Feng Yuan came to the bar, the wounds on his body were gurgling and bleeding, the expression on his face was exaggerated, and his face was twisted purple by him, looking very painful. He tossed his body, his whole body falling from outside the door into the bar, and the wind chimes were ripped out by him and jingled to the ringing of the bells.

It wasn't loud, but it clearly alarmed the person in charge of the bar. It was nearly dusk, and the lights in the bar were getting brighter and brighter, flashing sharply from the doorway to the deep interior.

Feng Yuan gasped, the skin and flesh on his body were smooth, but he was cut into three spirals. The wound healed partially, and the rest oozed crimson blood.

As soon as Feng Yuan walked a few steps, his body couldn't support it, and he staggered and fell to the door.

When he opened his eyes again, a dazzling array of bars and dance music poured in from Feng Yuan's ears, nose and mouth. He sat up hurriedly, his upper body was wet, and his blood-stained clothes had been washed and ironed, neatly stacked aside, and there was a faint fragrance around him.

Feng Yuan picked his eyes and looked over, the bewitching woman sat beside him, and the most eye-catching thing was the smooth and white neck, thin and tall, like a sharp knife tip, curving obliquely on the back and waist of the woman to outline the spine and waist, the waist.

The women wore what looked like gowns, with high slit skirts that showed off their long legs, high-heeled leather shoes that were polished, and hair tied up at the back of the house, which looked very clean and neat.

The woman seemed to notice Feng Yuan's gaze, turned her head, and smiled.

"You're awake." She said quietly.

"Where is this?" Feng Yuan was stunned. He thought he had arrived at the bar in the photo, but it was clearly not. The harsh halo, the soft dance music, the flickering rhythm, the intoxicating atmosphere enveloped him in this dark and throbbing emotion, and the smell of alcohol filled the air, some intoxicating.

"Where is this?" Feng Yuan asked again, but the woman did not answer. She seemed to be holding a glass of red wine in her hand, the red wine was very sweet, and the wine seemed to be the main style of this dance hall.

Cabaret? Feng Yuan rubbed his eyes.

This was indeed not the bar, he didn't even know how long he had slept this night, he should have known that at such a moment, his body could not hold on, and it should be fatal to be exposed to the strange land of Southeast Asia.

But Feng Yuan did it anyway.

He had to.

The woman was smiling again, but it wasn't like a smile in the ordinary sense, her waist was bent, her arms were covering her stomach, and even her neck, which looked as thin as a swan, was bent like an arm at this time.

"Don't you know this place?" The question of women is very strange, and the eyes are even more confused. "It's a good place."

Feng Yuan was puzzled, he blinked, and the woman continued: "There is everything here, as long as you want it, they will get it." Wealth, women, or life. Isn't it wonderful to play here and enjoy everything that is not worth it in the world? ”

The woman took a sip of red wine.

Red wine is like blood.

"Who are you?" Feng Yuan had heard this statement. This is also reasonable, the big victory "they" must be very anxious at the moment, the new order, the new trade, the new goods, after "they" defeated the police in Southeast Asia, all this should be their reward.

But this dance hall is like a natural danger, blocking these pure. Feng Yuan raised his eyes and looked around, singing and dancing, looking like a celebratory look, but between his eyebrows were endless greed and irrepressible.

Feng Yuan knew where he had come. He stood up, only to find that no matter how much he struggled, his body was making it

I didn't have any strength, my body was drained, and I couldn't move.

The woman looked at Feng Yuan with a smile and said, "Don't worry, the main drama hasn't started yet." Let's watch it one by one. ”

The woman put the wine glass aside, stood up, came to Feng Yuan's side, and said.

"Is there anything you want to know?"

Feng Yuan didn't say anything, only nodded.

"Don't be inhibited, you ask." The woman said.

Feng Yuan thought for a moment and asked, "Your name?" ”

"Everyone calls me hostess here. What do you think? It's a nice name. The woman suddenly grabbed Feng Yuan, her strength was far greater than Feng Yuan imagined, she picked up Feng Yuan, grabbed his body, and "invited" him to take a seat.

At this time, Feng Yuan could see everything in front of him clearly. The ball was extravagant, with the dome at least ten meters from below, and it looked like an old church, but it was decorated with small objects of different styles, and there was something strange in the clutter.

The light was dim, and sometimes it changed color erratically, which made Feng Yuan's vision stagger and blurred, and he could barely distinguish the sight and color in front of him.

There weren't many people at the ball, Feng Yuan roughly counted them, but there were only a dozen people, and they could see it clearly at a glance. There were men and women, old and young, he glanced around, but he didn't find the goal he wanted.

"What kind of place is this? Madame? Feng Yuan asked.

"Here?" The proprietress walked over, leaned on top of Feng Yuan, straightened her chest, and twisted her bewitching waist. "It's a ball, you can see it at a glance, isn't it? Rest assured, it's not far from the city center. ”

Downtown? Feng Yuan's mind began to run rapidly, why was he in such a place, and what did the proprietress mean by being at ease.

