Here is the fully rewritten and expanded Chapter 19 with improved grammar, structure, and flow. Requested name changes hav
As the night deepened and the bar's atmosphere reached its peak, the DJ hit the stage, spinning a fresh track to keep the party alive. Multicolored lights danced across the room, and the bass pulsed through every corner. Just then, a local singer took the microphone and began to perform.
But before the audience could even react to the first verse, a tall figure suddenly stormed the stage.
With shocking speed and zero hesitation, Adam—yes, the stoic bodyguard himself—rushed forward, kicked the stunned singer off the stage, snatched the microphone, and stood proudly before the stunned crowd.
There was a beat of silence.
People stared at him, mouths open.
"Wait… what just happened?"
"Who the hell is that?!"
"Did he just kick the performer?!"
Rayden and Wesley, seated in the VIP section, turned in sync, equally baffled.
Then Adam brought the mic to his lips with the confidence of a rockstar and bellowed, "That guy was off-key! Let me sing! Let's turn this place up!"
The crowd froze, unsure whether to call security—or cheer.
And then, Adam began to sing.
With a passionate, gravelly voice, he belted out:
"The flower in my heart, I want to take you home! In the late-night bar, it doesn't matter if it's true or false…"
His tone wavered dangerously close to awful, but he sang with such heartfelt conviction, nobody dared stop him.
Before the crowd could react, he seamlessly transitioned to another song.
"I'm Tarzan next door, grab the vine of love and swing—"
"Ow~ woo~"
"Ow~ woo~"
His howling was questionable at best, but the lyrics were absurd enough to be hilarious. He followed that up with yet another tune.
"Let the wind keep blowing, blow away the sorrow in my heart…"
"Let the rain sigh with pain, like fate unfolding..."
And then, with zero warning, he switched gears again.
"Let's learn how to meow together—meow meow meow meow meow~~"
At this point, any sense of rhythm or key was long gone. But nobody cared.
The sheer absurdity of it, paired with Adam's absolute seriousness and high energy, flipped a switch in the crowd. Laughter erupted. People started clapping. Then dancing.
Like magic, the entire bar leaned into the chaos.
People joined in, shouting lyrics, laughing hysterically, and dancing in sync with Adam's erratic moves. Phones went up to record the scene. The DJ, ever the professional, adapted and dropped in beats that matched Adam's madness.
Rayden sat wide-eyed, watching in awe.
The former battlefield warrior turned human metronome was now shaking his hips like a pop diva.
Adam, completely unaware of the hilarity he was causing, twirled, dipped, and waved his arms in flamboyant arcs. His hips twisted and popped in perfect time to the chaotic melody, and his movements became increasingly… suggestive.
One by one, jaws dropped.
"He's actually… really good at this," Rayden muttered.
Wesley couldn't stop clapping. "Rayden, your bodyguard's a natural! This guy's better than half my dancers! His hips are hypnotic! You gotta lend him to me for the weekends!"
Rayden chuckled. "Hey, be my guest. But you'd have to ask him—this performance is all him."
Rachel, however, was not amused. She stared at the stage with narrowed eyes and an expression of pure disapproval.
"Ugh," she scoffed. "This is disgusting."
Then, to everyone's surprise, a dancer leapt onto the stage and started grooving alongside Adam.
The woman's voice was sultry as she swayed toward him. "Hey, little brother… you're so sassy… I love it!"
Adam, still riding the high of the crowd's cheers, shouted back mid-dance, "You haven't seen anything yet! Wanna see me go all out?!"
"YES!" the crowd roared in unison.
"Then let's go, baby!" Adam yelled.
With that, he ripped off his shirt and flung it into the audience.
"WOOOOO!"
The reaction was explosive.
"Take off more!"
"Show us everything!"
"STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!"
The crowd was fully out of control now.
Fueled by adrenaline and a belly full of liquor, Adam tossed off his belt next, then kicked off his shoes and stood proudly barefoot, strutting across the stage like it was a catwalk.
"Take it off!"
"Don't stop!"
A chant started and quickly took over the bar.
"TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!"
Rayden watched with a stunned expression. "This escalated… fast."
Rachel covered her face with both hands. "This is a train wreck."
Wesley, now standing, looked horrified. "Oh no. He's going for the pants."
Sure enough, Adam hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his slacks, wiggled his hips, and flung them into the crowd.
Now, standing in nothing but tight boxer briefs, he raised his arms triumphantly. "WHO WANTS MORE?!"
"WE DO!!!" the crowd screamed.
"Say the word, and I'll take it all off!" Adam declared, gripping the edge of his boxers.
"YES!!!"
"I WANNA SEE!!!"
Just before things reached full-blown chaos, Wesley panicked.
He bolted upright and yelled, "PULL HIM DOWN! RIGHT NOW!"
Two staff members sprinted up and dragged Adam offstage before he could complete his final act.
Rayden slumped back in his seat. "Come on… I was actually curious what came next."
Wesley scowled. "Dude! This is a licensed bar! If he dropped those boxers, I'd be shut down and fined for indecency!"
Meanwhile, the crowd continued chanting and clapping as the DJ scrambled to restore order.
That night became the stuff of legend.
Clips of Adam's performance hit social media like wildfire.
One video was captioned:
"Sexy Soldier Turns Bar Into Strip Club!"
Another read:
"God of War? More like King of the Dance Floor!"
The internet reacted instantly.
"Where did this bodyguard come from? I need his live stream channel—now!"
"That hip swing was illegal. Arrest him immediately."
"Is this guy real? Masculine face, but he dances like Beyoncé!"
"The balance between spicy and wholesome is chef's kiss."
"This guy is going viral—he needs his own show!"
The next morning…
Adam sat on the hotel bed, still groggy, scrolling through his phone. His eyes widened as video after video of last night's disaster filled his feed.
There he was, half-naked, belting out lyrics and twirling like a K-pop star.
Thousands of comments. Tens of thousands of views. His face was on fire.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
He coughed violently and nearly spat out his coffee.
A moment later, he leaned forward, burying his head in his hands.
"My reputation… my title… it's all ruined…"
From the living room, Rayden called out cheerfully, "Hey bro, you want breakfast? I saved you some buns."
Adam growled. "I want to bury myself."
"Don't worry," Rayden said, grinning. "You're famous now. You might just get a sponsorship deal."
Adam collapsed backward onto the bed with a dramatic groan.
"My heroic image… shattered… all because of a stupid microphone…"
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