Meanwhile, inside Alfredo's restaurant, Marcy and Moore ordered steak, beef, and pork ribs - dishes that Alfredo's was famous for. They were seated at Marcy's favorite spot in the restaurant. Marcy asked, "Do you like the steak?" Moore chuckled before replying, "How dare you ask if I like the steak in Alfredo's restaurant? Do you want to be blacklisted?" Marcy smiled and explained, "Alfredo is a friend and a business partner with the company." Moore was surprised to hear that. Marcy continued, "Do you think we can just walk into Alfredo's without a reservation? The earliest availability is a month in advance."
Later that day, a man was discussing with a group of people when another group came rushing in. "Boss, you have to avenge us. We were beaten by a man," they cried. They couldn't tell the truth about the incident - that they were actually beaten by a woman. The boss was surprised and yelled, "Just one person beat you guys up like this? He must be one hell of a fighter." The leader of the group that was beaten added, "He ambushed us. We didn't have a chance to fight back." The boss exclaimed, "Who the hell would have the courage to attack the West Side gang? Who has a death wish?" One of the beaten men spoke up, "We saw them going into Alfredo's restaurant." The boss replied, "Okay, gather some men. Let's go deal with the fools who had the guts to start a fight with the West Side gang."
While they were at Alfredo's, Moore and Marcy were unaware of the storm brewing outside. They continued chatting and getting to know each other better. For a moment, they both felt a strong connection. Moore spoke, "It seems we are a good match. I can feel the connection." Marcy smiled before saying, "There is more to you than just me. Someday, you will understand. But for now, let's just be friendly." Moore replied, "Since we are being friendly, are there any benefits?" Marcy playfully responded, "Men, you guys are always thinking about yourselves." She was trying to find a way to tell him that she was already in a relationship, but she could only say, "Let's not talk about this for now. Let's just enjoy the steak at Alfredo's." Moore didn't want to push the issue and could only nod in acknowledgment.
A few minutes later, they left the restaurant and were walking towards the parking lot when a group of about fifty to sixty men surrounded them. Moore and Marcy were shocked and surprised. Moore spoke out, "What is the meaning of this? Who are you guys?"
Someone spoke out from the gang. "We are the West Side gang and this is our leader," a man completely dressed in a white suit, tie, and hat said, strolling forward majestically. "My name is Dick Hammer, but you can call me Mr. Hammer. I am told that you," he pointed at Moore, "roughed up my men earlier without any explanation." Marcy, with an arrogant expression on her face, interjected, "He didn't, but I did. And your boys were rude to us, so I decided to teach them a lesson. I hope that clears things up."
Hammer, with a confused expression, turned towards his boys. "I thought you guys said he roughed you. Now she is saying she did. You guys are a bunch of wusses." His men felt humiliated and dejected all at once. He turned towards Marcy and began to clap. "I will have to give it to you," he said. "Who knew a strong and beautiful lady like you existed? You will have to come work for me."
Marcy, with a smug expression, said, "No, that wasn't a request. Besides, if you don't, I will just have to seek revenge for beating up my men." Marcy's face exuded confidence and fearlessness as she spoke, "You can try, whether you succeed or not has not been decided yet."
Hammer, who could not maintain his usual facade with a fearless aura, yelled out to his men, "Get them!" Marcy sneered, but before she could react, Moore was again in a trance-like state, attacking. Marcy screamed, her eyes now like those of a demon. "Don't be selfish," she said as she leaped forward to join the attack. They fought side by side, maneuvering through the gang in a synchronized manner. Their technique seemed well-rehearsed, a blend of dazzling moves and fierceness. It was a flow of perfection, a masterful work of art.
Before long, all members of the West Side gang were sent crashing to the ground, wallowing in excruciating pain and agony.
Hammer was momentarily speechless. After a while, he regained his composure and spoke, "It seems I have underestimated both of you. Rest assured, it won't happen again." But before he could say much, Marcy, with a ferocious smile, said, "What makes you think you will survive this night?" Hammer, unsure of what to do next, could only stare in dismay at the turn of events. Moore, with a cold demeanor, asked, "What would a man who is about to die do? It seems you have nothing else to negotiate with." Hammer's knees gave way. His legs had already turned to jelly. He was on his knees, pleading and begging for mercy. Marcy showed no mercy and replied, "It's too late." She raised her hand to deliver a deadly blow, but before she could, a hand reached out to block her. She looked around to see who had stopped her. It was none other than Moore Alexander. He spoke to Marcy, "Why have enemies when we can have allies?"
Moore turned to Hammer with a cold demeanor and said, "I am giving you a choice today. Either you die right here or pledge your allegiance to us." Hammer thought about it for a while before deciding to pledge his allegiance. Moore spoke again, "You have made a wise choice. Now take your men and leave this place." He then turned to Marcy and said, "Why don't I take you home?" Marcy nodded and added, "Better still, why don't you spend the night at my place?" They both agreed and left for Marcy's apartment.