Shadow Empire

Chapter 106 I have some impression and who is Hammer

The lights in the dock management office were still on, and an unlucky guy was working overtime.

The manager told him that he had to see the document on his desk by 9:30 in the morning.

However, the manager can swear to anyone that he did not ask anyone to work overtime on their own initiative. It was all spontaneous behavior of the employees.

The reason why employees voluntarily work overtime is that they do not work hard enough during normal working hours and fail to complete the work they should do.

“Why is it that only your work cannot be completed during working hours, but others can?”

“Is this your problem or mine?”

When he said the third sentence, which was "If you have any doubts about your ability in this job, or you doubt me against you, I can transfer you to another position", the unfortunate overtime worker chose to compromise.

After all, you don't have to stay up to work overtime every day, just occasionally.

And just like what the manager said, he did not ask him to work overtime to complete it, but just told him that he hoped to see the finished document before 9:30 in the morning.

He stretched lazily. It was almost seven o'clock and there were still many workers at the dock. When he thought of these workers still working overtime, he suddenly felt less irritated.

They had to work overtime in the hot night, but he just sat in the office. He worked at least more than 99 percent of those who worked overtime.

After comforting himself in this way, it seemed that overtime was not a big deal, but instead gave him a sense of superiority.

He had finished most of the document, which would take him half an hour at most, and then he could go home.

After making himself a cup of cheap coffee, he returned to his seat and prepared to continue working on the documents in his hands.

Just as he was holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a pen in the other, with the tip of the pen on the document ready to write some numbers, thinking about alcohol and naked girls, a sudden and violent knock on the door made him shiver.

The pen tip drew a long, sharp arc on the document, and coffee spilled from the tilted cup.

Some of the warm coffee fell on his body, legs, and little brother. As a human being, the amplitude of his hand movements became larger, and he subconsciously put it on the table.

There was not only an arc that looked quite natural on the document, but also a large stain of coffee. He screamed and hurried to wipe it off, but... the ink became moistened again under the effect of the coffee, and as he wiped it off, the results of his overtime work were ruined!
He looked towards the door angrily, then strode to the door angrily and pulled it open with force. He didn't care who the person outside was or what they wanted to do, he roared loudly, "Look at what you have done?!"

But the next second, a big hand grabbed his head and pushed him into the office.

In an instant, he calmed down.

He couldn't see who was coming because the big hand blocked his vision. He tried to grab the wrist of the hand, but couldn't break free.

"Who are you?", this is the first sentence.

"Let me go!", this is the second sentence.

"Otherwise I will..." He didn't finish the third sentence as he was hit on the stomach and stopped talking.

The man then let go of his head, and only then did he feel the pain of his head being pinched.

A tall and strong man stood in front of him, and behind him was a guy who looked like an idiot, shaking his hair constantly.

"I want Hammer's file."

The unlucky guy quickly glanced at the two people's faces. There were too many people on the dock. He didn't know who the two people were, nor who Hammer was. "I don't know who Hammer you are talking about."

The burly man pulled out a dagger from his waist and stuck it into the table with a bang.

Looking at the still vibrating dagger, the unlucky guy swallowed his saliva and said, "I think I have some impression..."

Things like this happened all over the docks, where two dock workers sat on the steps by the shore, took off their shoes, put their feet in the sea, and boasted.

Suddenly someone interrupted them and asked if they knew a man named Hammer and where he was now.

Someone was eating at home, the cheapest ground beef and potatoes, when suddenly someone knocked on the door and asked if he knew where Hammer was...

There are so many workers at the dock, not everyone knows Hammer, and not everyone knows where he is.

But, there is always someone who knows.

People were reporting the current clues to Lance at the hospital entrance when Ennio suddenly ran over and said, "Someone said they saw him and his colleagues go to the Red Harbor Bar."

Lance and Allen exchanged a few words and then got in the car. The person who knew the location sat in Lance's passenger seat and showed him the way.

Four cars carrying nineteen people sped along the road. Seven or eight minutes later, the cars stopped outside the Honggang Bar.

Honggang Bar is one of the more famous bars near Pier No. 1 and has a long history. However, as more bars appeared in the port area, it lacked competitiveness and gradually fell behind.

Although it is not the hottest bar, it is definitely not the deserted one.

Four cars were parked outside the bar. The pink neon legs on the door of the bar kept shaking, and two light tubes kept flashing, giving it a shabby feeling.

