"Let's go with peace of mind, brother, Tang Ya and I will be optimistic about Dean in the next six months."

The giant-like Jacob put his arm around the young man's shoulders, stood on the side of the road outside the courtyard with Tang Ya, and waved his hand at the Indian man in a black leather jacket on the motorcycle, and the warm morning light shone on the faces of the three of them with a trace of reluctance.

For Dean, in just a few days, his uncle has really helped him a lot, living materials, psychological guidance, especially in combat training, if he stays and continues to stay for a while, then he can enjoy painful and happy fighting every night to improve his speed.

It is worth mentioning that after the fighting upgrade last night, the upgrade efficiency plummeted, and I trained with Pakui with all my might, and I could only get 1 proficiency point in an hour...

……

"Boy, don't forget my words," Paqui, who was straddling the motorcycle, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "stop being a shrunken turtle who is bullied." ”

"Jacob needs money."

"Don't fall behind in wrestling training, wait until I come back and check it out."

"If you don't train hard, don't blame me for beating you all over the ground to find your teeth!"

"Gone!"

"Take care, Paqui!" Dean shouted and waved at him.

Boom –

Paqui put on his helmet and twisted the handlebars, and the exhaust pipe let out an earth-shattering roar, and the whole motorcycle rushed out like an arrow from the string, disappearing at the end of the block in the blink of an eye.

……

"Don't be sad, kid." Tang Ya said with a loving face, "Go to Auntie's house and try the freshly baked apple pie." ”

"Don't torture this kid with sweets. Tonight, let's have another barbecue? Jacob's big thick hand rubbed Dean's short hair,

Dean was thinking about how to refuse, and suddenly a black pickup truck drove up on the other side of the long street, and a hand reached out of the window and waved at him.

"My friend came, and I made an appointment with him to go out today, and he would come late. You don't have to worry about me! ”

……

"Had a good night's rest." Rust glanced at his friend's face, turned the steering wheel, and the car slowly turned around, "What do you say now?" ”

"Today, Saturday, Balcadisco is also open during the day, and I want to go and see it again."

"Hmm. By the way, Dean, guess who I just saw on the road? Rust looked straight ahead, and his side face showed a hint of imperceptible envy,

Seeing this, Dean immediately had a number in his heart,

"I remember you said you had a birthday party at the Moncarlo Hilltop Villa on the weekend... It's Bob's guys. ”

"I can't hide anything from you. A dozen bastards on the baseball team with a bunch of cheerleading girls sitting in Bob's red Ferrari... Tsk, I went to the city center like a holiday, and it is estimated that there will be a big purchase, and there is a sleepless night in his villa tonight. ”

"Man, you can go if you want." Dean said sincerely, "I can do it alone." ”

Rust shook his head,

"Forget, we're a detective duo, the best partners, advance and retreat together, let Bob go to hell! Think about how to get into the ballroom and get the surveillance footage! ”

……

It was almost nine o'clock in the morning when the two men arrived on the long street.

During the day, Balcadisco's doors were open, and the bodyguards at the door were still the same black and white that had been hot and cold last night.

"Why don't you get a fake driver's license of sufficient age first?" Rust suggested with a big brain,

Dean immediately vetoed,

"There's no need to make it so complicated, when the ballroom has a guest later, we'll buy him first, let him enter the ballroom, open the back door, and let us slip in."

So the two waited across the road, because there were few customers during the day, and the two of them ate the mustard salmon sushi prepared by Rust's mother.

"Rust, is Grace really just a hotel lobby manager?" Dean doesn't like raw food, but he can't refuse his friend's hospitality, so he reluctantly eats a piece, "How do I feel that my family's food and clothing are more luxurious than ordinary rich children?" ”

"Hmm... Grace does a good job, working overtime every day, and the hotel boss often gives her bonuses... Hmm..."Rust chewed with pleasure, his eyes narrowing into half a moon, "and besides, I have some of my dad's pension left?" Anyway, don't be polite to me. ”

……

The two of them secretly observed here, and at one moment moved their noses at the same time.

Dean looked up.

A homeless man in tattered clothes was walking slowly across the road.

He was of medium height, neither fat nor thin, with a full beard that was undecipherable of his age, and was munching on a hot dog, when a sudden gust of wind blew his tattered khaki coat, his black hair sticky into a tuft, and his unshaven beard shook violently.

All of a sudden, the smell of sweat that he hadn't bathed for a long time, and the rancid smell of fermented food residue on his hair came from him.

Dean wrinkled his nose and quietly tensed his body in front of Rust.

"Good morning, don't be nervous, I'm Tam, I'm not malicious. I've been watching you for a long time, you want to get into Balcadisco, but you're not old enough, right? I can get you in! ”

The homeless man clarified his meaning directly with a hoarse and magnetic, bass-like voice, and next to the black blindfold, the single eye slowly swept over the two of them, and the light was bright and scary, as if he had seen through the hearts of the two.

Dean was inexplicably nervous.

"You, help us in?" Rust looked the sloppy homeless man up and down, and his face was full of resistance, "You drunkard, you don't even have decent clothes, the bodyguards will let you in?" ”

I'm afraid I'll be kicked out, right?

"Haha, rich people spend money, and the homeless man has his own exclusive secret recipe for the homeless, so I'll mix this mouthful." Old Tyme grinned, his thick black beard and one-eyed eyes making his smile grim and hideous.

