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"Enough, enough!" The middle-aged man stood up from behind and stepped forward Jason, but it was better to pull away, rather than to give Jason, who had been beaten down many times, a support, lest he fall to the ground again before he touched Wes, it would be too ugly.

Burst!

The bloodstained spit was spat on the ground by Wes, his forearm brushing against his mouth, Wes grinning, his teeth covered in reddish blood.

"Not bad, not bad. Weiss didn't step forward, tilted his head to look at Jason who was barely able to stand up completely on the support of the middle-aged man, a↖nshu≦ba, "You're not too weak, at least touch me, how does it feel?!"

The stout guy with the bundle pushed through the crowd and walked towards Weis, apparently trying to get him out.

Wes pushed away the security guard's hand to hold him, glanced at the talking crowd, and raised his hands in front of him, "I can walk myself." ”

Wes turned around and walked out of the club, escorted by the security guards.

"Don't come again, boy. The security guard frowned and looked at the guy who had just gone out, stared at the street and had no goal, and stood on the side of the road in a daze, shouting, "You are not welcome here." ”

Wes glanced back at the security guard, put his hood back on, and then looked at him defiantly and backed away against the exterior wall of the nightclub, "Isn't this wall welcoming to me either?"

The security guard shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to this guy.

It's the only nightclub in Barton that belongs only to this small group, but there are no shortage of guys like Wes. They come for a certain need, but they don't want to have anything to do with the group, so this kind of incident often happens. The security guards see a lot, it doesn't matter. The good thing is that he can limit who can go in and drink, dance, and hook up with each other, and who can only lean against the wall like Wes.

Wes is still quite satisfied with the image he has passed on now, his heart is twisted and dark, and he has enough hands-on ability, if the information he gets is correct. That's what Fight Club is looking for.

Well, Wes was right. And it was more than he expected.

The fence in front of the nightclub was pushed open by the security guards, and several people drove Jason out. Wes tilted his head sideways and snorted in defiance.

The action seemed to irritate some of the people who had seen what had happened, and they were talking to the security guards.

The security guard glanced at Wes, pulled out the rubber baton on his waist, and knocked on Wes's side, "You are not welcome in the wall now, go away." ”

Wes glanced at the stout security guard. He was sure to put him in two seconds, but his character still needed him to be around here, so he pursed his lips and stared at a few talkative guys and walked across the street. He was ready to change the wall.

Jason and his party got into the middle-aged man's car, and Wes was actually a little disappointed, he originally thought that the middle-aged man would be his target. But when Jason showed up, he dismissed the idea. Thinks that the middle-aged man was only asked by Jason to test him.

Wesben didn't want to pay any attention to these people, and deliberately bypassed the direction in which their car was turning. But unexpectedly, the middle-aged man's car tilted its front and stuck to Wes's side, blocking his way.

"You hit our friend and you want to leave. The middle-aged man leaned one hand against the window. Raising his head and smiling at Wes.

Wes frowned, he really didn't see any threat or sarcasm in this smile. It made him a little strange.

"You're drunk. Wes glanced at the middle-aged man, "Do you want to have a traffic accident right now?" ”

"Huh. The middle-aged man smiled, "It's just a glass of beer, and it's gone when you soak in urine!"

Wes frowned. Did this middle-aged man figure out the situation, he just beat up his friend, and now he starts to make jokes on his own. Jason's ability to make friends is just as bad as it used to be.

"Disappeared from my eyes. Wes tugged at the corners of his mouth and turned to get around the car.

The car moved, and the driver's seat next to Wes's side was level with Wes again, "Hey! Don't just leave like this! Looks like you've been evicted from here! We're about to go to the place I told you before, it's a lot more interesting than here, how about it? It's still a long time tonight, we can't waste it! Do you want to go along?"

This is reasonable with extreme unreasonableness, Wess frowned even tighter, looked at Jason, who was still crooked in the back seat of the car, and snorted irritably, looking back at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, "You are sick, take him to the hospital! Don't bother me anymore! You will regret it!"

"Jason will be fine!" the middle-aged man smiled, "It won't be long before you can fight a second game!" There was a hint of meaning in his expression, "You want to too! Come with us, trust me, you won't regret it." ”

Wess clenched his hand in his pocket, and he had already noticed the strangeness of the middle-aged man's words, like the feeling that two people were talking to two different things, but they refused to say it directly. There was a hint of confusion on Wes's gloomy face, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Ahh

Wes frowned, it was true, Jason wanted to fight once he saw it, until that pointless optimism was gone.

