Chapter 565 [Rules are rules]

In the alley across the street of the bar, the waitress stood in the darkness wrapped in a coat.

She watched Chen Xiaolian and Xiuxiu rushed out of the bar one after another.

Chen Xiaolian looked around at the bar door, then ran towards the intersection in the south, and Xiuxiu followed closely behind. The two disappeared at the intersection together.

The waitress smiled disdainfully in the darkness.

She took out her cell phone from her coat pocket and found the first phone call from her address book to dial.

The phone was connected soon.

"Boss, someone is in trouble... The other party saw the painting in the store. Well... the other party is Asian, young, male, and with a minor little girl, who is also Asian. Yes, both are."

After a pause, I didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said. The waitress looked solemn: "Yes! I will be careful." As if hesitating, the waitress tentatively said: "Do you want me to find someone to contact them? Don't worry, I will make people feel gentler, maybe I can ask something. Uh... Yes! I understand! I won't act rashly. Uh... what did you say? Now? OK, I'll go over immediately! I understand! I..."

Speaking of this, the waitress glanced at the watch: "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

After hanging up the phone, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and replayed a number. This time she spoke more reserved and arrogantly: "Hey? I'm across the bar, come pick me up now."

After hanging up the phone again, the waitress took out a box of women's cigarettes from her coat, lit one, leaned her back against the wall, and sucked the clouds and mist.

In less than two minutes, before she could finish smoking the cigarette between her fingers, a black extended luxury car turned over from the intersection and quietly stopped in front of her.

A big and thick white man walked out of the cockpit, wearing a suit, but looked rash and a flame tattoo appeared on his neck.

The man walked to the woman and quietly opened the car door. The waitress threw the cigarette butt on the ground like a proud peacock and got into the luxury car.

And all this...

The waitress didn't know that on top of her head, on the rooftop of the four-story building, Chen Xiaolian stepped on the edge of the building with one foot, leaned forward, and quietly watched everything below.

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He had been listening with his ears on his shoulders since the woman called.

Xiuxiu stood behind him and muttered, "I said it a long time ago that she was lying in the bar."

Chen Xiaolian watched the extended luxury car below drive away. He immediately took out something from his storage watch and threw it hard towards it.

With a soothing sound, something broke through the air and gently tapped on the rear of the luxury car. It seemed like a small metal piece, but soon the metal piece automatically deformed and turned into an electronic rush, slowly climbed to the bottom of the car, and disappeared.

...

The extended luxury car walked through the streets and alleys in Bucharest. Along the way, it ignored any traffic lights and drove directly past.

Ten minutes later, I stopped on a street that looked very remote.

However, although there is no one on the sidewalk on this street, there are various luxury cars parked on both sides of the road.

The big and thick white strong driver got out of the car and pulled open the door behind. When the waitress walked out of the inside, she had already changed into a dress.

The coat on her body disappeared, and the bar work clothes inside the coat were gone. Instead, it was a burgundy tight skirt that looked extremely hot, with the hem tightening, just three inches above the knee. The low-cut design undoubtedly showed the magnificent outline of the woman's chest, two white things...

But the strong driver seemed to dare not look at it at all, just lowered his head.

The woman walked up the sidewalk, twisting her waist, and her back looked charming, especially her feet had changed into a pair of slim-heeled shoes.

I also put on makeup on my face, especially my lips, and applied a fiery red lipstick.

She walked to an iron door, gently pressed the doorbell, and a small window on the iron door opened, revealing a fierce face full of scars.

However, when this face saw the woman standing outside the door, she immediately squeezed out a flattering smile, and soon the big iron door was pulled open.

A scar-faced man in a suit nodded and bowed. When he bent down, a gun was obviously exposed on his belt in the suit.

The woman walked in with a cold and arrogant attitude.

The big iron door was quickly closed, and after the woman walked a few steps inside, the second door was opened, and what came towards him was the heavy metal music that was so noisy that it was almost deafening!

This is an underground bar.

The air was so turbid that it was almost suffocating. The strong tobacco air, alcohol, women's powder air, perfume smell, and all kinds of indescribable smells mixed together, and came to my face.

The woman subconsciously covered her nose.

The place to enter the door is a platform, on both sides of the metal iron railings, there is a downward staircase, and under the stairs is a huge dance floor!

Various spotlights and LED lights flashed everywhere. On the stage in front, a young man with almost no recognition on his face was shouting at the top of his lungs with a microphone, singing a certain kind of death rock. Below the stage, there was almost a scene of demons dancing, and all kinds of men and women twisting wildly on the dance floor. It almost seemed that there was no normal person here. Most people, regardless of gender, were in heavy metal punk outfits, black eyeshadows, and black lipstick, just like a vampire family gathering.

On both sides of the dance floor, there are steel pipes on two small platforms, and the two are full of tattoos. However, girls with tattoos show their wonderful and lively figures on the steel pipes.

The woman twisted her waist and walked through the dance floor. Wherever she walked, people on both sides were afraid to retreat. Although she was wearing exposed clothes and her small waist twisted extremely coquettishly when she walked, no man dared to reach out to take advantage of her, but stood away from a distance.

She walked to the left of the end of the dance floor, walked around the stage, and walked in through a small door.

