Chapter 106: A bit of an impression and who is Hammer

The light in the dock management office was still on, and a poor guy was working overtime.

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

However, the manager could swear to anyone that he did not ask anyone to work overtime voluntarily; this was all the employee's own behavior.

And the reason why the employee worked overtime voluntarily was that he was not diligent enough during normal working hours and did not complete the work he should have completed.

"Why is it that only your work cannot be finished during working hours, but others can finish it?"

"Is this your problem, or my problem?"

After he said the third sentence, which was "If you have any doubts about your ability in this job, or you doubt that I am targeting you, I can transfer your position," this poor overtime worker chose to compromise.

After all, it's not like he has to stay and work overtime every day, just occasionally.

And just like the manager said, he didn't ask him to work overtime to finish it, but just told him that he hoped to see this finished document before 9:30 in the morning.

He stretched, it was only close to seven o'clock, there were still quite a few workers on the dock, and thinking that these workers were still working overtime, he suddenly wasn't so irritable anymore.

They still had to work overtime in the dry and hot night, while he was just sitting in the office. He at least surpassed ninety-nine percent of the overtime workers.

Explaining this to himself, it seems that working overtime is not a big deal, instead, it gave him a sense of superiority.

The document was more than half written, at most half an hour, and he could go home.

He brewed a cup of inferior coffee for himself, returned to his position, and prepared to continue processing the documents in his hand.

Just when he had coffee in one hand and a pen in the other, the pen tip landed on the document preparing to write some numbers, and his brain was thinking about alcohol and girls with bare bottoms, the suddenly erupted intense knocking sound made him shudder.

The pen tip drew a very long arc with a pen point on the document, and the coffee also spilled out from the tilted cup.

Some coffee that still had temperature fell on his body, on his legs, and on his little brother. As a human, the amplitude of his hand movement became larger, and he subconsciously moved toward the table.

The document not only had an arc that looked quite natural, but also a large piece of coffee. He screamed and hurriedly went to wipe it, but... the ink became wet again under the action of the coffee, and with his wiping, the results of the overtime work were ruined!

He angrily looked toward the door, then walked to the door with big strides in anger, and didn't care who was outside the door, what they wanted to do, he roared loudly, "Look at what you've done?!"

However, 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 clearly who the person was, because this big palm blocked his sight. He tried to grab the wrist of this hand, but couldn't break free.

"Who are you?" This was the first sentence.

"Let go of me!" This was the second sentence.

"Otherwise I will..." The third sentence was not said, and he was hit on the stomach. He didn't speak anymore.

The person who came released his head at this time, and he only felt at this time that his head was pinched painfully.

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

"I want Hammer's file."

The poor guy scanned the two faces quickly. There were too many people on the dock, he didn't know who the two people here were, nor did he know who Hammer was. "I don't know who the Hammer you are talking about is."

The strong man pulled a dagger from his waist and stabbed it on the table with a thud.

Looking at the dagger that was still vibrating, the poor guy swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "I seem to have a bit of an impression..."

Things like this happened all over the dock. Two dock workers were sitting on the steps by the shore, taking off their shoes, putting their feet in the seawater, and bragging.

Suddenly someone disturbed them, asking if they knew a person named Hammer, and where this person was now.

Someone was eating at home, the cheapest minced beef and potatoes, suddenly someone knocked on the door forcefully, asking him if he knew where Hammer was...

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

But, there is always someone who knows.

People were reporting the clues they had obtained to Lanse at the hospital entrance, suddenly Enio ran over. "Someone said they saw him and his colleague go to the Red Port Bar."

Lanse explained a few words to Alan, then got in the car, and the person who knew the location sat in Lanse's passenger seat, pointing the way for him.

Four cars carrying nineteen people drove like the wind on the road, and seven or eight minutes later, the cars stopped outside the Red Port Bar.

The Red Port Bar is one of the more well-known bars near Pier 1, with a long history, but later because more bars appeared in the port area, it was insufficient in competitiveness and gradually fell into the disadvantage.

Although it is not the most popular bar, it is definitely not the most deserted one.

Four cars stopped outside the bar door. The pink neon legs constantly jumping on the bar sign had two lamp tubes constantly flickering, giving people a feeling of being dilapidated.

