> chap. XII

The big Shanghai nightclubs were full of black cars, and in the forties there were 21,000 registered car license plates in Shanghai, second only to a few cities in the United States, and it was an international metropolis at that time. Two well-dressed men who resemble modern doormen guide the parking of vehicles in front of the nightclub, and Lin Li is not stopped by anyone when he walks into Shanghai.

Even the Japanese didn't dare to take the gold glory in old Shanghai, and ordinary people who had the courage to come here to make trouble. At this time, although Huang Jinrong had resigned from the post of inspector of the French Concession, the French Concession Police Department still hired him as a senior adviser, and the Police General Bureau wanted to handle cases in the concession without Huang Jinrong, and should have respect for the young gang tycoon who had accepted Jiang Baiti as his apprentice, and all the powerful forces such as the old Shanghai Black and White Army. Other nightclubs need to be constantly patrolled to prevent disturbances, but here they don't.

The faint smell of wine permeated his nose, Lin Li's eyes swept from the interior of this nightclub, the situation here was different from what Lin Li imagined, the light of neon lights appeared in the hall, a singer on the stage in the deepest part of the hall was singing, behind the singer a group of beautiful ladies were dancing a very typical dance in the forties, Lin Li had no research on this kind of dance, not to mention that the dance of the forties was a modern dance, and he would not dance.

In front of the stage, a group of well-dressed men and women danced to the music on the dance floor, waiters walked through the dance floor, some of them were drinking, and the people who came here were all big and famous people in Shanghai, who came here more to socialize than to have fun. It is precisely because of this that this place is almost completely different from the bars and nightclubs in Lin Li's impression.

is different from what he imagined, so Lin Li has a feeling that he has no idea where to start, if it is an American bar decades later, he can see at a glance which people are members of the sucking gang, and if he finds them, he will definitely be able to get a gun. But now Lin Li doesn't even know who to look for. Frowning and scolding secretly, Lin Li didn't care about the strange gazes of some people in the nightclub and walked directly to the depths of the nightclub.

"What do you need, sir? How can I help you? A waiter in a small suit and bow tie politely stopped in front of Lin Li, and the corners of his mouth raised a hint of politeness but a little hidden arrogant smile and said to Lin Li. Obviously, Lin Li, who was dressed ordinarily, was treated as a dirt bun who didn't understand the rules, and because he didn't understand the rules, he would dare to break into Huang Jinrong's territory.

"I need a Thompson light machine gun, but obviously you can't give it to me!" Lin Li smiled very sincerely at the waiter. The bright smile made the waiter a little dazed under the high mental power gap, and when the waiter was panicking, Lin Li gently pushed the waiter to the side and continued to walk towards the back of the stage. Many of the people who were drinking near the stage saw this scene with a look of surprise and readiness to watch the show.

"Sir, please don't wander around, guests are not allowed to enter there!" After waiting for Lin Li to take two steps, the messenger suddenly reacted. Quickly caught up with Lin Li, and reached out to grab Lin Li's shoulder. Lin Li raised his hand, his thumb and middle finger overlapped and flicked lightly, 'pop' Lin Li's nails smashed on the back of the waiter's hand, and the waiter screamed fiercely. It felt like my hand had been bitten by a poisonous snake, not only did it hurt, but even my finger bones were about to be broken.

This scream was very abrupt in an environment that was neither quiet nor noisy, and after the waiter's scream, many people immediately looked at him, especially an old man about sixty years old on the second floor frowned and seemed to be a little unhappy. Seeing that the old man's expression was not very good, a middle-aged man in his forties who was slightly thin next to him suddenly gave this look to the people around him. The man nodded, straightened his sleeves, and got ready to go down. …,