Supreme pardon

The rude yelling was accompanied by the heart-piercing cries of the young woman. Wen Renjue looked up and saw a long-haired girl in a uniform short skirt struggling and writhing on the ground on the booth beside the stage. , two men on the left and one on the right were holding her hostage, and the round-faced man with the yellow hair behind was tearing her leather vest.

Working in a place like a nightclub, the dress will inevitably be more revealing, but, if you are a prostitute, you can tell at a glance, often girls who are willing to betray themselves will tacitly wear red long skirts, and those who wear nightclub uniforms are just free drinks. Tip occasionally to survive.

Although the body is not necessarily clean, there are rules even in chaotic places.

The round-faced man with yellow hair made such an action in public, no matter which gang was watching, there would definitely be obstacles.

The three hall masters who accompanied Wen Ren Jue looked ugly, and repeatedly assured their abilities to the new gang master, and only brought people to the first venue to inspect tonight, but it turned out that the sofa hadn't warmed up yet, and this trouble.

However, seeing the young gang leader's face was cold, his eyes were calm, and he didn't say a word. The manager quickly approached with a few strong men.

After driving away some nearby onlookers, the steward who led the younger brother came forward, grabbed the yellow-haired man's wrist with one hand, stopped his movements, and said with a smile on his face: "Young master, are you drunk?" right?"

"Who the hell are you talking about drinking too much? Does I seem to have drunk too much?" The young man with blurred eyes and a disdainful expression wanted to shake off the hand in charge. The man got anxious and roared angrily: "Do you know who I am? How dare you offend Lao Tzu for such a bitch?"

"I don't know who you are, but what you are doing now is against the rules. Xiaomei is just a pourer. If you are interested, I will ask Fuxi to accompany you."

The age of the steward looked young, in his early thirties at most, but the round-faced, yellow-haired man was younger, with his eyebrows and eyes at most twenty.

But his arrogance is enough to make most people in the field click their tongues.

There are nearly ten million people in Fuxing City, a mixed bag of fish and dragons, numerous big and small families, and no one is so respectable that everyone knows it. The manager of the Zhanchi Gang can be assigned to the largest place to be stationed because of his cleverness and courage. There are many thorns in the game, and tonight's one is not too difficult.

Because I don't know the specific identity of the other party for the time being, but judging by the person's posture, the steward is worried about provoking someone who shouldn't be provoked, so his attitude is quite kind.

No matter what the yellow-haired man said, he still smiled and waved back.

Wearing a big red cheongsam and a small coat, the young woman walked forward with her plump buttocks twisted, Lan Hua tapped the back of the yellow-haired man's hand lightly, and breathed like Lan, "Master, don't be angry, I will play games with you tonight." ."

These men and women who sell their bodies in the venue need the protection of the watching gang, and the Wings Gang will also draw a certain percentage of their income.

There are more quarrels and jealousies in the night scene. Sometimes they cooperate with gangs, giving people face with bad faces and good faces, and most people stop making trouble.

This woman named Fuxi may not understand other things, but she knows very well how to give a man face.

As she spoke, her body was wrapped around the man's chest as if she had no bones.

The big eyes flickered, looking at each other shyly and affectionately.

The middle-aged steward winked at the younger brothers behind him, telling them to let go of the entourage of the yellow-haired man who was pulled aside, led the manager of the nightclub forward, and waved his big hand: "We will pay for all your expenses in this shop tonight." You get [-]% off."

This is to save face and have a liking.

In most cases, ordinary guests also compromise.

The steward always had a smile on his face, but his eyes were gloomy. He had just hinted to the younger brother beside him to ask people to quickly find out what kind of Buddha is in front of him.

If there is no background or only a little background, he will never let the other party lightly.

It's not good to blackmail someone and cause trouble, but they actually jumped on the head of their Spreading Wings Gang to act wildly.

"Huh? You think I'm short of money? What are you kidding, you bastard!"

"Ahhhh, it hurts! Let me go, woo~" Fu Xigang was still sticking to the man's chest shyly, until the man above her head grabbed her hair and threw it aside mercilessly. She curled up and dared not Come forward.

The face of the manager of the Spreading Wings Gang also changed instantly.

