Landlord in the Arctic

The second Biker Gang member watched helplessly as his companion got beaten to a pulp over that very question.

He wouldn’t dare talk back now.

The object lesson was right in front of him.

He nodded frantically, his voice trembling as he said, "He-he-he’s in there. Gruus is inside, drinking. I just saw him."

"See? This is much friendlier. Why did you have to curse? Didn’t your teacher ever tell you that cursing is wrong?"

Feng Mountain sounded like he was scolding an unruly child.

He nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked toward the workshop’s main door.

Seeing this, the other veterans all raised their weapons and fell in line behind him, their formation radiating a grim, deadly aura.

Meanwhile, inside the Chevrolet, Diego’s eyes were wide as he watched the scene unfold in disbelief.

A rush of excitement surged through him.

These Biker Gang members ran rampant in West Yellowstone City. He never expected that Feng would just get out of the car, say nothing, and immediately beat them to a pulp.

’So cool!’

Just like Vito Corleone from *The Godfather*.

Diego couldn’t help but clench his fists, a wave of admiration washing over him. His reverence for Feng Mountain grew even stronger.

Feng Mountain arrived before the workshop’s large iron door.

He reached out, gripped the equally rust-stained handle of the side door, and gave it a gentle twist.

With a piercing CREAK, the side door slowly swung open as if awakening a long-slumbering beast. A wave of sound like a bursting dam rushed out from within, carrying a blast of hot air.

"So loud!" Feng Mountain frowned, squinting slightly as he stepped inside.

Warm air rushed over him, thick with the mixed scent of strong perfume and sweat.

It was a bit pungent, yet it also carried a strange, intoxicating sense of abandon.

Purple and blue laser tubes were tangled in a complex web across the ceiling.

Multicolored lights filtered through the smoke hanging in the air, casting a shifting patchwork of light and shadow across the dance floor.

On the dance floor, men and women swayed wantonly to the energetic beat, their faces filled with ecstasy and madness, as if the only things left in the world were the deafening music and themselves.

In the corners of the dance floor, people lounged lazily on sofas, cigarettes dangling from their lips as they casually blew clouds of smoke.

Through the swirling smoke, bursts of unrestrained laughter could be heard from time to time.

Some people could even be seen blatantly doing "two-person push-ups" in public, oblivious to everyone around them.

In this environment, filled with sin and madness, everyone was immersed in the wild, psychedelic atmosphere, oblivious to the world outside.

"Someone go shut off the music. It’s deafening." Annoyed by the ear-splitting music, Feng Mountain had to cover his ears and shout at the top of his lungs.

One of the veterans behind him, Bat, nodded.

Coming from a mobile combat engineer battalion, he could tell where the circuit breaker was just by glancing at the path of the cables on the ceiling.

He quickly dove into the crowd of frantic dancers, his body weaving nimbly between the men and women.

In less than two minutes.

A piercing shriek of feedback suddenly erupted from the speakers.

The sound was as sharp as metal scraping across glass, shattering the previous din in an instant.

Immediately after, the throbbing music came to a dead stop, and the multicolored laser lights went out with it.

The entire space was plunged into instant darkness, as if covered by a giant black curtain.

For a moment, everyone was stunned and confused by the sudden change.

However, just a moment later, the lights blazed back on.

The intense light shone down mercilessly on the crowd of freaks and fiends who had been lost in their frenzy.

Their expressions froze instantly—some angry, some surprised, some utterly lost.

Then, a flood of curses erupted.

"Asshole! Who turned off the music!" a man with ridiculously colorful hair roared, his face twisted and flushed with rage.

"Fack mother, Tucker, I’m gonna kill you!" another scantily clad woman shrieked, mistakenly thinking the DJ was responsible, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Shit! I was having a great time dancing! Who did it?"

...

BANG!!

Amidst the rising and falling tide of raucous curses, a single, sharp gunshot suddenly rang out, shattering the chaos.

The crowd, which had just been spitting curses, became like startled birds. They instinctively covered their heads and scrambled for cover wherever they could find it.

Some had just drawn their own weapons, only to have a gun barrel pressed against them the next moment.

Yves strode into the center of the dance floor with his gun raised. His sharp gaze swept over everyone as he shouted, "Nobody move! Drop your weapons! Hands on your head and get on the ground!"

The remaining veterans dispersed, each finding an optimal firing position.

Three of them, armed with scoped AR-15s, quickly climbed to the factory’s high points to stand guard.

Their movements were practiced and orderly, their wary eyes scanning their surroundings, ready to respond to any potential threat.

The dance floor fell instantly silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing echoing in the air.

Everyone obediently followed Yves’s command, squatting down with their hands on their heads, not daring to resist in the slightest.

They were also stunned by the scene before them.

Their eyes were wide, their faces etched with disbelief.

’Who are these people who just showed up?’

’Their movements are astonishingly skilled, they’re all using automatic weapons, and they’re even wearing body armor.’

’Could they be the FBI? Or the ATF?’

’We didn’t hear anything about this. Why the sudden raid?’

The members of the Outlaw Nation were completely baffled.

They looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

While these gang members were still in shock, Feng Mountain walked casually across the dance floor, holding his nose.

The people squatting on the floor shot him strange glances, but no one dared to make a sound.