Nightclub

@kim taehyung @has been claimed for your gang

@mark lee //noooo it's really good!!//

@mark lee // sheeshbby you couldhave take your time <333
ButIloveyou nonetheless :*** *glomps you*

@mark lee // continuing

Perhaps he would mention that he was rather bare downstairs, but that was all. There was a reason why it was a taboo topic even for himself and he did not want to show Mark. Then, something exceedingly strange happened. His vision began to blur, his mind fogging over. Very rapidly strength was escaping his body, along with the self-control he had had. Tears spilled down his cheeks and his voice had become nothing but a quivering little whimper, but he couldn't care about that now. Grasping Mark's hands, somehow afraid he wouldn't get the boy's attention unless he did so, he spoke to him as best he could. "Drugs... Is it only me...?" He was having trouble breathing. "Guards... Call the guards...", the cross-dresser pressed out with an urgency that sounded foreign even to his own ears. "Don't go... You might... Too..." Minpha lashes fluttered dangerously, his hands still clutching Mark's. A thin trickle of blood spilled out of the corner of his lips, forming a striking contrast with his complexion. He lost consciousness.

@mark lee // What I write in brackets is also IC, you can think of it as an interjection

Aaaw. Minpha was starting to feel bad. He'd completely killed Mark's spirit, it seemed. Perhaps he had been a little hard on the kid. Oh well, Mark would soon learn what he could and couldn't do. Minpha didn't plan on giving a pep talk on pushing limits and whatnot. This was all a part of growing up. Hehe.

The Japanese reached up with one hand, stretching his arm out to examine his manicure. His pink lips pursed into a small pout, his brows furrowing at the second question. He didn't really know the answer to that either. He had asked his parent's of course, but he wasn't sure he could believe what they said. "I don't know.", he stated simply. "Well, my brother had me kidnapped rather abruptly. There were no signs that he planned to do so, he himself probably didn't know before it happened." Minpha chuckled softly, grimly. After some silence... "He's a bastard.", the pink-haired male cursed suddenly, irritation flaming up inside him once more. Feeling agitated and restless he sprang to his (bare) feet, stomping towards the bar before changing his mind and rushing towards Mark. He let himself fall onto the couch right beside the younger, turned towards him. "Isn't he?!", he asked, staring holes into the poor kid. He was leaning in, completely invading any privacy Mark had left, one hand on the male's thigh to support him. "I mean who does that?? Sell his brother! What a bastard! I suffered so much, just because he's a stupid brat who doesn't think!" And so the cross-dresser rambled on and on, every now and then demanding confirmation from Mark. "Just because I broke his figurines!! Can you believe it?! Figurines!", he called out exasperatedly and threw his arms dramatically into the air. Peeved at Mark's uptight reactions, he brought one hand down and harshly slapped his leg. "Oh loosen up! I won't kill you!", he snapped, glaring, before he continued his rant. "You know what father said when I met him a few months ago? 'You've done well.' What an ! I bet he didn't get me out of here cause he thought I'd "man up" or something. He's always been like this, almost killing us for the sake of personal development." Minpha was slightly exaggerating, but whatever. "You know, he always disliked how I dress. (Mom liked it though... Uehehhe... She is much nicer!) He thinks I'm too girly. But you know what? I'm a better shot than my elder brother, who might dress like a guy, but he's a ing creep. He is SUCH a lolicon, you cannot believe!! I had to lock my room when I went to bed, which never really worked cause we have sliding doors. (Traditional housing, you know? Ah... Maybe you don't. There's none of that in THIS dump.) In contrast to Kaoru, who likes to be fawned over, I do not. It's disgusting. Ah! Right! Kaoru, my little brother, is waay more girly than me, yet dad never bothered him about it. Only me! Kaoru is completely useless, you know? He's too shy to do anything, but at the same time wants to screw anything that looks decent." Minpha groaned, as if the fact was tiresome for him. "If I had his drive... How nice would it be. I used to, you know? (Ah, right, of course you do. Haha.) Now that I lost all of my s, I don't have the hormones to enjoy se-... Terrible experience. Absolutely terrible. Without even anaesthesia, although I fainted many, many times in the process." In the midst of his mindless and very refreshing babble, he had somehow touched upon the topic he was most sensitive about. He was very surprised at himself for even bringing this up, even as the words came out he began to look insecure, fidgety and in general uncomfortable. This was the reason his closest subordinates called him 'unstable'. His eyes had turned moist and were darting about the room wildly, as if he didn't know where to look. The pink-haired male withdrew from Mark, his slender legs crossed awkwardly. His lips quivered, until he bit down on them to keep them still. Silence.