The two burly men standing at the door and smoking saw the four cars stop and subconsciously turned to look at them. Lance was the first to get out of the car, looked around, and walked towards the door of the bar, followed by the others.

The sturdy man felt a little scared when he saw these people coming over, but considering that his boss would pay him the full salary every month, he took a step forward and raised his hand to block Lance's way, "Sorry, we are not receiving guests now."

"I want to find someone. I heard he is here with you."

The security guard looked at Lance and looked him up and down, "This has nothing to do with me."

Lance said patiently, "A friend of mine got beaten up, and the person who beat him up is here with you."

The security guard still looked the same, even a little impatient, "I said, this has nothing to do with me..."

The next second, a gun was pressed against his head, causing him to tilt his head slightly and raise his hands.

Just as the other security guard was about to put his hands into his arms, two more guns were pointed at him. He could only slowly pull his hands out and then raise them up.

Hiram took out all their guns and gave them to the people in the back.

The security guard standing in front of Lance seemed a little defiant. He looked at Lance as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his mind, and at the same time stated his identity, "We are from the Red Dog Gang."

Lance took the cigarette from the security guard's raised hand, then pointed the cigarette butt at the security guard's cheek and pressed it down, "So?"

The muscles on the sturdy man's face kept twitching, and his facial features became vivid. When the cigarette butt stopped making a fizzing sound, he asked, "Can I know your name, sir?"

"Lance." Lance glanced at the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground. "Can I go in and find someone now?"

The security guard met his gaze, "We are closed now, Mr. Lance. We have a ban on alcohol, you know."

"Then take me to where you are doing business." Lance looked at the other security guard, "Now there are two of you, but I only need one person to lead the way."

The expressions of the two security guards changed a little. They were both observing Lance. Perhaps after they realized that this was not a joke, the first one to speak compromised.

"I understand. Come with me."

Lance left two people here to watch, "Watch him. If he moves, just kill him."

The security guard leading the way gave his companions a helpless look, then led them around the main street and walked into the alley on the side of the road.

Nowadays, almost all underground bars are hidden in basements because they are more secluded and people generally don't come to the back of the building unless they need to pee.

But even when they need to pee, they won't run to the basement door, take a look, or smell it.

"I hope you don't cause trouble, Mr. Lance. The Red Dog Gang is not easy to mess with." The security guard thought about it and finally said this.

The cigarette scars on his face began to hurt and might form blisters tomorrow. He felt a little resentful, but also very timid.

Lance was still as calm as ever. "I just want to find someone. If you don't do anything unnecessary, I promise that nothing bad will happen today."

"But if you and your friends don't want us to have a good time today, I guarantee that your families will cry for you tomorrow."

The security guard had no choice but to walk to the basement door and knock on it.

The observation slot at the door was opened, revealing the sturdy man and the person behind him, then it closed again with a clatter, and then the door opened.

The smell of the sealed environment of the bar suddenly came out!
Alcohol, sweat, fishy smell, all kinds of weird smells mixed together, it smells terrible.

Lance looked at the dark entrance and said with a smile, "I seem to have a connection with basements!"

Except for a few people, no one knew what this meant, but the person in charge of the gate had already seen something was wrong. He glared at the security guard and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Obviously he is smarter. Most people who guard the door are smarter. They have to tell whether the person knocking on the door is a policeman, a detective, an agent, or someone coming to do a deal.

"I'm looking for a man named Hammer. Someone saw him here."

The doorman looked at Lance and the people behind him and said, "You can go and take him out, but don't do anything in the bar."

Lance smiled, "See, we have no disagreement on this!"

He motioned for Ethan and Hiram to stay and watch the two men as the others joined him in the bar.

After passing through the dark country stairs, a bustling environment appeared before them.

A girl was shaking her butt wildly on the stage, surrounded by drunkards holding wine glasses, shouting excitedly, and some even threw the coins in their hands onto the stage.

There are no seats in the entire bar, only steel pipe tables - a steel pipe connects the roof and the ground, with a circle of platform in the middle, with a diameter of only thirty to forty centimeters, which is only enough for people to place wine glasses on it.

Everyone was standing, but even though the environment was terrible, it was still very lively here!
People didn't care about the group of people who just came in. They were all chatting with the people around them. Lance squeezed to the bar, took out two dollars and put them on the bar. "Who is Hammer?"

(End of this chapter)