Time flies, and before you know it, it's midnight.

Reka craned her neck and said quickly.

"I said..."

Oreo waved his hand.

"Two more cocktails, orange flavored!"

Reka snapped Oreo's hand back.

"I said Angell..."

Oreo repeated.

"Two glasses!"

Reka leaned into Oreo's ear and yelled.

"I said Angelyl was taken into the room by the nobleman!"

"I know."

Oreo finally stopped the waiter, "Two cocktails, orange-flavored." ”

The waiter answered and hurried away.

Oreo sat back down and looked at Reka suspiciously.

"Reka, they've only been in for five minutes, what do you have to worry about?"

"Do you know how much they drank?"

Reka held out her right hand, "They've had at least ten glasses of Red Dreamland, and that's the most powerful cocktail!" Aren't you worried? ”

Oreo spread his hands.

"I've drunk ten glasses, so what's there to worry about."

......

Sharman was in a very good mood.

Unlike many aristocratic youths of the same age, he has shown a talent for earning money far beyond ordinary people since he was a child.

This, of course, and the support of his marquis father.

In addition to meeting to earn money, Sharman also felt that he was lucky, otherwise he would not have met such a beautiful prostitute here.

Tutan is on top, and she's still a chick.

"Hmm."

Angelyl opened her eyes and stared at Sharman with drunken eyes.

Her cheeks were crimson, and she was unprecedentedly lovely.

Sharman leaned over and tried to kiss her on the cheek.

But Angelyl rolled over and just avoided the kiss, and Sharman was led to stagger a few steps and fall to the ground.

Angelyl said vaguely.

"My lord, the candy you just gave me is delicious."

Sharman struggled to get up from the ground, gasped and smugly.

"Of course, that's poppy."

With that, he went to kiss Angelyl's cheek again.

Angelil cupped Sharman's cheek, looked into Sherman's eyes with moving eyes, and then said with affection.

"Poppy, where did you get that?"

"Where did you buy it?"

Sharman rolled over on the bed and tried to straddle Angelyl. "I made all the sugar myself, you can have as much as you want."

Angelyl flexed her right leg against Shalman's knee.

"Is this true, Mr. Salman?"

Sharman said impatiently as he took off his shirt.

"Nonsense."

"Oh."

Angelelle nodded, then straightened her right leg, pressed against Shalman's crotch, and kicked him up.

After a whirlwind, Sharman felt like a man riding on top of him.

This girl is quite emotional.

He thought.

Angelyl flipped Sherman's right hand under her, and seeing that he was not yet conscious, Angelyl spoke in a quiet voice.

"Lord Salman, where is your candy factory?"

"In..."

Sharman apparently tried to pull his right hand out, but couldn't, and he mumbled, "What are you asking this for?" ”

Angelyl leaned down and pressed it to Sharman's ear, exhaling softly.

"People want to know."

The breath made Sharman go limp, and he wrapped his left hand around Angelil's waist, but it wasn't enough, and the hand continued to go up, stroking Angelil's corset.

Angelyl twisted.

"Just tell people......"

Sharman laughed, "Tell you you don't know, I'll take you with me tomorrow morning." ”

Angelil continued to ask.

"Is it south of Turin?"

"Of course not,"

Sharman craned his neck, and their lips were only a little apart.

Angelyl exhaled hot.

"That's in the east?"

"You're so smart."

Sharman craned his neck again, and he was on the verge of biting Angelyl's lip.

But it wasn't lips that greeted him, it was a fist.

After receiving this punch, Sharman passed out before he could make a sound.

Angelyl gave Sharman two more punches before she swore and stood up.

"Dare to eat Lao Niang's tofu, damn it!"

But that's not enough.

She lifted her skirt and stomped Shalman's stomach a few times before she was relieved.

"To the east of Turin."

Angelil read it silently before turning away.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a tall figure, it was Sheriff Reka.

Oreo's voice could be heard in the distance.

"Reka, I'll just say what the hell are you talking about."

Looking at the disheveled Angelyl, Reka's face was full of worry.

"Angelyl, are you alright?"

Passing over Reka, Angelyl said nonchalantly.

"What could happen?"

After saying that, she ran quickly to Oreo, with a look of invitation on her face.

"Mr. Oreo, the processing plant is east of Turin, and the plantation should be there."

"East of Turin?"

Oreo frowned, "Valid information, but meaningless. ”

"Of course it makes sense."

Reka said righteously, "This will narrow the area of the investigation. ”

"Heh, then you can investigate."

Oreo sneered and turned to leave.

Angelil pursed her lips, looking aggrieved, but she still followed.

The trio walked out of the brothel one after the other, walked down Ninth Street for a while, and finally stopped at the door of Reka's house.

Oreo raised his top hat in his hand.

"Sheriff Reka, although I know you can't investigate anything, tomorrow afternoon, I'll meet you on the outskirts of the city."

Reka shook her fist.

"Oreo, what if I find Sharman's factory?"

"I believe in Angelil's charisma."

He paused, "So it's definitely not Sharman's factory, otherwise he would have said it a long time ago." ”

Rekalen froze in place, incredulous.

"What did you say?"

Buckling his top hat over his head, Oreo said as he walked away.

"I mean, the owner of the factory is someone else, and Sharman is a second-class dealer at best."

Angelyl gave a thoughtful look as she quickened her pace to catch up with Oreo's.

The night was cold, Angelyl was wearing only a black corset, she folded her arms and walked beside Oreo, not saying a word.

"Angelil, well done."

Angelyl had just given a look of surprise, but Oreo had turned to it.

"I mean, you're pretty good as a prostitute."

Angelyl said unconvinced.

"Then I can't be a police detective? Like Sheriff Tamia? ”

"Angelyl."

Oreo stopped, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

He turned his head to look at Angelyl and said with a wry smile.

"Detectives are not a noble profession."

Angelyl retorted.

"The detective represents justice!"

"Justice?"

Hearing this, Oreo raised his head, stared at the black cloud above his head, and muttered.

"Justice is not fun at all."