Silence. Trembling fingers that dug into his clothing. It had truly been terrible. So terrible. So painful. Sometimes he woke up at night, writhing in agony as if it was happening again. Minpha wanted to open his mouth, demand that Mark ask his final question, but he didn't out of fear for what sounds might escape him. There he sat, his arrogant, domineering behaviour close to eradicated. Just barely, he was holding himself together, protecting the last shred of pride he had. He refused to succumb to the triggered fear that was tormenting his small body. He didn't talk about 'that'. Ever.

@mark lee Minpha smirked at how submissive the teen had become, laughing quietly as he thought how frightened Mark must have been. The Japanese had been familiar with guns and bullets from childhood on. As the son of hated and feared man (and woman, for that matter), getting kidnapped or shot at had not been unfamiliar. Of course he didn't like a barrel in his face, but warning shots? Minpha used them casually as a tool.

The pink-haired male did not wear his shoes, instead curling up on the couch once more. The boy's question did not come as a surprise, but he still took a moment to ponder how to summarize the past 3 years. He didn't sit still for long, stretching out so that he lay stomach-down on the couch, his chin propped up on his dainty hands as he peered at where Mark sat. He wasn't looking at him, just in the general direction. His lips were puckered slightly so that it looked like he were pouting, his legs leisurely swinging to and fro. After a minute or two of silence, he broke out into an almost cheeky smile and grinned at the boy. "I got into a spot of trouble, ran away and after hiding for a couple months, killed the boss. I planted the next head and pretended to be his younger brother, or sister, whatever. Buuuuuut... Somehow or another my stand-in boss died, so I had to officially take his place. Here I am now, dealing with the opposition." Minpha smiled his very particular smile that looked innocent, but made one feel uncomfortable the closer one looked. Hmm... Was that too vague?, He thought to himself. "I was just messing around basically, doing whatever I want and trying to make sense of the lack of structure in 'The Black Hand'.", He added after a moment. "I want to make it more like my dad's clan - he's yakuza (oh, that friend I mentioned? My brother) - but that doesn't work that well when our 'specialty' is so dishonourable." The Japanese let out a bright laugh, clearly quite amused by the terrible things his crime syndicate was doing. It hadn't gotten any friendlier since he'd taken over 3 years ago. Rather, their targets had gotten younger and their fates crueler. To be frank, Mark, who wasn't merchandise to be permanently sold - not yet, at least - was one of the lucky ones. "Next questionnn~", he cooed and rolled onto his back.

@mark lee Minpha's lips curled up into a smirk as the by, seemingly scared out of his wits, stuttered his reply. He didn't insist on people fearing him, that wasn't his , but he had to admit that it felt quite refreshing. After too long a time of having to grovel before a master, the satisfaction of completely ruling over a situation was even stronger than when he'd just been the young master of the yakuza clan. It made him want to scare Mark a little more... but the Japanese managed to reign in his sadism. Humming in content, obviously pleased with the boy's reaction, the small, pink-haired male smiled brightly and took a sip of his drink. Batting his lashes innocently, it was like nothing had just happened. a droplet of liquid off of his upper lip, Minpha held his drink in one hand and let himself fall back into the armchair. "You know what, Mark? I think you are a bit behind when it comes to knowledge about me..." The mafia boss chuckled to himself, his eyes flashing in amusement. "Ask me three questions, I'll make sure to answer them as best I can." This encounter had become a game to the Japanese. He was the cat, and Mark was the mouse. "Oh, and fetch me my shoes while you're at it." Minpha smiled and looked at the boy, the e, a part of his merchandise, expectantly. Hehe. He didn't mind scaring the kid. Mark was old enough to deal with it.

@mark lee Minpha smirked, watching the teenager in amusement as he did his best to find a reason as to why Minpha had no choice other than to do what he planned to do. It was a bit cute. It was painfully obvious that Mark had only been exposed to a very restricted side of himself. Three years ago, Mark had been but a snot-nosed kid and Minpha had been busy staying inconspicuous, while he plotted the demise of his beloved 'master'. Mark knew nothing of what he was like when he didn't have to play nice. Perhaps he should introduce himself to the boy once again, the pink-haired male thought and brought his hands up above his head, stretching leisurely. This little charade had been fun, and relaxing, but it was time to end it.

