Walking into the noisy nightclub, the loud and piercing heavy metal music and the brilliant lights flickering violently make people feel like they have strayed into a bizarre psychedelic world.

The air was filled with the strong smell of hormones and alcohol, and the rumbling sound of the waves made the four walls faintly vibrate.

The empty area in the middle is crowded with red men and women who go out at night to have fun.

They writhed wildly on the dance floor, releasing their inner passion or stress.

Others either sit on the edge of the bar and drink alone; Or just gather in the box in the corner, bow your head and laugh and whisper.

In the center of the dance floor, coolly dressed and hotly dressed women swayed to their heart's content, attracting the fiery gaze of a large group of male creatures.

They are like prey and hunters to each other, roaming back and forth with ambiguous or provocative eyes, as if they are engaged in a covert and invisible pursuit.

This thriving nightclub was originally a steel factory owned by the Quinn Consortium and was abandoned after the Great Depression.

Until Oliver Quinn returns from a desert island and asks his mother Moira to leave the place.

Tommy, the heir to the Quinn family and his best friend, spent a lot of money to reinvent it into a nightclub, hoping to make it their first career for the two rich boys.

Of course, this is just a façade on the surface.

Oliver's real purpose is to use the nightclub as a cover to facilitate the day-to-day tasks of the vigilante.

Otherwise, the son of a young rich man will not see anyone every night, and after a long time, it will naturally arouse suspicion.

Unfortunately, Oliver Quinn's plan was only halfway through before he was sent to prison by Leo, and then recruited to the Celestial Eye Society and assigned to South America to deal with Knell.

And after the lockdown of this nightclub was lifted at the Star City Police Station, Tommy Merlin, as another owner, did not resell it, and still chose to stick to business.

It lasted until the rich boy, who was once known as the strongest partner with Oliver Quinn, was forced to take over the family business because his father Malcolm Merlin became the new ninja master.

This nightclub, which has gone through two owners, has once again changed hands and fallen into the hands of Thea Quinn.

As for why this daughter of the Quinn family dropped out of school to run a nightclub, it is another cliché story about a rebellious girl.

"Business seems to be doing well."

Leo sat on the edge of the bar, holding a beer and looking around.

On the dance floor, there are energetic hot chicks, as well as mature men roaming around to hunt for beauty, DJing on the circular staircase, constantly stirring up the atmosphere.

"I still think Mr. Quinn is more talented as a nightclub owner than being a vigilante."

Leo couldn't help but mutter.

Although this nightclub is just a cover for people's ears.

But it can be seen that Oliver has put a lot of thought into it, with various grades and brands of drinks, young and beautiful waiters, and an extremely excellent DJ team and hardware equipment.

So after his arrest as a vigilante, the business of nightclubs continued to flourish, attracting a large number of young men and women, many of whom were children of wealthy families in high society.

"The target is in the corridor on the second floor, in the third box on the right."

Helena's voice came from the miniature headset.

Obviously, the reason why Leo appeared on such occasions unusually was because of his cameo appearance as a helper of the vigilante team.

He raised his hand and motioned for the bartender to bring him a glass of whiskey on the rocks, and then his gaze swept the second-floor corridor as if he were casually sweeping.

At the top of the stairs stood a few Asian faces, suits and leather shoes, with serious expressions, not at all like people who came to a nightclub to have fun.

There are also traces of tattoos on the cuffs of their wrists, and their waists are slightly bulging, which should be weapons.

"Actually, I can break into that box alone, and then solve all the troubles in Yakuza in Japan, a gang of fierce and violent people, relying on guns to take the territory and business of Star City, I can't help but think too well."

Leo leaned back to the bar, as if talking to himself.

"I'm going to find out the buyers behind them and cut off the channel, so these little mice, let them go for the time being."

Helena was speechless about Leo's brutal approach of "kill them all and solve all the problems".

"Well, listen to you. But I feel like I'm going to be able to get things done tonight if I stay a few more minutes. ”

Leo turned away from the bar, ignoring the many regretful glances behind him.

With just a limited-edition watch on his wrist, a hand-tailored high-end suit, and a youthful face that is attractive to women, it is easy to become a perennial winner in a nightclub hunt.

"Actually, I don't mind if you choose any of the women on the dance floor to spend a nice night."

If it weren't for Helena's cold voice, maybe Leo would have really believed it.

It is a well-known fact that in some cases, women always like to say the opposite.

If you believe it, it's not going to end well.

"I feel that I am the one who suffers, the name of the hermit of Star City, I can't lose it so easily."

Leo took a glass of whiskey and walked to the lounge area on the second floor.

Stepping on the boiling rhythm of the nightclub, his steps staggered, like a drunk guest, muttering something in his mouth.

I have to say that just from the perspective of acting skills, Leo's performance can be called perfect.

"I'm sorry, man"

The icy liquid of whiskey spilled onto an Asian face at the top of the stairs, and Leo pressed one hand on the other's shoulder as if he were about to fall.

"Go Further"

The Asian face scolded in broken English.

It's easy to tell from the accent that he's Japanese.

Leo was violently pushed away and slammed into the railing.

His mouth was full of wine, his eyes were hazy, and his face was slightly playful.

"I'm sorry to have a drink haha"

Leo staggered to the booth area on the second floor with an empty wine glass.

"The tracking device is on the guy's clothes, and the mission is complete."

Leo leaned on the seat of the booth, and his eyes were still half drunk.

He and Ms. Siva had faced many murderous and cunning gangsters and drug lords and even dictatorial warlords before.

This kind of Japanese Yakuza is just a little minion to pass the time in Leo's eyes.

If he wants to clean it up, he can let the Japanese know how close they are to hell tonight.

But leave it to the huntress

It's fun to make occasional cameos as vigilantes, but if Leo really wears a uniform to maintain law and order, then he still refuses in his heart.

"You can have fun with peace of mind, I'll wait until they make a deal and keep tracking."

Helena's voice rang out over the communication channel, and Felicity interjected

"When you flirt, can you take care of my mood?"

Faced with the female secretary's grievances, Leo shook his head and smiled.

He cut off the communication channel and continued to pretend to be drunk and head to the bathroom.

As he passed around the corner, a rickety young body crashed into Leo's arms.

The smell of alcohol came from the other person, and he reached out to support the young girl who looked like she had drunk too much.

"Miss, are you alright?"

He almost didn't hold the drunk girl steady, and the other party's soft body slammed into him, and there was a close contact.

"Let go of me, you're Leo White"

The girl said vaguely, subconsciously pushing the strange man away.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes glazed over.

"Miss Thea Quinn, could it be that the nightclub owner still has a wine escort service?"

Leo didn't expect to run into Oliver's sister, a real rebellious girl.

"It's so late, you should go home."