My Realistic Adult Game
Chapter 67 - 39: Conflict 2

Chapter 67: Chapter 39: Conflict 2

God, you asked me to pretend to be a couple with Sofia, and now you want me to pick up your wife?

Johnny, you’re a good man!

But I don’t sympathize with you, because you’re a cruel guy, and I won’t forgive you for what you did to Eddy’s family.

If it weren’t for your stupidity and ambition, Eddy wouldn’t be dead.

"OK!" I agreed to Amy’s request.

The meal was great, Sofia was delicious, and so was Amy.

These two women were previously out of my reach, status, wealth, they were unattainable.

And now, they are willing to suck my dick.

After dinner, I left Johnny’s house, without going home to change clothes, Sofia directly brought me to the club.

It’s 6 PM now, still some time before the peak crowd.

The bald guy at the entrance saw me and waved.

"I’m not at the club tonight, it’s up to you." Sofia had her driver leave.

Seeing me getting closer, the bald guy smiled happily, "Does the boss really have something with you? She wants to date you? Man, a woman like Sofia is beyond my dreams, is she great?"

"Fack. What are you talking about?"

"Amir said it, Sofia wants to date you, even Johnny knows, oh my god, is she into you?"

"Shut up!" I walked into the club feeling annoyed.

The waiters were organizing the bar, preparing drinks and snacks.

The cashier was calculating the cash reserves.

A portion of the dancers had arrived, and they were backstage doing makeup.

Besides them, the club had a group of girls, dressed very provocatively, their job was to accompany, drink, have fun, you could call them party girls, yacht girls, or hostesses!

Although intercourse was prohibited, many hostesses would get involved with clients in VIP rooms.

Sofia didn’t punish them, after all, this is their way of living.

My job was to manage the scene, as some drunks would cause trouble.

Also, no other gangs were allowed to sell drugs here.

Sofia didn’t need the club as a distribution network, although it was better here than anywhere outside, what she wanted was peace, smoothness, her business was money laundering. Laundering money for gangs or other organizations, taking a 30% commission each time, it was a long-term stable business.

The risk was also very low.

The club’s first-floor hall lights were on, very bright.

The waiters had changed into bunny girl uniforms, sexy plus sweet, which was also an attraction for PINK.

The dance floor was for dancing, and each corner had a narrow glass room, just enough for two people, it was for those crazy young people.

Behind the DJ were three steel poles, where the shows happened!

I preferred the second floor because it was quiet, as a young man, I felt a bit weary.

Some men were seated in booths on the first floor, all wearing uniform black T-shirts.

Three of them stood up when they saw me.

"Kenny!" they greeted me.

"Kenny? Haven’t seen you for a while? You’re a manager now?" an antagonistic voice hit my eardrum.

Sitting in the booth was a tall man, Latino, with a buzz cut. His arms were covered in tattoos, and he turned back to look at me holding a wine glass.

This was Johnny’s trusted aide, Mars, the Roman god of war in Latin.

Also Johnny’s enforcer, gunman, managing the club.

This position of mine was his, although Mars had no power in PINK either, his job was selling marijuana in the club. The amount sold here in one day was more than I could sell in a week by the seaside.

They were the most profitable team among Johnny’s four small groups.

"Long time no see." I walked over in my suit.

"Looks like the boss really likes you, heard that bitch Sofia likes you too? Haha! Should I congratulate you? Did you lick her toes? Made you manager? So, which slut did you please for a promotion?"

Mars looked at me provocatively, drinking, with his feet on the coffee table, he had a crying clown tattoo on his arm, three tears flowing, one tear representing a person he killed.

This was a dangerous guy, now, I’ve taken his position, cut off his business, severed his income, he probably wanted to kill me very much.

"Shut up, this is not something you should be discussing." I said coldly.

The six gang members around us watched tensely.

A smell of gunpowder filled the hall.

"What did you say?" Mars stood up, about the same height as me, but more muscular, worked out often, left mouth corner with a 2-centimeter knife scar.

I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, looked up at his angry face, "I said mind your mouth."

"Are you looking for death?" Mars approached me.

"BOSS!" Mars’s underling stood up, reminding him this was the club.

The other three looked at me awkwardly, not knowing what to do, Mars was their leader, also their team leader, watching him have a conflict with me, not knowing whom to help.

These guys were bailed out by Johnny from the custody room, hadn’t experienced the war with the Costa Rican people, held no fear for me.

"Alright, this is a club, I don’t want to cause trouble. Kenny, remember, I’m not your subordinate, you don’t have the right to order me, my boss is Johnny."

Mars sat down and continued drinking.

I knew Johnny feared I’d shake his position and had started acting, but I didn’t expect he’d set up his men so well, Mars was the piece he placed beside me.

I couldn’t let him operate.