Jason Statham, that's a British actor full of tough-guy style.

He has starred in many well-known films, such as the Desperate Express series, or the Fast and Furious series, and in fact, he has starred in many more movies.

Seeing this person appear in a nightclub, and at the same time showing an angry look, Lin Cheng had no way to confirm which movie he had encountered on the set, and the only way to figure out this matter was probably to follow and see.

Thinking of this, Lin Cheng, who was controlled by curiosity, couldn't sit still any longer.

"Sir, where is your bathroom?"

Hearing Lin Cheng's words, the lobby manager who was holding a champagne bottle in his hand was stunned for a moment.

He was just busy trying to sell the membership of the nightclub to this high-quality investment customer, but he didn't expect this high-quality investment customer to suddenly get up and say such a sentence, so he was naturally stunned on the spot, but he quickly reacted.

"Go upstairs in front of the dance floor and turn left, at the end of the hallway, sir."

"Thank you, please take care of this little friend of mine, I'll be back soon."

Lin Cheng excused himself to go to the toilet and left the box of the nightclub directly, leaving Wesley, a new person who came to the nightclub for the first time, shivering alone in the box of the nightclub.

As soon as the master was gone, the poor boy had no idea what he was going to do or what to do.

Walking across the crowded dance floor, Lin Cheng stepped up the stairs in the hall and came to the small second floor of the nightclub.

There are private rooms for larger clients who pay for a room on an annual basis, as well as lavishly furnished offices in the nightclub and changing rooms for clubbers.

Lin Cheng saw that the bright head turned into the dressing room, so he tiptoed to follow, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard screams and the sound of glass breaking from inside, but the door could not be opened, as if it was closed.

Decard Shaw, a retired MI6 elite MI-6 agent, is now doing some shady dirty work for the British Secret Service, and he wouldn't have made a trip to a nightclub if it weren't for his informant telling him that his sister was involved in a dangerous incident.

As a private nightclub in the center of London, this nightclub naturally has a cover behind it, and when Dicard Shaw broke into the girls' dressing room, several guys who glanced at the gangsters immediately stood up and glared angrily at Dicard Shaw who broke in.

"Who do you think you are, get out of here-"

The only member of the gang who wore a haute couture suit and looked like a ringleader threatened Dikkard Shaw.

However, can an old agent who has served the British Empire for decades be afraid of the threat of such a thug, that designation is impossible.

"Hello, I'm here to cause trouble today."

The corners of Dykard Shaw's mouth curled slightly, and although he was smiling, it looked extremely terrifying with his fleshy face.

In the next second, he threw out the champagne bottle in his hand and smashed it on the head of a young gangster member closest to him.

The bottle was of such good quality that it smashed the gang member to the ground and knocked him unconscious, but not only did the bottle not break, but it bounced back and fell back into the hands of Dycarder Shaw.

This made the smile on Dycade Shaw's face even more strange, and it seemed that he did not expect such an outcome.

Seeing that Deckard Shaw hit their friend first, the remaining gang members immediately couldn't sit still, and they all picked up what they had at hand and rushed towards Deckard Shaw.

Some of them were holding vases, some were picking up chairs, and some even picked up the girls' high heels in a vain attempt to hurt Dycade Shaw with their sharp heels, but only in vain.

There was a fight in the dressing room, and the dancers screamed and ran to the gate, the entrance door had been locked by Dykad Shaw, and they could not run out, but retreated into the corner and screamed, like a pack of old hens that had been broken into the chicken coop by hungry wolves.

Although the old agent faced a large group of people alone, how could he let a bunch of bastards be bullied by his rich experience.

The bottle of champagne of excellent quality was in the hands of Dycade Shaw like a hard metal baseball bat.

The huge wine bottle was waved by him, but he was always able to knock the little thug who was only brave and had no combat experience to the ground at a ghostly angle, and it only took a few seconds for him to fall on his feet.

Looking at the champagne bottle in his hand, which showed no signs of shattering at all, Dikard Shaw's brow furrowed slightly.

However, after a fight, the carbon dioxide gas in the champagne bottle began to expand, and the cork had come loose, and he gently pulled it out, and then poured himself two sips and smashed his lips.

"Tsk, is the quality so good—the wine is good, and it's a shame to give it to you."

"You...... Who the hell are you, why are you here, where did we mess with you......"

The only one present who wasn't dropped by Dikard Shaw was the gang leader in a fancy suit.

Seeing that the men around him were thrown to the ground one by one, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the little leader, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before, and the Dikad Shaw in front of him fell into his eyes, as if he had become a dangerous existence similar to a demon.

Deckard Shaw stepped forward, and the girls hiding behind the little boss were frightened and ran away, and he easily took the belt of a pajama from one of the girls, took it in his hand and folded it gently, like a whip to the lower abdomen of the little boss.

The soft pajama belt showed its flexibility, landing on the weakness of the man with the lower abdomen of the small leader, beating him to the bent over at that time, and a smile appeared on Dycade Shaw's face at the sight of this scene.

Then, he put the belt around the young leader's neck and kicked him out, leaving him with a huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him, and his body fell backwards and shattered the glass, only to be pulled by Dakkard Shaw as he was about to fall.

"Someone told me you knew about a research institute."

"Those people are acting weirdly, they have shady technology, what are they called, oh, I remember—their name is Ision, so, tell me about this Ision, or maybe you jump down from here."

In a small apartment upstairs in the dressing room of the nightclub, Lin Cheng stood by the window and clearly heard everything the two of them were talking about.

The name of that scientific institution, Ision, sounds very familiar, but it does make people a little unreminiscent for a while.

Lin Cheng suddenly felt the mobile phone in his trouser pocket start to vibrate, he glanced at it, but found that it was a strange call from New York.