The passage inside was an iron door. Behind the iron door were several men wearing leather clothes, with nose, earrings, lip rings, etc. on their faces, and guns were placed on their waists.

When several people saw the woman coming in, they all greeted her and closed the iron door.

The woman walked in the passage and there was another downward staircase. At the end of the staircase was still an iron gate, and there were still four or five men with guns.

After walking through the third door, finally, at the end of the front was a wooden door.

Here, I can't hear the noise at the bar above at all.

Standing in front of the door, the woman with arrogance and indifference on her face along the way took a deep breath, her face was like magic, and her expression immediately turned into a respectful, cautious and cautious look, and she slowly reached out and pushed open the door.

The door opens, and facing it is a four-screen in Chinese style.

The room behind the screen is very large. On the antique shelves on both sides are various Chinese antiques and cultural relics, on the walls in the middle are also Chinese swords, and on the case are several guqins.

On a square table in the middle, there were four people playing mahjong.

In addition to the four people playing mahjong on the table, there were a few Chinese characters on both sides of the mahjong table. On the left were a few young men dressed in punk, with arrogance and arrogance on their faces, and guns were placed on their waists.

On the right are a few guys in suits, who look cold and full of evil spirits - guns are all stuck in the suit.

On the mahjong table, with the lower back facing the door, there was an old man in Tang suit. On the left was a punk man with heavy eyeshadow and smoky makeup, knocking his legs crossed, one hand was placing a card, and a pistol was placed on his hand.

Opposite him, on the right side of the room, was a guy in a very sexy pure green suit, a white man with a clean face and a neatly trimmed beard. He was looking at the mahjong placard in front of him, holding a scarf in his hand and was wiping his hands.

And the one sitting in the middle is...

A young girl!

The bar woman quickly walked behind the girl and bent down to her ear: "Boss, I'm here."

The Phoenix raised her head as if she was smiling.

At this moment, Chen Xiaolian must not recognize that this woman was the phoenix who once fought side by side with him.

Phoenix was wearing a Tang suit with a double-breasted neckline, with a long, black head. Her slender and clever fingers were casually organizing the cards in front of her.

"What I just reported to you..."

The woman seemed to say something, but Phoenix smiled faintly and cut off her words: "Which picture is played?"

"Uh?" the woman was stunned.

Phoenix said lightly: "I'll ask you which one to call."

The woman quickly adjusted her emotions, took a serious look at the card in front of Phoenix, and pointed her hand - this was a Dongfeng. Judging from Phoenix's card, this card was the most useless.

Phoenix smiled: "So I never ask you to play cards."

Phoenix did not choose to play the card the woman pointed at, but quickly played another one. Phoenix's next home, the man in the suit curled his lips and played a card casually, which happened to be a Dongfeng!

And just as he played this card, the punk man opposite laughed and threw a bunch of cards in front of him: "I seem to win!"

The woman standing behind the phoenix suddenly looked a little ugly - if the boss listened to his advice to attack Dongfeng just now, he would have fired a cannon.

The man in the suit looked even worse. He snorted, wiped his hand on the scarf, and quickly pushed the card: "It's just a win."

"I'm willing to accept the loss of the bet." The punk man sneered: "The street in the West Side will no longer have his last name after dawn!"

"What did you say!!" Behind the man in a suit, a man in a suit immediately blushed and shouted.

With this loud roar, both sides were suddenly at a loss, and both men drew their guns and pointed at each other!

The old man in Tang suit, sitting down, coughed, and shrank back nervously, raised his head, blinked his eyes, watching the hot scene.

Phoenix seemed to ignore it, but continued to draw cards on the table easily, as if she didn't see the hot scene in front of her. She caught the fifth card on the Great Wall, then Phoenix sighed regretfully: "It's just a little bit, otherwise she would touch it myself."

At this time, she seemed to have raised her head, as if she had just seen the scene in front of her. Her beautiful eyebrows frowned and said lightly: "Although I have taught you not long ago to play mahjong, I don't remember that I taught you the rules of shooting guns at the poker table."

The punk man gritted his teeth: "Miss Phoenix, someone lost and wanted to pay the debt."

The man in the suit snorted: "I didn't want to betray the debt. It's yours that are too rude."

The two stared at each other like cockfighting, but Fenghuang suddenly sighed: "It's really a disappointment."

She looked at everyone calmly: "Who pulled the gun first just now?"

It was quiet and no one dared to answer.

Phoenix smiled: "So anyone dares not answer my words?"

"...Yes, it's my person." The punk man shivered. Behind him, a subordinate raised his hand pale face, but the words he said were already stuttering: "Yes, yes, it's me, Miss Phoenix, yes, sorry, I..."

"Rules are rules." Phoenix's face was very calm.

Soon, two strong men came in outside the door and glanced at the guy: "Please go out with us."

The punk man's mascot looked at his boss for help, but the punk man gritted his teeth and did not dare to say a word.

After the guy was dragged out, a minute later, a man walked in with a plate of sterling silver in his hand.

There was a hand that had just been cut off!!

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[It's really a bit emotional. When I wrote this chapter, I actually felt like I was writing "Evil Qi" back then. I wrote this kind of underworld... Alas...]
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