Chapter 223: Cut Loose
Chrono, Na, and Dud stood outside a dimly lit KTV establishment attached to a large shopping mall in Notting Hill City.
KTVs were strange places. On the surface, they were innocent, private karaoke rooms for groups to drink, sing, and relax. But not all of them were that innocent. Some provided... other forms of entertainment. Certain establishments even offered the option of selecting girls to join the guests, and some went as far as dealing illegal substances behind closed doors.
They stayed open late, just like nightclubs, and this one had that unmistakable air of shady business wrapped in neon lights.
"So, he’s gone from one hole to another," Chrono commented, scanning the signage.
"It didn’t take long to find him," Na added. "It never does. His lack of discretion and reckless spending always gets him noticed."
"Right. As soon as he gets his hands on money, he burns through it," Chrono muttered. "Anyway, let’s head inside."
Chrono wasn’t worried. This wasn’t enemy territory, no rival gang’s turf, no flags to respect. Just a sleazy venue run by civilians. That’s why he had only brought Na and Dud. But even so, surprises could always happen, and the two were more than enough backup.
Upon entering, Dud immediately grabbed the man behind the front desk, slamming his face down hard onto the counter.
As one of the staff tried to reach for the phone, Na smashed it into splinters with a single punch.
"We won’t hurt anyone," Chrono said calmly. "At least, not any more than we already have. We’re just looking for a blonde-haired gentleman, one who’s been visiting this place frequently."
"Room 112!" the man stammered, offering no resistance. He was just an employee, paid to serve drinks and manage bookings, not take beatings.