This yellow-haired, round-faced man didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, but he was so aggressive that he refused to let it go.

Knowing that things might be difficult to deal with, the middle-aged manager in suits and leather shoes turned his head and ordered coldly, "Take Xiaomei down."

Although I don't know the specific identity of the yellow-haired man, but the other party has made it clear tonight that he wants to find trouble. No matter what, the Spreading Wings Gang can't back down, otherwise why are they still messing around in the road in the future?

The girl who delivered the wine before was actually injured by the yellow-haired man, but she was lying on the ground and no one noticed. After being helped up, the corners of her mouth kept bleeding, and she looked very pitiful.

"not bad."

The movement attracted the attention of some people, including Wenren Jue who later walked to the oblique corner.

He didn't get too close, and if he was recognized by the several hall masters of the Zhanchi Gang, he might not be able to observe properly.

The complexions of the hall masters following behind were different, but the same thing was the annoyance shot out of their eyes.

It was the first time I accompanied the gang leader to go out on inspections, and ended up encountering such a thing. If the stewards are not settled tonight, doesn't it just mean that they have no way to control them and are useless?

Wen Renjue didn't seem to know what they were thinking, and nodded as he looked at the calm steward who was dealing with conflicts in the "lively" center.

Fortunately, what he heard was not some kind of scolding, Anshun, who was the closest to Wenrenjue, heaved a sigh of relief, and said cautiously, "How about I go over there?"

The matter didn't calm down, but the man with yellow hair became more and more emotional. Anshun was afraid that there would be a bigger mess, so he couldn't wait to step forward and solve it himself.

"Need not."

Wen Renjue replied indifferently, staring at the yellow-haired man in the distance, and said calmly: "See what's wrong with his expression."

"Expression?" Anshun was stunned together with the two stewards behind him, observing carefully. After a while, one of them hesitated and said, "Extremely excited?"

Wen Renjue said calmly: "His eyes."

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul. This is true. A person's mental state can be easily judged through his eyes.

Under the jumping lights of the nightclub, Anshun and the others didn't pay attention at first, but now they were reminded by the gang leader, they looked carefully for a long time.

Afterwards, Anshun remained silent, and suddenly said loudly: "Did you take medicine?"

"It does, but why is it so effective?"

The Spreading Wings also took Baiyao. They could judge whether a person was smoking or not by looking at their expressions, but no matter how much they smoked, it was impossible to make a person so excited, so they didn't think about it at first.

After just talking for a while, the yellow-haired man who was still arguing in the distance suddenly started to dance with his hands and feet, looking very excited.

Such exaggerated movements of hands and feet combined with his unusually fierce words...

Among the crowd of onlookers, some people have already started talking loudly.

The manager of Zhanchi Gang, who was in the center of the "right and wrong", slumped, and said no more, he had someone forcefully pull the yellow-haired man past the back door.

Since it can't be solved properly, the only way to do this is to throw the person out first, otherwise, if this continues to disturb the serious business of the nightclub, people will still be watching.

This is the case with the gangs watching the scene. If they are not able to maintain the order of a field, they will soon be replaced by others.

It's okay if you don't touch the man with yellow hair, but when you touch him, the man immediately becomes manic, and his body suddenly starts to twitch in anger.

Such a scene, caught off guard, pulled the yellow-haired man's wings to help the younger brother let go, the yellow-haired man's head hit the ground first, rolled and vomited white foam, causing the surrounding crowd to scream and avoid.

"Master? How are you, master?"

"Let us go! Young master, woo woo, are you alright, young master?" There was a sharp cry from the entourage.

Wen Renjue stood where he was and didn't go forward. The three Zhanyi Gang's hall masters beside him had dark faces, and their pupils were so gloomy that they could drip water.

The person was already like this, and the steward also felt that something was wrong, he didn't dare to throw the person out in such a reckless manner before he found out the identity of the other party, and ignored the crying entourage beside the other party, he hurriedly ordered the little brother at the side, Carry the person upstairs to the room for treatment.

Wen Renjue watched the whole process calmly, turned his head and told the people around him coldly, "Find out the identity of the other party, trouble is coming."

"what?"