After leaving the White Dove Bar, Jack walked towards the hotel where he was staying.

No one followed him—not that he didn't want to, but he didn't dare.

The killers in the Baige Bar are all old people. They won’t take risks like Bing Finger... for curiosity, or some subtle self-esteem mixed with jealousy.

"Sir, do you buy a flower?"

As Jack walked on the street in front of the hotel, a flower-selling girl came forward and asked him softly.

The girl looked fifteen or sixteen years old and looked very clean; she had neither any makeup nor much bookishness, but only a pair of tired and sad eyes.

Although she was wearing long-sleeved clothes, Jack still noticed several scars on the side of her neck and between her wrist.

"It's time for you to go home, little girl." Jack took out a few bills from his wallet and took the small bamboo basket of flowers directly from the girl's hand.

He was not interested in the story of this girl. He just felt that it was wrong to let such a child continue to wander in the middle of the night.

"Thank you! Thank you! Sir!" When the girl saw the amount of the banknotes in her hand, her eyes also became brighter, but when she turned around and thanked her, Jack had already walked away.

…………

A few minutes later, Jack returned to the hotel room with the basket of roses.

The moment he pushed open the door, he heard...the sound of water in the bathroom

Obviously, when he was out, someone came in.

There was also a sign "Do not disturb" hanging outside Jack's door, and there were no carts of cleaners inside and outside the door, so the sound should not be made by the hotel staff.

He almost didn't think about it, so he put the flower basket on the shoe rack next to the corridor inside the door, and took out the pistol in his arms.

Before entering the house, he also stuck a pair of slippers in the gap at the bottom of the door to prevent the door from closing automatically. Then he quietly walked through the aisle and walked into the living room.

He is always ready to deal with ambush that may come from any angle.

But, there was no ambush.

There was just a bag, and a few pieces of clothing - expensive, with the smell of famous brand perfume, women's bags and clothing.

The things were thrown on Jack's bed in a mess, and for a moment he even wondered if he had gone to the wrong room.

But that was undoubtedly impossible... So Jack quickly threw away the idea, walked to the bathroom door, and pushed open the void door.

The bathroom is not big, and when he stands at the door, he can see all the places where he can hide.

At this time, in the shower compartment, there was a person showering.

Judging from the outline on the frosted glass, it was a woman, a woman who could only see the outline, and she would make you feel that her figure was perfect.

Just as Jack was thinking about whether to shoot the other person in the leg first, the woman seemed to have just finished washing.

She closed the faucet, took off the bath towel from above the glass, and before she could completely wrap it up, she opened the door of the glass compartment.

"Ah!" The woman was startled when she saw Jack outside the door, but she quickly gasped and smiled, "Oh, baby, you scared me."

While speaking, she had completely wrapped her bath towel and walked out of the bathroom.

The moment the compartment door was pulled open, Jack realized... this woman was just an ordinary person, so he hurriedly hid the gun in his hand into his pocket of his shirt; fortunately, the water in the bathroom was rising at this moment, and the other party did not notice his actions.

"Hey? Why don't you even close the door?" Soon, the woman's voice came from behind Jack, and the door closed, "Wow, are these flowers for me? You are such considerate gentleman."

"Can I ask... how did you come in?" Jack thought, turning around and walking towards the living room and asked.

"Of course I came in through the door." The woman wrapped in a bath towel and lay on her side on the bed, holding a red rose in her hand. "Oh, by the way, my name is Angel (Angel, one of the most commonly used nicknames for foreign strippers/special industry practitioners). What should you call it, Sweetheart?"

When she said this, she had already started to pose. In addition to looking at Jack with a tempting look, she also stuck out her tongue and licked her lips with a particularly exaggerated movement, and used roses to rub against the bottomless ravines in front of her chest.

"The person who invited you to pay the money." When Jack said this, he didn't even look at the other person, but used his cell phone to take pictures in the room, searching for something.

"Oh yes, although I didn't meet your friend in person, he/she is such a generous person." Angel replied, "When he/she sent me your photos and address, he/she had already sent the money and had a tip." She said this, turned over on the bed and vacated the bed near Jack's side, "I said... why don't you come to communicate with me more deeply?"

"Did you contact me online...so, my face and voice were not left behind, right?" Jack thought for a few words after hearing this.

Two seconds later, he seemed to suddenly think of something, stopped the action at hand, looked at the other party and said, "Have you eaten or drunk in public today?"

"What?" Angel was asked inexplicably. In fact, she was already a little angry at Jack's cold attitude at this moment, but as a person with professional ethics, she still smiled and continued to reply in that seductive and charming manner, "I...uh...I've eaten it. They usually stay in high-end restaurants..."

"Eat this." Before she could finish her words, Jack took out a small iron box from her pocket, took out a pill from it and handed it to her.

"Oh~ Sweetheart, sorry, my service does not include eating these things of unknown origin." Angel replied with a puzzled look on his face.

As an experienced and very professional worker in special industries, Angel knows that some things must not be touched; she has seen many colleagues who are completely damaged by drug addiction or eating something strange... She doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of those people.

"Okay." The next second, Jack responded.

Just when Angel thought the other party had given up, for some reason, she suddenly felt... something foreign object was in her throat. When she came to her senses, her swallowing instinct had already made her swallow the thing.

"You..." Angel didn't see the other party doing anything, but she knew she must have taken the pill, "What are you doing!"

Now that things have come, she no longer needs to smile.

"You bastard..." Angel quickly took out his phone from his bag and pressed the speed dial button. "You better make it clear, what did you eat for me?"

"Anti-donor." Jack was calm and did not react fiercely because of the other party's sudden yell.

"What?" Angel said in surprise, "What poison? Am I poisoned?"