Minpha's brow twitched in irritation when Mark said to inform him when the auction took place. Ah... Oh dear. Now he'd done it. If there was anything Minpha hated more than his hair getting messed up, it was being told what to do, and, being treated as an equal by someone beneeth him. Don't get me wrong, the Japanese did quite like the teenager, but he didn't like how he'd just been treated even more. It seems he would have to teach the kid a lesson.

Humming softly, a mean look in his eyes, he reached under the skirt of his kimono and pulled out a loaded gun. Very slowly, he brushed his lacquered fingertips along the barrel of the walther, admiring how the metal glinted. Then, without any warning, a shot was fired. Immediately the guards waiting outside stormed into the room, armed to the teeth and ready to make swiss cheese out of anyone who dared shoot at Minpha. Upon seeing a gun in their boss' hand and a bullethole only millimeters from a kid's head, they silently retreated. It was only Minpha, and Mark again. "I like you, Mark. I really do. Be careful how you talk to me, or I might not miss next time." Was his reaction over the top? Yes, but the Japanese was originally a very violent creature. It was time for Mark to realize that the Minpha from three years ago was just him taking a 'holiday' from his actual personality, until he could assume a position that suited the son of a yakuza boss better. The small, pink-haired male cracked a smile and put his gun away. "I'm a bit sensitive. I /really/ don't like being told what to do.", he spoke softly, sweetly and gazed at Mark.

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@mark lee / lol he's still a baby XD //

Minpha laughed, throwing his head back. At times like this he really felt that Mark was still just a boy. "Remember this well, Mark: You can stick as many stickers on yourself, saying you're the boss now. Nobody is going to acknowledge you with just that.", he smirked. "Do you listen to your boss...?" He was referring to Mark's direct superior, not himself. "You don't. If you did, you wouldn't have handled out more favourable conditions for yourself. Unless people realize that it's beneficial to follow me, they won't. Especially not in Shangri-La." He pursed his lips slightly, leaning back into the armchair. Minpha didn't react to the other assuring he would keep quiet, he didn't see the need to, instead wondering to what extent he could tell Mark about his plans. He wasn't the type to feel the need to announce every single of his decisions, but he didn't want to make the boy feel like a stranger either. "Well... there are only a few groups left who haven't settled down. I've arranged for their heads to be cut off.", he smiled at how bloodthirsty that sounded, as if he was going to host a bloody wedding or something. "You'll see what I mean at the next auction, if you choose to attend." Now it really sounded like a bloody wedding. He chuckled to himself, his eyes focused on Mark's expression, curious to see how the boy would react.

@mark lee // oops my bad, thought he was 15 for some reason \o/ 8 yrs younger then.. eek, he's a baby uehhe //

Just a little bit more. Just a little bit.', Minpha thought to himself secretly, to his dismay pleasantly surprised that the now slightly damp hand hadn't left his knee yet. How pathetic. .... He'd be pathetic a little longer, while he was already at it. His small heart was beating nervously, his moment of weakness greatly unsettling him. The pink-haired male bit down on the inside of his cheek. No. This was crossing the line. He couldn't be like this. What was he thinking?! "Wait.", as usual, his instructions were brief. The Japanese hastily stood up, not bothering to find and wear his scattered shoes, his pale, bare feet touching the polished marble floor. Needing an excuse for his sudden movement, Minpha walked to the counter, tracing it's edge with his fingertips as he stepped around and searched for something non-alcoholic for himself. He didn't hold his liquor that well. Looking up, he flashed Mark and silent smile and unscrewed a bottle of uncarbonated water, bringing it to his lips. Why was he so thirsty? After taking several large gulps, he set the bottle down and dabbed at the corners of his lips to remove any droplets that still clung to the soft, painted skin. The petite male had a shadow of a smile on his lips, but he was peering downwards, as if a reminisced thought had amused him. Eyes flashing, he grabbed the bottle and sat down near Mark once more. However this time, he was on an armchair next to the sofa and not next to the kid. He flicked his long hair over his shoulder as he crossed his legs, smirking. "Things were tough, I'll be honest. Things were going okay until I revealed myself as the actual head. Now everything is a mess again." Minpha groaned slightly dramatically to emphasize his annoyance with the current situation. As always, his response included no personal information. Minpha was Minpha once more. "It'll be better soon though.", a naughty smirk, almost cheeky, danced on his lips, his eyes flashing as if he was hinting at something. Then, after letting silence linger for a second, he continued in a more casual tone: "Our conversations are confidential by the way. I'll assume you were a rat if any of this gets out." The Japanese smiled his scary smile, the one that looked so friendly it completely did not suit him. He re-crossed his legs, wriggling his toes a little. During the time he'd known Mark, he had been fairly content... He had accepted his situation after a month, whereafter he had started to plot his claim to freedom. Being 'property' had had it's perks, but Minpha was the son of a major yakuza clan. It totally didn't suit him. Living like a push-over had been relaxing, and terrible. It had certainly taught him a thing or two about the dangerous of submitting. He had the scars to prove it.

