Chapter 180: Isolated

Among those present, a few were skilled at throwing knives. However, throwing knives are typically lightweight. The daggers they carried were assassination-grade weapons, designed for close combat. Using such daggers as throwing tools? Completely inappropriate.

Yet Han Yu had not only thrown these daggers, but also managed to pierce the wrists of two men with precision. No professional mercenary could pull off such a feat.

To them, this was nothing short of unbelievable.

Han Yu walked forward, his face emotionless. Ignoring the pained expressions of the two men, he casually yanked the daggers from their wrists, wiped the blood off using their clothing, and then tossed the weapons back toward them.

"Thanks. These daggers are pretty handy," he said.

The daggers embedded themselves into the table beside where Han Yu had been standing moments ago. These weren't even his weapons—he had swiped them off the two men earlier.

Only then did the two injured men realize their daggers had been stolen.

"Ah… it's fine, as long as you're happy…"

They didn't dare argue. A single glance at the man who had been kicked across the room earlier was enough to remind them of Han Yu's terrifying strength. The 200-pound brute had been sent flying with ease, and it was clear Han Yu hadn't even used his full power.

In this bar, someone like Han Yu was undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with. No one dared to stop him or even provoke him further. If anything, they were just relieved he wasn't causing more trouble.

"Alright, everyone, break it up. Geno, take care of these guys," a voice called out.

A man stepped forward and walked toward Han Yu. He appeared to be in his early thirties, dressed in a well-fitted black suit. Though his frame wasn't particularly muscular, the suit complemented his slender build perfectly. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and exuded a refined, gentlemanly air. However, anyone in a bar like this was unlikely to be entirely innocent.

Han Yu observed him carefully, and the man returned the scrutiny. After a brief moment, the man smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Hank, the owner of this bar. You seem unfamiliar—your first time here?"

"Yes, my name is Han. I'm here looking for someone," Han Yu replied, nodding curtly, showing little sign of politeness.

Hank, unfazed by Han Yu's blunt demeanor, kept his warm smile. Han Yu couldn't help but admire him silently—this was clearly someone with a deep sense of composure and cunning.

"Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help," Hank offered.

"I'm looking for Banner. Do you know him?"

Hearing that name, Hank's expression shifted to one of clear surprise. He seemed genuinely shocked that Han Yu would come here looking for Banner.

Hank studied Han Yu once more, but this time with a hint of scrutiny, as if assessing whether he had any hidden affiliations or ulterior motives.

"Relax, I'm not a cop," Han Yu said, noticing the suspicion in Hank's eyes.

Hank believed him without hesitation. Han Yu's Asian heritage was enough to rule out the possibility of him being a local police officer. The police in this area weren't exactly known for their inclusion of Asians, except perhaps as cover during a major operation.

Besides, based on Han Yu's earlier display of strength, if this had been a police operation, his actions would've drawn too much attention to himself—something a smart officer would never do during an undercover mission.

Hank's suspicions dissipated further.

"Come with me," Hank said, motioning for Han Yu to follow. He turned and began walking deeper into the bar.

Han Yu didn't hesitate. Given his strength, there wasn't anyone on Earth who could defeat him now.

To put it in perspective, he was like a prime Mike Tyson, while everyone else on Earth was a helpless infant. No one could withstand a single punch from him.

Han Yu followed Hank to a door at the back of the bar, guarded by two burly men.

"So there's even a hidden door here. Looks like this bar isn't as run-down as it seems," Han Yu thought. He had seen Banner enter the bar but hadn't spotted him inside, which led him to suspect the place had secret rooms.

Now, seeing bodyguards stationed at this door, Han Yu realized this was no ordinary backroom.

The two guards didn't say anything to Han Yu. When they saw Hank, they greeted him respectfully and opened the door for him.

Hank turned back and gave Han Yu a friendly smile before stepping inside.

As Han Yu entered, he couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. The space inside was unexpectedly vast. Barely dressed dancers moved freely, and in the semi-enclosed booths covered with sheer curtains, the dim lights revealed shadows of movement inside.

"A bar like this? Impressive," Han Yu muttered to himself.

Gray industries had always existed; wherever there's light, there's always darkness.

"Your man is over there," Hank said, pointing toward a corner.

Following Hank's gesture, Han Yu spotted a lean man curled up in a small booth in the corner. It was none other than Banner.

Banner stood out, but not because of flashy clothing or eccentric behavior. It was the emptiness around him that drew attention.

Every booth in the room was bustling with groups of men and women indulging themselves. Yet, Banner sat alone. Even the booths near him were vacant. The spaces seemed perfectly functional, with no signs of being out of service, and even the waitresses carrying drinks avoided his area entirely.

From these details, Han Yu quickly drew a conclusion: it wasn't that Banner was unwelcome, but that people were afraid of him.

It was likely that he had caused trouble here before. While the bar's security must have intervened, Banner had probably dealt with them ruthlessly.

As to why the bar still allowed him in, Han Yu figured it was partly out of fear of his strength and partly due to a desire to avoid escalating matters. They couldn't afford to bring in heavy firepower or risk exposing the bar's illegal activities. So, they swallowed their pride and endured the situation, no matter how frustrating or helpless it made them feel.

"What did he do? Why is everyone avoiding him?" Han Yu asked Hank, wanting to know what had happened.

Hank's expression turned complicated. He glanced toward Banner but quickly looked away, his voice carrying a lingering fear as he explained.

"This happened about half a month ago. He came in here, and a group of guys thought he looked weak, so they decided to pick on him. Things got physical, and Banner… tore four of them apart with his bare hands. Literally tore them apart!"

Hearing this, even Han Yu was taken aback. He quickly asked, "With his current physique?"

"Yeah, why?" Hank replied, confused by Han Yu's question.

Han Yu's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Banner, with the body of an ordinary man, had torn four grown men apart with his bare hands?!

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