Just when Tomoto Amuro was playing games, a club not far from Mingjue's house was very lively.

This is a high-end entertainment club that serves women in contrast to some places that serve men.

They are circulated in urban legends and novels, and are few who have truly seen the "Cowherd" shop.

I want to go and have no acquaintances to lead the way, and I can't even find the way.

On the stage, men with a male-shaped body temperament were wearing tight white shirts. Even though they were wrapped in clothes, their muscle lines were clearly visible.

Each of them has outstanding looks, but they have their own characteristics. Most of them have high noses, deep bridges, and eyes that are foreigners.

They danced handsome and charming dances, and occasionally fired electricity and gave a charming look, which caused cheers from the crowd below to cheer.

The decibels of women seem to be sharp, especially when people gather together, but the cheers and screams of so many people are not heard outside.

During the day, the man Amuro met leaning against the dark corner smoking. Next to him was the entrance to an underground garage. The underground garage seemed to be in disrepair. The road surface was bumpy and there was no light.

Looking down, the dark passage is like a huge mouth of an abyss, and if you are not careful, you will swallow people.

But it was like this kind of shabby parking lot, with a sign next to it with high parking fees.

Fifty yuan per hour.

Faced with such high costs, no one in the surrounding old town would choose to park his car here.

This has led to few people going down to see what this underground parking lot looks like and whether there is any parking inside.

In places where few people notice, a hidden infrared camera encompasses the entire entrance to the parking lot.

The smoking man stood against the wall for a while, looked at the camera, threw away the cigarette butts casually and stepped on it, put on a mask, tightened his coat, stepped over the landing rod of the vehicle blocking, and walked into the underground parking lot.

This parking lot looks like a parking lot, but it is actually a parking lot. Although it looks a little dark outside, when you drive in, the sensing light will light up, allowing you to see the parking spaces in the garage.

This is the appearance of an ordinary parking lot. The only thing that can be said is that there is no one to take care of it, and there are spider webs on the ceiling.

The man walked along the dark road with ease. He had walked here many times, knowing the location of each pillar.

Pull open a thick iron door and walk into a small room, which has a staircase leading to the second floor underground.

He walked into a room along the way.

In the room, a woman wearing a cheongsam and cigar in her mouth was sitting on the boss's chair watching the surveillance camera. When she saw him coming in, she frowned.

"Go out again?"

"Go out and have some breath." The man said distractedly.

Seeing his attitude, the woman knocked the table with her diamond-covered nails:

"Didn't you tell you not to go out casually recently?! Don't you know your current situation? The police have been running here recently. If you are looking for death, don't pull everyone!"

Upon hearing this, the man wearing a mask showed a little sarcastic look on his face.

His current situation? Why did he end up in this situation?

I can't show up in front of others, and I stay in this basement all year round. I occasionally want to go out for some breathing and have to keep my face mask, for fear that I will be recognized by others...

"I know, if I die, I will die alone. I will not take you back..."

He said coldly, turned around and left without any shame.

"You guy!" Seeing the other party so disrespectful, the woman said with a cigar in her mouth.

Isn’t it just that I was wanted, it seems like I was wronged.

Why didn’t you face the realization of the current situation when doing it?

Things are a foregone conclusion here...

The man went down to the third floor underground. Unlike the silent parking lot above, the third floor underground was a completely different world.

The handsome waiter in uniform walked through various booths with a tray, and was pulled by the guests from time to time, and the bright light shone on his waist and touched him.

They had a smile on their faces that had formed muscle memories, and they were not angry or angry at all kinds of "savage hands".

This is a Cowherd's house in the popular sense, but most of the waiters here are foreigners with exquisite appearances.

Most of them were trafficked from various countries at a young age, while the few had been around for five or six years, and the longer they were over ten years.

These people are far away from their hometowns, have no identity, have not received much education, and even if they have grown up, they cannot seek other ways to live. They can only continue to stay here and sit in this job of pleasing customers.

Their here is similar to a bar, and their main business is wine, plus chat and drink.

Special services are not recommended, but if customers want to have more in-depth communication, it is the matter between customers and the service industry. They do not interfere with freedom after get off work, and it has nothing to do in the store.

Of course, that's all, everyone knows that this is just a banner to divert risks.

Although I will not be investigated normally, I really think that I am investigated, and this set of arguments may help me.

The man sat in a remote corner and drank, his eyes swept over the guests in the hall from time to time.

The performances on the stage continued, and the pleasant laughter of guests came from time to time.

He was a little bored, and he drank one glass after another.

Perhaps because his temperament was incompatible with the place, a somewhat bored guest sat opposite him.

"Handsome guy, do you want a drink together?"

Looking at the guest in front of him with hot and delicate makeup, the man's eyes drooped and an inexplicable curve raised to the corner of his mouth.

The sound of the cup wall colliding sounded, he said:
Chapter completed!