“They're at KK Bar."

Alick arrived to assess the situation firsthand.

Alick's demeanor shifted to seriousness upon locating the group.

Without hesitation, he swiftly mobilized his team and led them to the location.

In KK Bar, the group, under the leadership of the scar-faced man, had secured a private room for their enjoyment. Additionally, they had summoned a few alluring women to join them for the evening.

They had already removed their clothing, basking in their revelry.

The room was littered with numerous empty bottles, evidence of their indulgence.

Some among them were inebriated to the extent that they climbed onto the table, engaging in singing and dancing.

As they reveled in their joy, the door was abruptly shattered open.

Swoosh!

Over twenty individuals entered the room.

Each of them possessed a formidable stature, characterized by height and strength.

They were all attired identically, wearing matching garments.

Adorned in black suits and donning sunglasses, their attire suggested a proficiency in combat.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The man with the scar released the woman from his embrace and rose to his feet.

Alick approached and positioned himself at the door, commanding, “Those unrelated, depart immediately!"

All the female employees, well aware of the unfolding situation, made a prudent decision to exit the room.

The apprehension of the man with a scar on his face intensified. "Run!"

Bang!

The door to the room was shut tightly, sealing off any means of escape.