Including the young man who had yet to come in, there were actually three men in the private room—and there were also two women.
One of them had tried to escape but failed and been dragged back. As for the other, she was sprawled on the sofa, her clothes in disarray, but she lay completely motionless, seemingly unconscious.
At that moment, a man with dyed-green hair was pinning the woman who had been dragged back onto the sofa, directly tearing open her blouse with his hands.
The buttons flew off one after another. The green-haired man's face was filled with excitement, while the woman struggled desperately and sobbed.
But all of a sudden, the private-room door was slammed open with a bang, and another young man fell to the floor.
"Kenji!" The green-haired youth froze and instinctively called out the name of the young man lying motionless on the floor.
"I'll kill you..."
At the same time, Suzuki's words from the doorway rang clearly in everyone's ears. The green-haired youth and the other young man frowned simultaneously.
"Takashi, go take a look." The green-haired youth nodded, then punched the woman pinned beneath him in the face without the slightest mercy.
After taking that punch, the struggling woman immediately passed out.
The young man named Takashi hurried over to Kenji's side. After pushing him several times, he raised his head and said, "Young Master Feng, Kenji has passed out."
Hearing this, the green-haired man—Young Master Feng—frowned. He stood up and stared intently at Suzuki by the doorway, saying coldly, "Friend, what organization are you with?"
"Is this the sort of character people out on the streets are these days?" Suzuki raised both hands into a karate punching stance. "If so, I'll just have to teach you all a proper lesson."
"Hmph."