Zhonghai City, inside a private room of some KTV, a bunch of guys and girls were going crazy dancing to fast-paced music, the girls dressed skimpy, caked in heavy makeup.
Among the four men, two of them were the Ancient Martial Artists Qian Beijing and Ascetic Monk, and the other two were the little punks they had just taken in.
Right now they were wanted by the police and it wasn't convenient for them to move around, so they'd temporarily changed tactics, deciding to recruit underlings and have them do the dirty work.
"Xiao Wu, Xiao Qiang, how are these chicks?"
While dancing, Ascetic Monk was smacking the girl beside him as he asked with a squinty grin.
"Hot as hell." The two young men called Xiao Wu and Xiao Qiang were in their early twenties, both with buzz cuts—one had a big blue Big Tiger tattooed on his chest, the other had an Azure Dragon coiled around his arm—one look and you knew they were street thugs.
"Tonight you can take them with you."