@mark lee Actually, Minpha had lied a little. He didn't want to tell Mark too much. The Japanese sniggered, laughing at the irony as the seemingly lost boy agreed that befriending the son of the yakuza was not the best thing to do. He didn't get offended at the others words. Instead, he smiled and leaned back against the couch, gazing at Mark affectionately as he spoke. He hummed softly in agreement, feeling weirdly calm. He watched the other get himself his own drink. The cross-dresser was slightly surprised, his brows twitching slightly, perhaps because he had never seen him drink before. Then again, even 'The Black Hand' wouldn't let an 11-year old drink. Unless their patrons wanted it. For a moment, he wondered if he should stop Mark.. but what was the use. This clearly wasn't the first time the boy tasted alcohol. It felt strange being comforted by someone 7 years younger than himself. That was 4 years younger than his little brother. How mature Mark was.. his brother seemed like a baby in comparison. Minpha refused the others pity, he didn't need it, but he let the boy caress his bony knee. "Don't be..", he spoke softly, "Good, as well as bad things came from it." The pink-haired male smiled. Secretly, he wondered how Mark would react to the true story. Should he tell him? ...No... maybe later.

The Japanese's back was starting to ache, he wanted to shift his position slightly, but that would make the others warm hand slip off of his leg. He kept deathly still, afraid that even a small movement would make the younger retreat. Minpha accepted his own neediness for comfort. In the past, he had satisfied himself with , or even ion if necessary. A large drive ran in his family, it was the normal thing for him to do. That was the Minpha, that Mark had known too. Ever since he was forcefully castrated, however, he lost that. . All the desire.. all the lust... gone. Along with the satisfaction, so Minpha kept himself busy playing boss. There was no 'input' for physical affection any longer and his personality didn't allow for any other form of affection. The pink-haired male had a lot of invisible walls surrounding him, he wasn't normally this open. While he still didn't mind too much, he would let Mark touch him.

@mark lee Minpha never talked about his private life. To no one. He just wasn't the type... it made him feel uncomfortable. Heck, he was feeling uncomfortable right now. He knew he would regret telling Mark this later, but oh well.

"So..", he started slowly, humming to himself, as if he was trying to remember. "To summarize, I have a spoilt brat of a friend, who happens to be the precious youngest son of a yakuza clan which is active in the area of Japan I lived in. We ended up fighting and I rubbed him where it hurts. So guess what he did.. he had me kidnapped and sold me to some random person. That random person happened to be the head of 'The Black Hand', of course, my 'uncle'.", Minpha laughed, although in the midst of his chuckles he suddenly looked very confused, as if he couldn't decide whether to be amused or angry. "Anyways, so I sent him a letter to apologize and also cursed at him for doing something so ridiculous. Guess what he wrote back, I still remember exactly what the letter said: 'I'm sorry too.. it looks like I can't get you back. Woops. Have fun? I'm sure you'll be fine.' " This time, the Japanese really started laughing, even his eyes displayed his complete and utter amusement. As the years passed by, he had learned to laugh about this event. It was totally not laughable when he had actually received that doom-sealing letter.

@mark lee Minpha smiled oh-so-slightly as the younger twirled, his eyes shamelessly raking across the others body. Hm. He still knew how to act cute. ..... He was behaving like an old grandma staring at her grandson. He wasn't Mark's mom, the Japanese silently scolded himself and reminded himself that he needn't take their relationship so seriously. While he certainly was older than Mark, he wasn't /that/ much older. The cross-dresser didn't comment, simply pursing his lips as he his heels, his long pink hair fluttering behind him as he walked to a padded sofa. Needless to say, he expected the other to follow. "Bring my drink.", he reminded softly once he'd sat down and crossed his legs, sharp eyes continuously watching Mark like a hawk, catching each small movement he made. Finally, after much inner rumination, he allowed himself to get a more comfortable. He uncrossed his legs only to kick away his heels and curl up on the couch. Wrapping his hands around his knees, this was also how he used to sit years back when he'd been meeting up with Mark several times a week.

