The decoration in the hall is really the same as Wu Liao thought, facing a monster that can paint the building red, and its taste can be imagined.

The entire hall, from the ceiling to the decorations, is all gold.

Even the eight sweet-looking welcoming ladies at the entrance and exit were wrapped in short golden skirts.

"Miss Tang Mo, welcome home!"

The eight welcoming ladies bowed down at the same time.

"Warmly welcome to the Grim Reaper team!"

They bent down deeply, and the strength of the neat slogan was just right. Apparently after a lot of training.

This time, not only Wu Liao, but even the god of death was completely stunned.

Tang Mo waved his hand angrily, and they naturally retreated, standing on both sides of the door again.

"Ahem." Tang Mo coughed twice in embarrassment.

"This elevator, the 28th floor, you can go up by yourself, and the clubhouse will naturally greet you."

Tang Mo dropped this sentence, ran out in a hurry, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the hall of the clubhouse, you can see gold decorations everywhere, but it is obviously much more sophisticated than the decoration downstairs.

The large burgundy sofa is neatly arranged by the window, the coffee table with gold wire is full of expensive wine, and the air-conditioned freezer is also thoughtfully prepared for Laura's ice cream and drinks.

There were only a few of them in the huge clubhouse, and the attendant at the door respectfully welcomed them into the door and hurriedly retreated to the side.

The number of guest rooms here also exceeded Wu Liao's imagination, and there were hundreds of rooms.

The style and décor of each room is also very different, and Laura, a little girl with a girly heart, finally chooses a room with the same pink as the main color of the building.

She excitedly pulled the circle and took some drinks and fruits with Ovilia and went into the room.

The Grim Reaper stood in front of the window, staring warily at the surroundings of the building.

Sure enough, as Tang Mo said.

Since the direction of the clubhouse is the opposite direction of the checkpoint, the towering skyscrapers in front of the window stand not far away.

Without the barrenness and tension of the military administration area, the surrounding buildings show a peaceful and prosperous scene of singing and dancing.

What surprised the god of death was another point, from the words that greeted the guest at the door, he knew that this extremely extravagant sweet honey group was inextricably linked with the end of the Tang Dynasty.

Only then did he know that when Tang Mo talked about the strength of the Sweet Honey Group, he was obviously too humble.

Because outside the window he is facing now, those buildings with different styles can see the word sweet honey everywhere.

Sweet Honey Dance Hall, Sweet Honey Tea Restaurant, Sweet Honey Seafood City, Sweet Honey Happiness Harbor, roughly look like more than half!

"Boss, I contacted Zhao Jie and them." Wang Bo walked out of the room, still holding a few bottles of beer from the freezer.

He opened the cap of the bottle with ease and threw it to the Grim Reaper and Wu Liao in front of the window and on the sofa respectively.

"Finally there's news." The Grim Reaper breathed a sigh of relief at first, he had been worried that during his absence, those weird humans would find Zhao Jie and them.

Death raised his head and poured the whole bottle of beer neatly, burped in satisfaction before saying, "What did he say?" ”

"He said they were picked up by the Hunters Association today, and asked us to meet the consul of the Association together tomorrow afternoon."

After Wang Bo finished speaking, he handed the communicator to the Grim Reaper, and the communication records of Wang Bo and Zhao Jie were on the display screen.

"By the way, check this Sweet Honey Group!" The Grim Reaper played with the crystal cup engraved with the words Sweet Honey Group on the coffee table, and after learning that Zhao Jie was fine, the ominous premonition in his heart that had entered the trap suddenly disappeared.

"I've already checked it as soon as I walked in." Wang Bo said triumphantly: "This group is not simple, it is one of the famous consortia in the Optics Valley Bunker, oh no, even in the entire human world. ”

Wang Bo leaned comfortably on the sofa, and the touch brought by the soft leather was far from being comparable to the seat of the Yuejin.

"They basically cover all the industries you can imagine, real estate, catering, commerce, and even the military industry are inextricably linked."