"Don't worry, you may not be poisoned." Jack replied, "It's just that it's possible that you're poisoned." He paused, "Even if you really get it... after taking this antidote, you'll be fine. However, to be on the safe side, I would recommend that you go to the hospital for a blood test tomorrow."

"Spirit!" Angel cursed and started dressing, "I tell you... I won't refund the money. Do you know who I am? If something happens to me, don't run away!"

Jack didn't know who she was, but he could basically infer that Angel was a high-end guy in "that industry", and even the top one; in addition to her very convincing body, her move to call people with her mobile phone immediately when she encountered a situation is also a good proof.

Slap sex-

Soon, the door to the room rang.

Just by listening to the knock on the door, you can know that there is a man outside the door.

This is undoubtedly the "bodyguard" called by Angel. Only expensive "high-end products" can let the bodyguard be on standby nearby when doing business, so as not to encounter any situation.

"Let me drive it." When Jack said this, he had already taken out a bottle of wine from the small freezer beside the bed, and then walked towards the door.

"Ha!" Angel sneer sneered when he saw this, and responded in a soft tone, "Okay~"

Her bodyguard is two meters tall and strong like a cow. She also played mixed martial arts when she was young. In Angel's opinion, a guy like Jack who looks about 1.85 meters tall and neither fat nor thin, let alone a bottle of wine, even a knife or a bat is not her bodyguard's opponent.

Click—

A few seconds later, Angel heard the sound of opening the door, and then a few not very loud conversations came from the corridor outside the door, followed by a few short muffled sounds and the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Hearing the movement, Angel smiled smugly and whispered: "Hmph... deserve it."

At this time, her clothes were almost worn. She leisurely put on the last piece of stockings, tidied up her hair, got up and planned to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, she heard the sound of closing the door again.

Then, Jack's figure appeared again.

He breathed smoothly and walked back to the living room as if nothing had happened, as if he had just gone to the door to get a newspaper, and his clothes and hair were not messed up.

However, for some reason... the bottle in his hand was empty.

"You..." Angel looked at Jack in shock, "This...he..."

"Your friend may have to sleep for a while," Jack said calmly, and walked towards the bed.

Angel stepped back to the wall and slowly moved towards the door: "Listen...man, I..."

"Sit down." Jack didn't listen to her at all, and said two more words in an unquestionable tone.

When Angel heard this, his legs became weak... he just sat down and collapsed on the carpet.

"Hey? The front desk? Well...yes, there is a drunk man lying on the ground in the corridor at my door. Maybe he is drunk. Can you find someone to carry him away? Well... OK, it's okay, goodbye." Jack calmly called the front desk and asked others to wash the floor.

After the fight, he walked towards Angel, helped her up in the other party's horrified gaze, and let her sit on the bed.

Jack himself walked to a corner of the room - a dead corner away from all doors and windows, standing against the wall, saying, "In 10 years, an immoral guy invented a poison in Sakurano Mansion." His speech was unfast, as if he wanted Angel to keep up with his own ideas. "This medicine is ineffective on men and will cause insomnia at most. But if women take it, their bodies will become a moving petri dish within an hour; the poison will continue to act on the endocrine and reproductive systems of women. Although this process will not make them feel any discomfort, twenty-four hours later, when the intensity of the toxicity exceeds a certain threshold, they will die."

At this point, he paused for a few seconds and said, "And another characteristic of this poison is that during the period before the toxicity breaks out, if the infected woman has sex with a man, the toxin will also penetrate into the male's body with her secretions... through the skin or some other means.

"Men who are infected through this form will die quickly within thirty minutes and are hopeless.

"On the contrary, women, as long as they take antidotes before the poison is released, they will be fine and will never be infected again.

"In the circle, we call this medicine 'mantis', which means...you can experience it yourself."

He said this and stopped for a while.

After a moment, Angel looked at him with a dull look on his face: "You mean... I... the medicine you gave me just now..."

Jack nodded and continued, "It's the antidote for the 'Mantis'."

Angel's mind was a little confused now. Because what the other party said was too fantasy, she couldn't tell whether the man in front of her was talking about some kind of imagination or a crazy and cool agent.

But one thing is certain that the person who can easily put her bodyguard down is definitely not something she can deal with... Of course, it is a different matter in bed.

"There is a reason you're here today." After a few seconds, Jack spoke again, "The 'Mantis' is not usually used on people in your industry, because you are likely to cause deaths from others before you get in touch with your target and lead to failure in action. But... 'luxury goods' like you are the exception."

"Thank you." Angel curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Someone has learned my whereabouts and spent a lot of money to invite you here. He/she knows that when the hotel staff see you, they will help you open the door and enter my room with superficiality and malice." Jack continued, "and he/she is hiding somewhere, waiting to see my good show...or, waiting for some opportunity."

"Brother...who are you?" Angel looked at Jack and swallowed nervously.

"It's better not to know." Jack sent the other party's question in one sentence, and immediately changed the subject and said, "Now... since I didn't scan any surveillance equipment in the room, I think the other party is waiting for a situation to happen in a nearby room, up, down, left and right, or in a building near this hotel."

He paused slightly and then said, "The little episode triggered by your bodyguard may have attracted the attention of the other party, but maybe it has not... In any case, I think it's better to do a good job." He stretched out his hand and made a "please" move, "Miss Angel, please start."

"What to start?" Angel was also stunned. Is there any solo in this kind of thing?

"Call it." Jack said.

"Call?" Angel's mouth twitched and he looked at Jack in a squint, "I'm alone? I'm on the bed? I'm screaming?"

"Yes," Jack said, "Please shout louder, preferably the volume that will cause complaints from tenants around you. If you find it convenient, it's better to step on the mattress rhythmically."
Chapter completed!