Du Wei is still dressed in the same outfit, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and casual clothes.

This time, though, he wore an extra cap on his head, and he looked much more gentle than the fierce men around him.

But the eyes under the lenses are more vicious and calculating than anyone else.

Zhao Siqing only glanced at it hurriedly, and then hurriedly lowered his head.

She mingled with more than a dozen dancers, and her heart was in her throat.

Fortunately, at this time, the dancers who had just come off the stage also poured back, more than ten or twenty people, plus the dancers who were about to go on stage and Du Wei's subordinates, the corridor that was not spacious was suddenly filled with forty or fifty people, which seemed noisy and chaotic.

"Get out of the way... Don't get in the way here...", someone spoke impatiently.

Du Wei frowned and craned his neck, searching through the crowd, his eyes fell on Zhao Siqing and frowned, trying to see her more clearly.

And at this time, I don't know who pushed whom.

Zhao Siqing squeezed forward, bowing his head slightly and walking past one of Du Wei's subordinates.

The crowd quickly staggered, and Du Wei stared at Zhao Siqing's back and said urgently: "Quick, stop that woman for me!" ”

His subordinates looked at it when they heard it, but more than a dozen women were all wearing the same clothes, all of them were pretty, and they couldn't tell who was who.

Du Wei picked up the crowd and chased after Zhao Siqing in person.

Zhao Siqing glanced back at him, her heart beating fast.

She quickly withdrew her gaze and ran briskly onto the stage.

The dancing women also rushed up, and Zhao Siqing mixed in with it, her throat seemed to be about to smoke, thirsty and hot.

She looked back in Du Wei's direction and met the pair of vicious eyes.

Zhao Siqing's breathing was a little shorter.

What to do?

Where to run?

Her eyes fell on the stage, looking for an exit.

In a dazzling light and shadow, accompanied by deafening music, the air is mixed with the heavy smell of smoke, wine, and perfume.

Everywhere there is the restless desire of people with nowhere to put it.

When his subordinates followed, Du Wei said coldly: "The second row, the third on the right." ”

"Yes!"

Immediately, his men rushed to the stage.

Zhao Siqing has been paying attention to the movement here, her legs are a little weak, and she wonders how likely it is to jump off the stage and run away.

At this moment, the manager stopped Du Wei's people.

"Mr. Du, our Brother Long agreed that you came in to arrest people to sell your old man's face, but you can't smash the signboard of Bellagio." The manager smiled and said to Du Wei, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

Du Wei frowned and said, "That woman is very important to us. ”

The manager smiled: "Of course, of course! But if you rush to the stage and smash our field today, where will we put our Bellagio face? ”

Du Wei's face was a little gloomy, and he stared at Zhao Siqing's back tightly and didn't make a sound.

The manager continued: "I'm really sorry, after all, you also know that it's not easy for us to eat, and everyone who comes to this Bellagio is either rich or expensive, if you accidentally upset someone, Brother Long will settle the account on my head." ”

Du Wei said to his subordinates with a calm face: "Leave a few people here, and the rest will go to the stage to block." ”

"Yes!"

*

Zhao Siqing was on stage, and he couldn't keep up with other people's movements at all.

She wouldn't have it, and with her skirt too short and Chu Yue's diary tied to her legs, she didn't dare to move too much.

She is born and has a cold temperament, so that she is particularly eye-catching in a group of women with heavy makeup.