After waiting for Mark to take a seat beside him, Minpha took the glass of Kahlua from him. Looking at the other like this, he suddenly felt the urge to share a cute story with him and let the boy get to know him a little better. He'd never told Mark how he'd ended up in Shangri-La after all. "You don't know how I ended up being bought by the former head of 'The Black Hand', right? Would you like to know?" His lips curled up into half a smile, half a smirk as he asked, a hint of mischievousness in his voice. "I just suddenly thought about it." Well, it wasn't so sudden. He had just received news that the perpetrator of his moving to Shangri-La had just arrived in the city, it was no wonder that the topic was on his mind.

@mark lee Now that the other mentioned it.. he had grown significantly taller and Minpha couldn't help but feel annoyed by that. Little . He used to be smaller than the cross-dresser, now even with his heels on... the sense of seniority was getting messed up. "Tall and hot my .", he scoffed, but behind his ridiculing gaze was a warm glint that revealed the affection he held for Mark. His gaze turned cold a second later. "Hah? Friend? Since when was I your friend, little Mark? I was your teacher, and now I am your boss. Don't forget that." The Japanese did not want to be like this.. but it was necessary. He quite liked how Mark's personality had changed. Confidence was good, and a mischievous touch of cheekiness was quite attractive. Minpha completely understood why the younger had become so ridiculously popular. However, they could never be equals.

Finally, he let go of the others poor jaw and hastily took another sip of his drink before slipping off the bar stool and beckoning the younger to step out from behind the counter. "Stand here. Let me take a look at you." Much like 3 years ago, Minpha still had his bossy tone, but it had lost the sense of playfulness it used to have. He had become more serious and more.. 'mature' one could say. That... incident... with his former master, the deceased head of 'The Black Hand', had changed his perspective on how he wanted to live his life. For an aual, perhaps suffering such a mutilation would not be of very big significance, but Minpha had been working in the field even before being brought to Shangri-La. and physical desire played, had played, an important part in his life. Minpha blamed himself for what had happened. If he hadn't accepted living under the control of someone else, if he had not naively trusted everything to work out fine, he would still be a whole person. Everything was more difficult now, but at least he had moved far up the food chain

Equals or not, Minpha had a soft spot for Mark that would remain, as long as the younger did not hinder his ambitions. As long as he could help it, he was going to make sure that the other lived an adequately content life.

To be honest, most of Minpha's prickly behaviour right now was due to him being unsure how to act. He had treated the 11-year old affectionately, but still like a child labourer who had to fulfil his duties. Although he should have expected it, the extent of Mark's mental and physical development had shocked him. The pink-haired teen (?) felt like he needed to keep a tighter leash on him, like behaving how he had used to towards the other would be inappropriate.

@mark lee Minpha didn't say another word to the young-looking bartender and silently took his drink as he waited for Mark to arrive. Obviously, the bartender wasn't Mark. At least that is what he thought, until the teenager asked those two questions. The cross-dresser, who had been facing the door and (im)patiently waiting for the other 'to arrive' almost spat out his drink. It was obvious what those two innocent questions implied. This teen was Mark. Little, 11-year old Mark. What??!! Coughing and hacking he finally managed to get some rogue droplets of Kahlua out of his airpipe and whipped his head around to stare at-- Mark. Narrowing his eyes into slits, he examined the teen with an intensity that he could be mistaken for a piercing glare. He had leaned forward and reached over the counter with one hand, grabbing the bartender's face to keep the other looking at him. Minpha wasn't treating the other particularly gently, but he had never had a delicate touch in the first place... "The ." The first words he spoke to the little kid he had known and taught were curses. It really was Mark and he wasn't sure how he felt about totally not recognizing the kid. 3 years or not, he had been confident that he would recognize the younger.....

// short, sowwy //

@mark lee // It's all good!! I really like your post huhu

@mark lee // adding //

And.. how would he react to seeing Minpha, who had seemed to barely age a day? He certainly hadn't grown, that was for sure.

