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A beautiful golden coast has a limited area. As early as when this golden coast was first developed, the site occupying a first-line sea view has been divided up by several top resort hotels, which also means that every section of the golden beach that is several kilometers long There is a resort hotel just a few minutes away.

"What time does my scheduled massage start?"

Drying his hair with a dry towel, the man who got up from the private pool on the balcony of the hotel suite opened his hands and let the servant with his head down put on his bathrobe.

While following Mingchen into the room, the butler replied, "Two o'clock in the afternoon, sir."

"I'll go back to my room to rest first. When the masseuse arrives, I ask her to come directly to my room."

"Yes, sir."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on the bedroom door on time.

"Please come in." The man who was sitting on the bed watching a movie glanced towards the door, and a formally dressed masseur stood outside the door.

The room is burning with soothing incense, the bathrobe is down to the waist, the man in the massage room in the bedroom is lying face down on the comfortable massage bed, a pair of soft hands are applying essential oil and rubbing him gently and heavily. shoulder and neck.

"I heard that you are the best massage therapist in this area." With his eyes closed, the overly comfortable man said lazily.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir." The well-maintained masseuse, about 40 years old, replied.

"The big star in the Mangrove Forest Hotel in the Coastal Center must also like your service." Opening his eyes, Ming Chen sat up on the bed with his hands on his hands, and the masseuse at the side seemed to be stunned for a moment.

He looked at the woman and smiled like a gentleman: "Why don't you talk to me about big stars?"

"...Sorry sir, I have to do it for the customer—" His eyes widened instantly, and the masseuse's frightened pupils reflected a silver dagger aimed at her throat.

"Hush—quiet," the man gently shook the silver dagger in his hand, a silver light streaked across the air, and the wick of the incense candle burning by the bed was cut off at some point, " I give you two choices, take a generous reward from me, or watch your head fall to the ground with your own eyes."

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There are bodyguards around the expensive big star at all times. It is actually not difficult for Mingchen to get close to Wu Xin, but he doesn't want to reveal his identity yet.

In the private massage room of Mangrove Hotel, the big star put on a bathrobe, walked in with a straight face, stepped on slippers, glanced at the masseuse he was familiar with, and said, "Help me massage my waist more today." .”

"Yes, sir." The masseuse standing on the side smiled. If you look closely, you can find that the fingertips under the sleeves are slightly trembling. Wu Xin will not overdo a familiar masseuse with an ordinary face. Paying more attention, I just lay down on the massage table and closed my eyes.

The masseuse walked nearby, lit up essential oils, and massaged Wu Xin as usual, but the big star fell asleep after a while.

"He has passed out." The masseuse trembled her hands slightly, and looked pitifully at the man who came out of the darkness, "I have already done what you asked me to do, please, can you let me go?" past me?"

"Shhh—" His slender and clean fingers were lightly pressed against his lips, Ming Chen hooked his fingers to signal the masseuse to come over, and precisely knocked the woman out when the other party came tremblingly.

"Hello, big star." The gorgeous and deep tone was as smooth and cold as silk. Ming Chen lifted his leg and stepped over the masseuse who fell on the ground to sit beside Wu Xin who was inhaling essential oil mixed with drugs. A small bottle of red liquid came out, pinched Wu Xin's jaw and poured the liquid into it.

Putting the bottle away, Ming Chen took out a square scarf and waved it at Wu Xin's nose.

At the moment when the comatose star was about to wake up, Ming Chen covered the opponent's mouth, and the masked man pressed down on the frightened star tightly, aiming a pocket gun at him. touched Wu Xin's temple.

"Shh - don't shout and don't shout, my gun is faster than your mouth, you know?"