his knees in such a difficult position and push me away with the strength of his legs!

I'm pushed aside and fall on the sofa. It's darker here than outside, and almost all the light is blocked by a curtain. I can only vaguely see the man opposite is a big fellow! After he overturns me, he does not immediately rush at me, but first goes to pick up the gun that fell on the ground! I immediately lift my foot and kick the gun away again, while flying the other foot and hit him on the face. The man grunts and falling backwards.

I put one hand on his neck and the other on his chest. I feel a little wet on the back of my hand. I realize it's his blood! Then I squeeze my hand hard. He's still struggling, but he's much weaker after been heavy puched. As I'm pinching his throat, he slowly begins to not able to struggle with lack of oxygen.

It all happens in just a few seconds! By the time I finally subdue him, Silo has rushed in from the other side. He sees that I have pressed on the man and makes a safe gesture to me.

I breathe a sigh of relief. This fellow has no companions!

It's still noisy outside. Silo comes up and holds him down with me. Then I give him a sign. He immediately understands, stoops down and begins to untie his shoelaces.

I tie the guy's wrist with Silo's shoelaces and hard hit him behind his neck, knocking him unconscious.

”Do you have towels?” I gasp for a few moments. But I know right away that I have asked an amateur question. Why does a man take towels? I simply pick up the mattress on the next sofa and wipe the bloodstains on my hands. Silo raises the corner of the curtain nervously and looking out.

Fortunately, no one has noticed yet! I don't want to get into trouble. Now the question is, how do we take this guy back to the room?

I take out my mobile phone carefully, look at the man's face by the light of the mobile phone, wipe the blood stains on his face, then take off my coat to cover his wrist, and half hold half carry him out. Silo grops on the ground and picks up the man's gun and hides it in his waist.

Silo and I each grab one of his arm out. As we pass the stage, we don't attract anybody's attention.

All the audience's attentions are attracted by two strippers on the stage. They are obviously twin sisters, look alike and are petite and well-proportioned. They are twisting together naked, doing some very seductive movements.

Silo and I go to the back door carrying that man. The waiter at the door looks at us and says, ”Can I help you? Sir?”

I shake my head lightly: ”My friend has drunk too much, I help him back.”

The waiter does not have any doubt it and watching us out of the door.

The nightclub has two doors, one leading to the hall. I'm afraid to bring a comatose person to attract attention, so I'm going through another back door! This door goes directly through the corridor to the outside deck.

When I go out, I see Ponytail is waiting at the door. He and Tiger are waiting at the two doors, respectively, for the purpose of guarding the outside.

Ponytail is smoking against the railing. When he sees we are carrying a man to come out, he throws the cigarette butt into the sea at once, and then coming over in a pretence of inadvertence. I make a look at him and he immediately realize. Then he walks past us and heading to the nightclub.