The two strong men standing at the door smoking saw all four cars stop, and subconsciously turned to look at them.

Lanse got out of the car first, looked around, walked toward the bar door, and others followed closely.

The strong man looked at these people walking over and felt a bit scalp-numbing, but looking at the fact that the boss would pay him his salary in full every month, he took a step forward and raised his hand to block Lanse's path. "Sorry, we are not receiving guests now."

"I want to find someone, heard he is in your place."

The security guard looked at Lanse, sized him up, "This has nothing to do with me."

Lanse held back his temper. "I have a friend who was beaten, the person who beat him is in your place."

The security guard was still in that appearance, even a bit impatient. "I said, this has nothing to do with me..."

The next second, a gun was pressed against his head, making him tilt his head slightly, and then he raised his hands.

The other security guard just prepared to put his hand into his bosom, and two more guns were aimed at him, so he could only slowly pull his hand out and then raise it.

Hairam took out their guns and handed them to the people behind.

The security guard standing in front of Lanse seemed still a bit unruly. He looked at Lanse, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into his mind, and at the same time stated his identity. "We are people from the Red Dog Gang."

Lanse took the cigarette that the security guard was holding in his raised hand, and then aimed the cigarette butt at the security guard's cheek and pressed it down. "So?"

The muscles on the strong man's face kept jumping, and his five senses became vivid. When the cigarette butt no longer made a sizzling sound, he asked, "Can I know your name, sir?"

"Lanse." Lanse glanced at the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground. "Now can I go in and find someone?"

The security guard faced his gaze. "We are not open for business now, Mr. Lanse, prohibition, you know."

"Then take me to the place where you are currently doing business." Lanse looked at the other security guard. "Now you have two people, but I only need one person to lead the way."

The faces of the two security guards both changed. They were both observing Lanse. Perhaps it was because they realized this was not a joke, the person who spoke first made a compromise.

"I understand, come with me."

Lanse left two people here to watch. "Watch him, if he moves around, kill him directly."

The leading security guard gave his companion a helpless look, then led them around the main street and walked in from the alley by the road.

Now almost all underground bars are hidden in the basement, because this is more hidden, and ordinary people will not come to the back of the building, unless they want to pee.

But even if they pee, they won't run to the door of the basement to take a look and smell it.

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

The scar on his face started to hurt, and it might blister tomorrow. He had some hatred in his heart, but he was also very cowardly.

Lanse was still that calm. "I just want to find someone. If you and your friends don't do extra things, I promise that nothing bad will happen today."

"But if you, and those friends of yours, don't want us to have a pleasant day, I promise that tomorrow your family will cry for you."

The security guard had no choice, walked to the door of the basement, and knocked on the door.

The observation slot at the door was pulled open, saw the strong man and the people behind him, and closed again with a clatter, followed by the door opening.

A smell of the bar's sealed environment suddenly rushed out!

Alcohol, sweat, fishy smell, all kinds of strange smells mixed together, smelling terrible.

Lanse looked at the pitch-black entrance and said with a smile, "I seem to have a fate with the basement!"

Except for a few people, no one knew what this meant, but the person responsible for watching the door inside had already seen that something was wrong. He glared at the security guard. "What do you want to do?"

Obviously he was smarter, most people responsible for guarding the door would be a bit smarter, they had to distinguish whether the person knocking was a policeman, an agent, an agent, or someone coming to make a deal.

"I want to find someone, named Hammer, someone saw him in your place."

The person watching the door looked at Lanse and the people behind him. "You can go and bring him out, but don't do it in the bar."

Lanse revealed a smile. "Look, on this point, we have no disagreement!"

He signaled Yisen to stay and Hairam to stay, watching these two people, and others entered the bar with him.

Passing through the pitch-black rural stairs, a noisy environment appeared in front of them.

A girl was twisting her butt crazily on the stage, surrounded by drunks holding wine glasses, they cheered excitedly, and some would even throw the coins in their hands onto the stage.

The entire bar had no seats, all were those steel pipe platforms—a steel pipe connected to the roof and the ground, with a platform in the middle, only thirty to forty centimeters in diameter, only enough for people to put their wine glasses on it.

Everyone was standing, but even if this 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. Lanse squeezed to the bar, took out two dollars and put them on the bar. "Who is Hammer?" ===== CHAPTER 107 =====