Song Ci pinched his wrist and rubbed it, revealing a pure natural and pollution-free smile, and said, "Little brother, I'm sorry!" After speaking, Song Ci raised his hand and swung it with a punch, and the strength was just right, and he simply and rudely directly knocked several bodyguards to the ground.

"Whew!" Song Ci blew his fists, clapped his hands, and shook his head as he looked at the few bodyguards who fell to the ground.

It's too unresistant! The quality is not up to par!

Dad talks to you well, and you won't let Dad in, now it's okay, you can only eat Daddy's fist, are you happy?

Song Ci walked past a few people, felt a little in the way, and kicked him twice. Several people were stunned like dead fish, and they didn't react.

The soundproofing here is good, she put down a few bodyguards outside, and the people in the box don't notice it at all.

Song Ci quietly approached the box to inspect it, the other boxes were empty, only the innermost big box was full of people, and there were quite a few people.

The pitch-black eyes rolled around, and the corners of Song Ci's mouth raised a wicked smile, and he turned to leave.

Ten minutes later, Song Ci reappeared at the door of the box, already dressed up and dressed in the clothes of the staff of the "Floating Dream Pavilion".

The staff member's clothes were very special, red and white, the style looked a bit like the uniform of the concierge of a big hotel, and a very foreign hat, just enough to cover her hair.

Changing into this clothes, Song Ci looked like a full tomboy, and then deliberately lowered his tone, and his timbre became thicker, but it was not easy to distinguish for a while.

Song Ci took a few bottles of wine in his hand, bowed his head slightly, and pushed open the door of the box.

The people in the box were indulging in sex, and they didn't notice Song Ci coming in at all, even if someone glanced at it and saw that it was a wine deliverer, they quickly looked away.

Song Ci walked to the sofa, put the wine on the table, deliberately slowed down the movements of his hands, slowly put away the empty bottles, and listened carefully to the movements of the people on the sofa.

"Brother Weilong, you can have another drink with others! You just had a drink with Lili, and everyone wants it too! ”

Hearing the name again, Song Ci glanced in the direction where the sound came from.

Boy!

Sure enough, people are as good as their name!

This Wei Long Brother is really quite powerful!

One person occupies the position of about two or three people, and the body is full of fat, and it feels like oil can drip out when you pinch it. Probably I couldn't buy clothes of the right size, the small vest I was wearing was stretched out, the whole round belly was exposed, the swimming rings were layer after layer, and there were very "domineering" tattoos on the belly, a soaring green dragon.

Gee! Spectacular!

Song Ci didn't dare to look at it more, for fear of being discovered, so he quickly lowered his head and began to empty the wine bottle.

The table was full of wine bottles and fruit bowls, and in addition to these two, there were many needles and some medicine bottles.

Song Ci's brows furrowed, this is why the whole bar is gathering to suck Du!

Li Yunheng is a pit goods, is he stepping on a horse to push his father into the fire pit?

After cursing a few words in his heart, Song Ci quietly put away the empty bottle and turned around to leave.

"Wait."

A voice suddenly came from behind and stopped Song Ci.

Song Ci paused, looked back at the voice, and found that it was the "mighty and domineering" Brother Weilong who stopped her.