"How about I say that. The middle-aged man leaned out and leaned towards Wes, his voice quieter, "If you come with us, Jason will be able to recover immediately, and then you can fight as much as you want." ”

The corners of Wes's mouth twitched, "You're sick, you should go to the hospital!"

"Wes. A weak voice came from the back seat, it was Jason, "Get in the car." We're not going where you think we're going. We're in a club, for those who are not convinced, get in the car, I can still fight, unless you're scared. ”

Wes's pupils shrank imperceptibly in the night and neon, "What a club." ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Jason's directness, and pouted helplessly, "Jason, you ruined the surprise!"

"What a club. Wes glared at the middle-aged man, his tone undodging.

"Not here, get in the car, we can say it well. The middle-aged man's gaze quickly swept around. Finally back to Wes.

The back door was opened, and Wes 'hesitated' for more than ten seconds, deciding that it was enough, and got into the car.

As Wes got into the car, feeling the shaking of the body, the middle-aged man looked at the extra person in the rearview mirror. Pouted, "You're so heavy." "He's wrong, add some shapeshifter on the roof of the car.

Weiss glanced at Jason, who was bruised and bloodstained, and pushed him away roughly, occupying almost half of the back seat domineeringly, "What club." ”

"So anxious!" the middle-aged man started the car with a smile, "We can't say this outside, you'll know if we take you there." ”

"Where. Wes snorted and continued.

"You'll have to know. The middle-aged man replied helplessly.

"Who are they. Weiss glanced at the four people in the car. Except for Jason and the middle-aged driver, who are about to die and languid, the other two are very obvious 'Colored Crowned Flamingo' types, and their demeanor and movements no longer reveal their attributes all the time, Wes looked disgusted, "Are they all people like you." ”

The middle-aged man in the rearview mirror smiled helplessly, "If you join, there will be five people like 'us', and the others are not." He raised his hand. The ring on the ring finger dangled as if to emphasize something. "Of course, usually, please don't count me in it. ”

Wes was sure that this was a fight club, not some particular cult organization......

"Why let him join!" the young man who had been holding Jason in the back seat twisted his neck, and the roll of his eyes almost rolled to the sky. "I hate this kind of person in the deep closet the most! I think I'm something! It's annoying to look at! Just like Jason's ......" he seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, "Former ......" This guy realized that he didn't say the wrong thing at all, but shouldn't have said it! He shut up and looked at the weak Jason with apologetic eyes.

Probably in the right direction, Wes relaxed a little. He couldn't help but notice what the mouthy guy had inadvertently revealed, and glanced at Jason, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Wes shook his head, his face too disdainful to hide, "It's an ex-boyfriend." "You're really a guy who hasn't grown." ”

"Who do you think you are!!" The guy who just talked about it, looked past Jason and glared at Wes, and before Jason could raise his weakly raised hand to stop his mouth, he rolled his eyes and shouted, "People are very good!

Jason's hand hung down and he gave up. The guy covered his mouth and shrank silently, no more talking.

Wes glanced at Jason again, opened his mouth, and closed it again. He really couldn't think of anything else he could say other than he deserved.

The middle-aged man looked reproachfully at the talkative guy in the back seat and shook his head, "Weis, right." He seemed to know exactly where they were going, and the view from the front window of the car kept receding into darkness. Wes could only tell from the road signs flashing under the headlights that he had arrived at Paising.

"Weis, in fact, the club doesn't plan to recruit people, and we are just accompanying Jason out to relax. But he recognizes you and thinks your situation is a better fit to join. He paused, seeming to be a very sophisticated guy, "You must have some anger at the world, everyone in the club." There are obvious reasons like us, and there are ordinary people who are bound by life. You're going to love it there. ”

Wes lowered his head and thought. The progress is somewhat unexpected, and his true colors seem to have little to do with his success, and it is Jason's knowledge of him that has made him noticed by these people.

Wes frowned, this is not good news, his shun lì does not mean that the whole task will be smooth, the middle-aged man said that the club does not plan to recruit people. He was lucky enough to run into Jason, and Wes now only hoped that his friend, James, would be lucky. (The novel will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)