Mr. Lin Qi, Victim of the Unspoken Rules

"I don't know you." It was a simple sentence, and one bar bouncers often said.

Every day, some idiot thought he could fool the bouncers. They would bring a girl in through the VIP entrance, give a fake name, pretend to be a VIP who looked somewhat like them, and try to bluff their way through.

This trick... sometimes worked, such as when there were new bouncers who hadn't memorized every VIP's face.

Some VIPs might not have visited for several months, or even longer, so the bouncers would ask them to show their VIP Cards.

Nobody would fail to bring such a thing. In this age when gangs ran rampant, there was a saying—

During the day, the police managed the city's security.

At night, the gangs ruled the entire world! Most of the bouncers in bars had some connection to the local gangs. Besides, not just anyone could run a place like this. Nobody would challenge them here.

Until today.

The bouncer stepped forward and raised a hand to stop them. "Sorry, I don't..."

He had intended to say, "I don't know you. Please show me your VIP Card." At a glance, he could tell these people hadn't come to have fun.

But he didn't even get the chance to finish that sentence.

The man at the front seized his arm in a way he could barely understand. As he forcefully twisted the bouncer's body to the side, he kicked the back of his knee.

His entire body seemed to kneel down on its own. He dropped to one knee, his body and head forced downward as far as they could go. The intense pain even made him wonder whether his arm was about to be torn off! Just as he was about to say something stern, something