Dean looked carefully and confirmed that this guy was the drunken beggar who was lying next to the trash can last night.

"Okay, old Tem, there's no such thing as a free lunch, what do you want to order, we're just ordinary students, we don't have much money."

"Old Tame's request is very simple, when you go in, you will invite me to a glass of whiskey, a glass of rum, a glass of vodka... Accompany Old Tyme for a good disco dance. It costs less than $20. ”

"It's as simple as that?" Dean and Rust exchanged a look, both with question marks written all over their faces.

A strange homeless man suddenly came over and greeted them.

No one can accept it immediately.

"I'll earn some wine to drink, and if you can't get in, you won't lose! If I really don't want to, I'll leave immediately! ”

Seeing the two of them's concern, Tim shrugged casually.

Dean rubbed his fists and warned,

"Man, if you look at our young age and make fun of us, then my fist won't spare you!"

"I know the boss of the motorcycle gang," Rust also let out cruel words with a tender face, "Dare to deceive people, don't want to mess around in Vegas in the future!" ”

"Don't be so grumpy, you two, my old bones can't withstand a few punches, but old Tyme never lies, especially a good-hearted person like you. Follow me, you will understand whether it is true or not. ”

As he spoke, Tame turned and walked slowly towards the ballroom door, humming music and shaking his shoulders and wrists, stepping out of his steps from side to side as if he were dancing to a disco that didn't exist.

Is this guy reliable?

Dean and Rust exchanged a look.

Hesitantly followed.

……

What happened next turned Dean and Rust's imagination on its head.

The homeless man staggered to the door of the ballroom and whispered something to the two bodyguards, but they didn't hear him.

I saw the bodyguard standing stupidly in place, looking at the street in front of him without squinting, and let the three of them enter the door as if he had been immobilized.

As soon as the light dimmed, through the somewhat stuffy red-carpeted corridor, the three of them entered the spacious hall, and a strong air conditioner rushed into their faces, and Dean felt as if he had suddenly entered winter, and his whole body was shivering.

He looked around at the dance floor in the center of the first floor, a bar full of wine cabinets on the left, where the bartender quietly wiped down bottles, and a table and chair and private room to the right.

In broad daylight, the dance hall was in a bleak business, except for six beautiful young men on the dance floor, three men and three women, dancing.

Dean guessed that he was a student in a dance department, and there were few people who came to practice during the day.

The boys are all black shirts and bell bottoms, the women's tight tank tops, and sexy short skirts that show off their long legs, with music, they writhe one-on-one on the dance floor, their postures are bewitching, dynamic, full of enthusiasm and vitality.

The familiar disco grew louder and louder, and the sound echoed through the hall.

One way ticket

One way ticket to the blue

……

Spherical lights on the ceiling rotate and emit a dazzling array of lights.

Shine on the sparkling sweat on the faces of the six people on the dance floor,

The two rookies, Dean and Rust, looked confused.

In two lifetimes, Dean had never been in a dance hall, and he was too noisy and noisy.

But the first time I came, I unexpectedly felt good.

"Well, I'm relaxing too?"

Rust, who has always been conservative and timid, was attracted by the atmosphere, humming music and shaking his shoulders, his face full of excitement.

You can't go to Bob's house for a party at night, so it's a good day to have a disco.

"Don't be in a hurry to dance." Tramp Tame beckoned to them at the bar by the hall and grinned at the bartender, "Rum, vodka, whiskey, they pay." ”

"It's the same three cups!"

Rust sat on Tyme's left hand, a strange flush on his cheeks.

"Two glasses, I don't drink." Dean sat on his right hand, keeping his principles in mind.

The bartender's gaze swept over three faces questioningly—a scruffy beggar, two teenagers, how did they get in.

Did the bodyguard at the door fall asleep standing up?

But he's a bartender with a professional ethic, and he honestly takes the bottle out of the wine cabinet behind him.

Kiss.

Acrobatic wrist flare three times.

Bang la blah.

The pale yellow whiskey arrived in a full glass.

Tym snatched it and took a small sip, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction,

"Hiccup... That's the smell... A hundred drinks are not enough... How can a man not drink alcohol? Old Tim looked at Dean regretfully, "Without it, life would be dull." ”

Dean smiled, he wasn't here to dance and drink, business mattered, so he warned,

"More than 100 people die every year from various complications caused by alcohol and alcohol..."

"Stop! Dean, this is a dance hall, a place to have fun, don't talk about those bad things! Rust's eyes widened in displeasure and he stirred up a little emotion, "Can't we have a good day?" ”

"That's right, don't let us turn against you."

The homeless man raised his glass to the little man beside him, and Rust was like a bird escaping his cage, eager to raise his glass.

Gollum!

Gulp it down!

Wine irritates the throat!

Burst!

Rust instantly transforms into a jet, and whiskey renders a dazzling waterfall in mid-air, spraying Tyme all over his face.

Rust's cheeks flushed from shame and intoxication, and Tyme didn't mind wiping the wine stains from his beard.

"Impatient young man, whisky is like life, take a small sip and taste it slowly, so that it can exude a unique flavor in the mouth, and only then can you appreciate its wonderful."

Dean shook his head at this.

"Let's talk first... I'm going to do something. “

In the northwest corner of the ballroom, the stairs lead to the second floor in the dark, and unsurprisingly, the monitoring room is above.

……