Wang Bo looked at the scene in the club with some emotion: "Sweet Honey Group is in the Optics Valley bunker and is one of the top three consortia. No wonder it's so magnificent. ”

After Wu Liao heard this, he also nodded secretly, it is definitely not an ordinary person who can make such a big battle.

Wu Liao thought to himself, although he still couldn't figure out the details of the end of the Tang Dynasty, and how did the government know about their arrival in the Optics Valley bunker, but seeing that such a good place was not enjoyed, wasn't it a crime?

He casually opened the drawer of the coffee table, which was neatly arranged with hundreds of expensive cigars of different sizes, and the faint smell of tobacco came to his face.

In the face of such a rich group, presumably they won't care about so many cigars, right?

Wu Liao didn't even think about it, grabbed a large handful, and after throwing two sticks to the god of death, the rest was stuffed into the bag he carried with him.

The hall of the clubhouse was covered in smoke.

"Mr. Death, the dinner is ready, please clean up with your buddies, and we will be waiting for you at the door of the clubhouse."

The voices of the attendants rang out from the hidden speakers in the hall, and instead of going straight through the door, they alerted the Grim Reaper team in this way.

"So fast?" The Grim Reaper, who had just finished smoking the cigar, was secretly surprised.

"Well, then let's see what they do." Wu Liao also stood up, straightened the clothes on his body, and responded softly to death.

Out of the two noble and elegant doors in the hall of the clubhouse, an attendant in a tuxedo was already waiting respectfully outside the door.

He bowed down politely, and when he saw that all the people had arrived, he walked sideways to the front.

It may also be because it is late, although you can't intuitively feel the change of weather in the bunker, but the owner here is still intimate in the corridor full of candlelight.

The wide corridors are flickering with candlelight, which at first glance looks like an ancient castle.

Until Wu Liao accidentally caught a glimpse of the rows of candles, all of which were pasted with pink stickers.

Wu Liao couldn't help but pout, he really couldn't agree with this kind of aesthetics.

They didn't take the elevator, they just walked through the intricate buildings, and they didn't go far before the attendants stopped steadily in front of the two golden gates.

"Here it is, Mr. Death." The squire bent slightly, and he knocked twice on the door, and the door slid silently inward.

"Mr. Death, distinguished guests, please." The squire stretched out his arm to point the way for the Reaper team, while he stood outside the gate without taking a step.

Laura obediently thanked the squire, and she immediately took Death's arm and walked to the front.

The fiery red combat uniform in the circle was also replaced by a slightly classical cheongsam, and she naturally walked side by side with Wu Liao.

The area of this restaurant is so large that Wu Liao is tongue-in-cheek.

The food rooms are hidden in secret doors, soft golden carpets cover the floor, and bright crystal chandeliers hang high in the air.

After passing through the two foyers, they arrived at the venue of the dinner.

Filled with the scent of cologne and cigars, the walls are covered with precious paintings, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the entire downtown of the Optics Valley bunker.

On a long table five meters away, there were only four people seated.

Facing the main seat in the foyer sat a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.

As soon as he saw the members of the Grim Reaper's team, he quickly stood up.

This little fat man wearing a sky blue vest and dark red checkered trousers, his oily hair was meticulously combed to the right side of his head, and there was an expression of "I am an uncle" in his expression.

"Mr. Death, Mr. Wu Liao, Ms. Circle, Ms. Ovillia, Miss Laura." When the greasy little fat man's gaze crossed Wang Bo, he paused obviously.

"Well, and this unknown gentleman, the contemptible Tang Youcai welcomes you all to come."

As soon as his words fell, Wu Liao's eyelids jumped fiercely.

"How is this possible? He knows our names, which means that he has worked hard to understand us. But how did he know about Ovillia? She's obviously changed to a human form! ”

Wu Liao lowered his voice and whispered in his ear.

Huanhuan also frowned, and she subconsciously stretched her hand to her waist.