I couldn't get the image out of my head. That last hit, when his body went limp was frozen in my mind. I bought a beer and tried to forget what had transpired. Luckily I was highly inebriated at this point so a memory that was frozen thawed quickly. After a half an hour or so of trying to run my drunken American pick up lines at Chinese girls I had almost forgotten all about what I had seen. Eventually it came time to go outside for a smoke before we went home. We sat on a second level patio facing one of busier streets in Chengdu even for being nearly 4:00 AM, taxis bustled up and down the street with occasional outburst of a horn. The table was round, with a hole in middle where the support for the oversized umbrella went. A bouncer from the club came over and sat down across from Ron. They began conversing; I knew the two were friends of some manner. The conversation must have been important as Ron looked surprised and gasped a few times, asking what sounded like the same question over and over again. I could not understand a word of it. Chinese sounded more like white noise then communication, so I tried to infer what they were talking about through movements and gestures. After a good two minutes Ron turned to me and began to explain what the bouncer was explaining to him. Apparently what we witnessed earlier was the brutality of organized crime. The club we were patronizing was a front for the Chinese mafia. It turns out the group beating the man were mafia thugs, and the man being beaten had done some wrong. “They killed him” Ron exclaimed. What we saw was mafia thugs beating someone and over what, I questioned. Well it just so happens the man who lost his life was dancing or trying to dance with the wrong girl, apparently the mafia warned him not to pursue her as she was quote “taken”. The man was intoxicated and his libido made him refuse, costing him his life. The police came and went they could not do much as mafia has much more control, what good are two police men to twenty thugs.