As the proprietress explained, the music at the ball became quieter and quieter, so small that it could barely be heard again. The lights faded along with the music, and the last of the purple light swept across the dome, and the room seemed to enter an endless silence.

Darkness, silence.

Feng Yuan's throat was a little dry, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became strange.

There was no sound here, only the sound of his own heartbeat.

Knock, knock. No, Feng Yuan suddenly realized that there was not only his own heartbeat here, he also heard another heartbeat.

Is it the hostess? Feng Yuan raised his face, and the fragrant wind suddenly came to his face, and he realized that the person in front of him was the proprietress in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, but Feng Yuan clearly finished making up this face in his mind.

The face of the proprietress is not smooth, the cheekbones are high and convex, and the silhouette is quite tough compared to that of women, but there is an indescribable charm. Feng Yuan swallowed her saliva, the heartbeat of the proprietress gradually faded away, and she said:

"What else would you like to ask?"

It was indeed the voice of the hostess. Feng Yuan clenched his fists.

"What are the people doing here?" He asked.

The proprietress suddenly let out a laugh, and a series of laughter rang out, on the left and right, the laughter on all sides formed a wall of laughter, enveloping Feng Yuan in it. The hostess's laughter was high-pitched and loud, and quite coquettish. After a moment, she replied nonchalantly.

"What else can be done in a ballroom? Dance? Drink? Or else, what else? The proprietress 's tone drifted back and forth among the huge empty buildings, and Feng Yuan felt that the same voice sounded on all sides.

Feng Yuan wanted to ask something, but the light was on.

He squinted, a little surprised by the sight in front of him.

Because at this time, all the curtain of camouflage seems to have been torn off. Feng Yuan squinted, the woman in front of him, the proprietress was tall

Got up his legs, and the look on his face changed even more. became unusual.

It looks like someone can't hold it anymore.

"Guys, the prom has officially begun." The proprietress had already changed her tone, and the majestic look on her face swept over the crowd under the stage, and no one dared to speak casually.

The prom has begun. Feng Yuan didn't know what this meant, his body was weak and weak, and he watched the boss lady order to go down, and a note came out of her hand.

The notes were stacked together, and Feng Yuan couldn't see what was written inside, but it was probably not the content of many words. These overlapping notes had obviously been prepared for a long time, and they were only sent out one by one at this time, giving him the illusion of drawing lots.

A moment later, almost everyone had a note in their hands.

Feng Yuan had a premonition that something was wrong, and he swallowed his saliva. Pinching the right time, the proprietress high-fived violently, sharp applause, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly froze.

"It's a new plan." The proprietress spoke in a calm tone, and this sentence did not sound like a consultation or a suggestion. It's just an order, the boss's lady's order is spread, what exactly does it mean, Feng Yuan doesn't understand.

The lights came on slowly.

Holding the note, more than a dozen people opened the stacked papers. Feng Yuan naturally couldn't see what was written on these notes, but the strange atmosphere permeated.

"What does that mean?"

"Aren't the sharks gone? Why is my business still missing? ”

"Boss, you are too deceitful!"

Such voices come and go. Feng Yuan suddenly realized that the proprietress was the proprietress of what kind of place. His eyes widened and he looked at the proprietress . The proprietress also looked at him, and the eyes of the two overlapped, and the proprietress smiled knowingly, as if to affirm his guess.

"Everyone, don't be impatient." The proprietress clapped her palms again, her neck was raised high, her hands were raised high, and the applause was crisp and bright.

"The purpose of the Cave is to restore order, many years ago, the First World War of the Holy Tower, the name of the Tomb is not as good as before, after that, I don't know how many friends want to share this cake. We understand, all this time, we haven't said anything. ”

The proprietress drew a laugh.

"Everyone knows that you yourself attracted a note with a high profile at the time, and now you want to go back to that time? Dream! Suddenly, a man stood up, his face was powdered, and he looked indescribably weird.

"Oily noodles?" The proprietress smiled, saw the man standing up, and said, "What is your opinion?" ”

"Oily Hair Noodles" didn't speak, he was confident.

"Old woman, the market has long since changed. Now Southeast Asia is not the same thing as you did more than ten years ago, and if you have money to earn together, how can there be so many rules? Come to think of it, why should we listen to a small organization that exists in name only? ”

However, there was no response to the words of "oily head noodles", and he seemed to have such a plan for a long time, and continued:

"Take our pink peacocks, for example." "Oily Noodles" suddenly shook out his account, and it seemed that he had been prepared for a long time.

Although the reputation of the pink peacock is not large, and the underground market in Southeast Asia is far less influential than the one, its rapid development is indeed obvious to all.

"That's what our market is." "Oily head noodles" points out the market share, and the market for pink peacocks is very simple, they only make white goods of the same sex. "I didn't make a difference, but I want to take away forty percent of us."

The evidence of "oily head and flour noodles" is full, and the influence of the ointment is far less than before, and he shouted like this, and the cheers in response to him also rang out.