Chapter 849: Are You Willing to Work for Me?

The man who had come to rescue Wang Yun and Big Mouth was one of the dozen or so fugitives who still had not been caught.

His name was Dick Colin, and he was thirty-six years old.

Before joining the show, Colin had made a living working as hired muscle for various entertainment venues, dealing with drunks and troublemakers.

He had happened to hear about an escape show with an astonishingly high prize. He figured that since he spent all day moving around places like these anyway, staying unnoticed would be easy for him.

So Colin was tempted and eagerly signed up for the show.

He had also been lucky. The production team had recruited many well-known figures this season.

Colin was an ordinary nobody with no fame to his name; none of the program inspectors paid him special attention or made a point of going after him.

After the action on Lidao began, Colin relied on the instincts he had honed from years of drifting through all kinds of nightlife venues and headed straight for the local bar district.

There, he found work as a day laborer.

Jobs like that usually did not require ID, and no one checked.

The work mostly involved serving customers in bars and promoting drinks.

The wages were settled at the end of each day.

That day, Colin had just received his pay when five street punks suddenly emerged from the shadows of a dark alley.

The one in front let out a cocky whistle and swung a club in his hand. He looked at Colin with a nasty grin.

“Kid, if you know what’s good for you, hand over all the money you’ve got. We’re just getting hungry. You can treat the brothers here to a late-night meal.”

The moment he finished speaking, the other thugs beside him joined in with ugly grins of their own.

“Yeah, brat, don’t make us do this the hard way.”

“If you don’t hand it over yourself, don’t blame us if our hands start itching.”

Laughing wickedly, the five of them closed in on Colin.

In a dark little alley, scenes like this happened all the time.

At that moment, the owner of a nearby bar also happened to step outside. He had been drinking with clients and had had a little too much. Feeling sick, he came over to the alley to throw up.

He happened to witness the scene.

He had seen this sort of thing around here countless times and had no intention of interfering on behalf of the unfortunate man.

But after he finished vomiting and felt a little better, he lifted his head and saw the man walking toward him.

There were already visible bruises on the man’s face, and his body swayed slightly.

But the five punks who had tried to rob him were all lying on the ground.

Every one of them was crying out in pain.

Some clutched injured arms, some held onto injured legs.

None of them could get up. They just groaned on the ground, no longer daring to say a word to Colin.

The sight shocked the boss so badly that he stood there for a long while without reacting.

What had happened was this:

The leading punk reached out to grab the money from Colin’s hand. Colin suddenly grabbed and yanked the punk over in one swift motion. He then snatched the club from the man’s hand and smashed it hard against the punk’s leg.

The others froze for a moment. 

It was only when the leader’s scream rang out that the other four snapped back to themselves and charged Colin with their clubs.

Colin blocked one man’s strike with the club in his own hand and grabbed another man’s club with his free hand.

The attacks from the other two landed squarely on his back.

He grunted with pain.

But then Colin twisted his arm hard and tore the club out of the thug’s hand.

He tossed the two clubs aside. He found them a nuisance

Colin moved much faster than the punks.

He had already taken down another thug with a club before the other three’s attacks even reached him.

He threw up both arms, blocking one club and one punch. The third man’s fist landed directly on his face.

Before the three of them could pull back and attack again, Colin drove a punch into one man’s stomach and followed it with a kick.

At that point, only three of them still had any fight left.

Colin took a few more hits head-on, but before long, those three were down on the ground as well.

He had not come out of it unscathed. His arms and back burned with pain, and his face was swollen and throbbing.

But he was still standing and able to walk.

Those punks, on the other hand, could only lie there groaning.

He had also noticed the man standing at the mouth of the alley. But he knew very well that no matter where you were, incidents like this were common in alleys near bars. No one ever stuck their nose into them.

What he had not expected was that when he walked past the well-dressed boss, who looked obviously wealthy, the man actually called out to him.

“Brother, I saw you walk out carrying your wages. You’re doing odd jobs, aren’t you? Would you be willing to work for me? I guarantee you’ll earn more than this.”

Hearing that, Colin stopped in his tracks.

“Are you talking to me?” he asked uncertainly.

By then, the boss had taken some water from the person beside him and rinsed his mouth. Then he turned to look at Colin. 

He pointed toward the most luxurious bar on the street behind him and said with complete seriousness, “My name is Kaleba Baren. I’m the owner here. Brother, I saw your skills just now. Are you willing to work for me?”