“Aren't you going to go up and have some fun?”
Tony couldn't help chuckling and winking at Donald upon seeing the latter widen his eyes in surprise.
Donald cleared his throat and said, “I'm not here for fun. I'm here to look for someone.”
Tony seemed to have anticipated what Donald would say. He nodded and replied, “I figured as much. For someone like you who doesn't frequent nightclubs, you must be here for a serious matter. Are you here to look for your daughter? Or perhaps your son?”
Donald laughed heartily and said, “No, no. I'm here to find Ashton Brunner.”
Hearing Donald's reply, Tony paused in his tracks, a glimmer flashing past his eyes.
“Are you here to stir up trouble?”
Scratching his face, Donald said, “Is this place Ashton's turf? If it is, then yes, I'm here to stir up trouble.”
Suddenly, Tony burst into laughter.
“Mr. Campbell, you really have a sense of humor. No matter how much of a good-for-nothing Ashton is, he's still the third-in-command of Razor Gang. You're here to thrash the place alone, without any backup?”
“I don't need backup to deal with Ashton Brunner. I can do it alone.”
Donald finished his beverage and turned to Tony. “Do you know where Ashton is? Take me to him.”
The smile on Tony's face disappeared instantly when he noticed Donald seemed serious.
He placed down the glass he had been polishing for a while on the table and gestured to a security guard standing at the door.
The security guard's expression instantly changed when he noticed Tony's gesture. He turned and sprinted to the end of the bar's corridor.
Donald watched in silence but was unfazed.
“It seems you're more than just a bartender,” said Donald.
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