"My god, you're so strong. Your chest is firm and I adore you, Jason. I wish I could devour you right now!" The woman skillfully attempted to remove the young man with jet black hair's shirt.
"You really are beautiful, but all these are fake, right?" The young man with jet black hair pinched the woman's breasts, all the while smiling at her, "I dropped something. Could you pick it up for me?"
The woman paused, hesitated slightly, and then bent down to pick up a small pouch. She handed it to the young man, "What the hell is this?"
"It's a sack designed to contain creatures like you," the young man suddenly smiled, "including the likes of you, isn't it?"
"What are you trying to say?" The woman became alert, glaring at the young man. Her voice turned cold, and her face gradually paled, "Who are you really?"
"I'm a businessman." The young man chuckled and suddenly tossed the sack towards the woman. She scoffed, ignoring the sack to reach out to grab the young man. Her hand had the strength to crush the hardest stone in the world.
As the sack dropped, the young man snapped his fingers. Suddenly, it expanded into a giant sack, enveloping the woman before she could scream. She struggled inside, emitting muffled sounds.
The young man snapped his fingers again, and the sack shrank back to its original size. He smiled, pocketed the sack, and left the restroom.
"Hey buddy, that chick was smoking hot." A tall, skinny black man next to him commented while washing his hands, "You must've knocked her out, right?" He glanced towards the restroom.
There was silence inside. The young man winked at him with a knowing look, "That's correct, and it's not only black men who have physical advantages." He slapped the man's arm and left.
The black man stretched his neck, watched the young man disappear into the crowd and felt a sense of satisfaction. He excitedly pushed open the restroom door, but was immediately stunned. It was empty.
Impossible! He had clearly seen that kid enter with a hot chick, and only the guy had left. So, where was the hot girl? He scratched his head, somewhat dumbfounded.
The young man emerged from the restroom, easily navigated through the crowd, and left the place, saying to the bouncers, "I really love it here, truly a paradise for scum."
"Buddy, you've come to the right place, come back again next time. We have new excitement every day." The bouncer who had received a roll of bills from the young man pointed at him, laughed, "You're right, this is a paradise for scum, buddy, you'll love it here."
The young man tightened his jacket and quickly disappeared into the vibrant streets of Los Angeles, finding his old car in a secluded spot, a decade-old Ford. Then, with a roar, he disappeared into the night.
On a quiet street in Los Angeles, an old car slowly came to a stop. The young man with jet black hair got out and walked into a narrow alley, pushed open a rusty iron gate, and walked up a staircase to a door, knocking on it.
The door opened to reveal a man who nodded at the young man. Inside the room sat several individuals. A middle-aged woman with disheveled golden hair, a young girl with worried chestnut eyes, and a boy of about twelve or thirteen who looked anything but lively.
"The business is done." The young man sat down.
The family looked at the young man. The middle-aged man's face became animated, the corner of his mouth twitching noticeably.
"We'd like to see..." The middle-aged man said to the man with jet black hair, "It's not that we don't trust you, we just want Jack to give up. What exactly is that thing?"
"You should call him out, I'll let him see." The young man with jet black hair nodded.
The middle-aged man fell silent, got up, and walked to a bedroom. He emerged pushing a wheelchair with a young man in it, about twenty-three or four years old. He looked very young, but skeletal, skin and bones, his eyes blank.