Chapter 427 Show of Strength

This kind of private club usually wouldn't be open to the public.

After everyone entered the club, a man and a woman immediately came over.

One of the men walked in front of Tristan, blocking his path, and gestured at Tristan with his mouth.

Tristan asked with confusion, "What are you doing?"

The man blocking the way furrowed his brow. "What are we doing? Frisk, of course. What else can we fucking do? You don't understand any rules, do you?"

Frisk?

Tristan chuckled.

In the Underground, there had never been a rule to frisk, after all, living in the Underground meant that one's life might be in danger at any time. The items carried on one's person were essential for survival. Tristan was a special case who didn't carry any weapons, but everyone else did, even Jimmy, who always carried a jackknife with him.