@mark lee A shot was fired. Screams were heard, and the sound of someone chewing gum. Minpha put his gun back in his holster and stepped over the shrieking doorman and into the club. The only thing that was missing was a hairflip and it would have been a perfect picture. Behind him, his bodyguards dragged the (still) shrieking doorman away, laughing at his overreaction. He was shot in the foot. He should count his lucky stars that their trigger-happy boss hadn't rearranged his face with a shower of foots for asking him for his ID. Such a scene was not too shocking in a city like Shangri-La, but it seemed the residents here liked to pretend to be surprised each time they saw something 'fun'. Minpha just scoffed at their pathetic behaviour and made his way up the winding stairs. There were guards here too, but they were smart enough to just let him through. To be frank, the cross-dresser didn't enjoy cruelty - maybe a little bit - but he thought he gave people enough of a chance to recognize him. Ever since making his position in 'The Black Hand' public and removing the proxy, he had worn the same style of clothing every. ing. day. Patent leather stilettos, white socks and kimono that was incredibly authentic, except for the fact that it just barely covered his . It had been his work clothing back in Japan, and at least he thought it was pretty memorable. Then again, what could one expect from the people in Shangri-La. This was a pisspott where all the dumbs gathered to display their stupidity.

Finally, Minpha flipped his long bouncy pink hair and stepped into a VIP bar, the heels of his shoes going 'click clack' as he made his way across the marble floor. The place was empty, save for a rather handsome bartender. The pink-haired teen (?) flashed the man a smirk and slid onto a stool at the bar. "Kahlua.", he reminded the man, not expecting him to have been informed on what kind of drink his guest liked. Minpha had reserved the entire bar today. He had summoned a punk to join him today: Mark Lee, quite a profitable punk who had managed to elevate his status from 'slave' to 'worker'. The cross-dresser began to spin the bar stool back and forth as he reminisced. After being brought in by his "uncle" 4 years ago, he had been asked to guide a few kids in the art of giving ual pleasure. Amongst them had also been Mark, by far the most talented. Minpha dared say, that if the boy was still going strong in the bedroom, he would have surpassed his own skills by now. Then again, he was 'out' of the scene now. After what his "uncle" had done to him, he lacked any and all ual desire unless he was either drugged, or drunk and in the right mood. Minpha sipped at his drink. Haah. He never thought he would miss his balls this much.

There was no special reason as to why he had called Mark, he was just curious about the other. Did he know what Minpha had risen to become? Did he know that he had actually returned to 'The Black Hand' after vanishing for 4 months? And, what had the cute 11-year old become now? He felt himself becoming a bit giddy.. like a child. He missed him a little bit, perhaps. But Minpha knew their positions. He was already hated enough for deceiving 'The Black Hand' for 3 years. Additionally, his background, and the type of service he had offered didn't add to his popularity. If rumours spread that he was favouring the merchandise, would go down.

@bam bam Mino looked at the male who was clearly shocked, and probably rather scared. He put his gun into his belt and tried easing up the other. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He softly spoke, well-knowing how scared one could be when something like this happened to an outsider. "Sorry about this. I didn't want you to see this." He added and looked at the male.

@song minho A soft sigh left his lips Bambam was bored it had been a long time since he had, had a good amount of excitment in his life.
After a short performance on the pole Bambam walked around and scanning the crowd and tables where all his clientd sat he wondered who would make a good target for tonight. Spotting a target immediately Bambam had taken him back into a private room the usual had begin a lap dance and seduction Bambam liked to consider himself an expert on it. "Mmm~ hehehe no not yet wait~" he giggles as the man's fingers prepared to pull the boys down. The lap dance continued for a few minutes until suddenly the door was busted open Bambam gasps the tall man walked over pushing him aside in a flash everythjng happened quickly his client was died Bambam screams as he tries to make an escape attempt towards the door.

@bam bam Mino had managed to get his target in one place, even after a few weeks try on killing him, he had not yet succeeded. He had things telling him that this was his victims whereabouts, and he needed to take the hit. Getting into the nightclub, and saw younger people, older people, and he knew there were rooms around to party extra hard. Getting around and feeling his area, making sure where exits are, the cameras, the different rooms. He had everything under controle, but when he stepped into the exact room, there were one other person there. He knew it was now or never, so he pushed the dancer off him and pulled the trigger. The business man was now dead.