Chapter 28: What Kind of Man Are You!
Half an hour had gone by, and the expected chaos still hadn't erupted.
Dennis suddenly stood up. He had just taken a step forward when he felt something was off.
The Blue Bar was the hottest spot in Empire City, known for its electrifying bands and stage performances.
Even with soundproofing, you could still feel the floor shake from the sound waves while sitting in a private room.
But now, the vibrations and the buzzing in his ears seemed to have disappeared. Everything inside and out was eerily quiet, like the whole world had turned into a silent wasteland.
A sudden sense of panic gripped Dennis. He quickly stepped forward and opened the door.
The scene before him made his pupils contract sharply.
The colorful disco ball was still spinning, but the loud music had stopped.
Under the multicolored lights, the bar's hall and booths were still packed with people.
But at this moment, everyone seemed to be playing a game of freeze tag.
People in the booths sat stiffly on the couches, not daring to move an inch.
On the dance floor, people were either crouching or kneeling, with their hands raised behind their heads.
About a dozen men stood tall, all dressed in black, carrying guns and patrolling the area. Each of their right index fingers was on the trigger, ready to fire at the slightest sign of disobedience.
The vast hall was dead silent, not even a whisper of breath could be heard.
Dennis's face turned pale.
He glanced towards the bar's entrance as if he'd seen a ghost. In the next moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall figure slowly walked in.
Dennis already knew who it was, but he still held a sliver of hope in his heart.
His eyes fixed on the shadowy distance, watching as the figure came closer and closer.
When the light swept over again, he finally saw Frederick's dark, grim face. Dennis instinctively took a step back, "Uncle Frederick..."
He wanted to say that Rebecca had already left, that he hadn't laid a finger on her.
He also wanted to say that he wouldn't bother her anymore.
But facing Frederick's ominous gaze, it seemed like he already knew everything.
Dennis's heart sank heavily.
In the blink of an eye, Frederick had reached the door of the private room.
With a wave of his hand, the two bodyguards following him automatically retreated to a distance.
As Frederick stepped into the room, he seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped.
He rolled up the left sleeve of his jacket, leisurely unbuttoned the cuff, and took off his watch, gently placing it on the white towel of the small cart by the door.
Seeing his actions, Dennis snapped his head up, his expression terrified as he looked at Frederick walking in.
Everyone in Empire City's elite circles knew Frederick's ruthless methods.
In business, he either didn't make a move, or if he did, it was with overwhelming force.
Everyone said that Frederick appeared gentle and refined but was actually deeply calculating and unfathomable.
But Dennis knew that his Uncle Frederick's combat skills were even more unfathomable than his mind.
He just never had to use them.
And now, he was going to use them on him?
All for Rebecca?
"Uncle Frederick... it wasn't me!"
Cornered, Dennis backed up against the wall, desperately trying to explain, "That drink, it was brought by the bar staff. I drank it too, I..."
It seemed mentioning the drink made things worse. Before Dennis could finish his sentence, Frederick grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
"Dennis!"
Frederick's expression was icy, "When she was your fiancée, you couldn't protect her! Now that she's left you, you still want to disgust her... what kind of man are you!"
The grip on his collar seemed to cut off all his breathing. In an instant, Dennis's face turned pale and blue.
His toes barely touched the ground, and he seemed to have no strength left to struggle. Dennis's vision started to go black.
The moment Frederick let go, Dennis instinctively took a deep breath.
A heavy punch landed on his left cheek.