At night, the Las Vegas entertainment city turns into a brightly lit hidden castle for the rich. The tall, blond and beautiful public relations officer picked up the VIP clients from the airport and took a group of big shots to the hotel through the dedicated passage and dedicated line without any hindrance. The leading man took the cigar from the person behind him, looked at the dazzling luxury in front of him, and motioned to the young people following him. The young man may have an indifferent nature, but he casually curled his lips and accepted the appointment. The golden halo was projected on the man's brow bone, revealing a somewhat gentle temperament despite his coldness. A handsome young man, his power and lust are not revealed at all, and it really makes people want to pry into his value. He casually blocked the cigar that was offered to him and walked up the steps with the man. The beauty smiled brightly and led everyone to the specially customized VIP room. At the same time, a tall and thin man with a scar on his face was walking in the hall. He walked around carelessly with a few weights in his hand, and finally stopped in front of a card table and started placing bets. After a few games, he returned happily. With his curly hair and beard, the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up. He looked back at a certain place, as if saying hello to someone he knew, and then held the weights in his arms. After exchanging banknotes, I was very smart and accepted them as soon as I could. He left the hall and walked to the bathroom humming a tune. As soon as he unbuttoned his pants, he heard a teasing whistle.
He looked over with a cold face, and the scars on his face became more fierce. There is a person leaning against the wall. The waiter's clothes were uneven on her body, but she wore an inappropriate baseball cap on her head, which was lowered to cover her eyebrows. Under the overhead light, only the slightly curved lips under the high bridge of her nose could be seen. Something like alertness forms a conditioned reflex when it stays in one place for a long time. The man looked fierce, but his mouth was full of vile words. Even his smile looked very obscene, and he spoke sloppy American English. "You want to do it here? I just won a little money to buy you...Fuck!" Before he finished speaking, a playing card passed through the zipper under him before he had time to close it, and fell into the urinal in front of him. He looked at the playing card in shock, and then looked sharply at the man by the door. The man folded several playing cards in his hands and changed the patterns between his slender white fingers. Suddenly I realized who was standing in front of me. He trembled and zipped up his trousers, and his face was no longer vicious, but even a little flattering. "Beautiful lady, nice to see you again." Shen Manzhi raised his foot and kicked the unclosed door, raised his chin slightly, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes. "How many times do you want to buy me?" The man was startled and hurriedly stepped forward, trying his best to deny the disrespect he had just shown her, and even frantically tried to make up for his own faults. "Okay, let me ask something." He stopped his flattering words, squeezed the money in his pocket, and responded fawningly, "You say it, you say it." Shen Manzhi held a playing card between his fingers and held it up in front of him for him to see. There was an English name written on it, and a photo was attached to the original dot in the center.
The man in the photo is close to middle age, has an Asian face, and looks kind-hearted. "'Which private room is Don in?" The man's pupils shrank, and he seemed to be thinking. He scratched his head and cheeks a few times, and finally shook his head, "I don't know..." Generally, those who can enter the private rooms are wealthy customers that the casino needs to retain and keep an eye on. There are even some wealthy people who have not seen more than ten dealers. This is the case for the middle-aged man in Shen Manzhi's photo. Shen Manzhi opened the zipper of his coat and took out a banknote from his inner pocket. "You are making things too difficult for me...ah!" The playing card that was originally in front of her suddenly streaked along the man's neck, leaving a very thin blood mark. The man touched his neck. It felt a little sticky, and his scalp instantly became numb. A low-class person with no wealth and power, who has been in the entertainment city for more than ten years, naturally has some unorthodox ways to make money. But these are not worth saving lives. He looked at the woman's face, carefully took the banknotes, and then counted them towards her. After looking at the amount on the check, he was shocked and added a few words, "I heard that Don came here this time. In addition to playing cards, he also met with people from Eastern Europe." Don was the person Shen Manzhi was looking for. He raised his hand and glanced at the fake masonry watch again, "But at this point, he should be on his way to the reception room. Don't bump into him outside. The boss here doesn't want anyone to mess with him on his property. trouble." The words were already cryptic enough. No matter whether she went to find this Don or took action here, it would be difficult for her to escape unscathed. Of course Shen Manzhi didn't come here to die. Even if she recognized the person who wanted to arrest her in the bathroom that day, and the message in the person's pocket that he didn't have time to destroy, she wouldn't have come to this city alone to die. But Si Dai made an unprecedented phone call to her that night, telling her about an "old debt" from two years ago that had not yet been settled, and asking her if she had met anyone with a ship tattoo. Shen Manzhi was sending away Shi Li who was "probing" her feelings, and raised his hand to flip up her hair without interest. "Are you talking about the Curly Hair who stole our helicopter in the Altyn Mountains and blew up the transport road, causing us to be trapped in the snowy mountains for half a month?" "...still have an impression?" Shen Manzhi sneered, "I did it." There was silence on the other side. "Is there any conflict between this and that old account?" Si Ji was silent for a while, "Don's tentacles have begun to extend to Southeast Asian countries, and even cut off two strongholds of Linjiang there. He has always been thinking about that matter before it was resolved." He paused for half a second, "After you went abroad, he should have sent people to keep an eye on you when you were alone. Don has always been cautious about his whereabouts. You killed people, how can you find his whereabouts again?" Shen Manzhi just smiled slightly when he heard this. She stood up from the water, and transparent water droplets dripped from her white body, flowing all over the floor along with her slender feet.
The long gown behind the screen was pulled around her body, her hair was soaked with moisture, and her whole body was filled with the cold desire of a hibiscus. "Sir, he almost killed you. I help you get revenge. Isn't that too much?" This time Si Ji didn't speak. So she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, took out a thin cigarette from the small table, sat on the rocking chair, leaned back lazily and crossed her legs, her gown sliding down from her ankles to the side of her thighs. All kinds of beauty are not as charming as this. "He was able to escape from our hands back then only because he had poison on him. After you fell, he even tried to commit suicide..." She smiled as she said, "It seems that Don taught him well. A dead soldier must of course complete the naming of his master. If the avalanche hadn't come in time, I wouldn't have been able to do it just by myself at that time. His opponent.” When she mentioned the past, even though others would be frightened when they heard it, they could not understand the danger involved, but her tone was still understatement. "Keeping him has many uses." "His poison is hidden in his mouth. As long as I am at a slight disadvantage or let him breathe, do you think I can escape?" If Si Ji were in front of her, she would definitely be able to see the sudden change in the look in the man's eyes. No matter what, she should know in her heart that killing the other party is not a good choice. Unless, she couldn't control herself at that time. Si Ji suddenly wanted to withdraw from the task assigned to her. Shen Manzhi's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly and he blinked, "Don't worry, sir. You just said that Don is going to the west of Country A recently. I found a note in the curly bag with an address on it. Vegas, why don’t I go join in the fun.” There is only an address and no exact time, so the chance of encountering it is almost zero. Si Ji stopped her previous thoughts and just told her to be careful in everything. At the same time, she arranged for Lingjiang's people to go to country A overnight. What she didn't tell Si Ji was that there was a series of irregular passwords on the note. While soaking in the hot springs, untying the clothes leisurely is a sign of time. After hanging up the phone, she sent an email to a certain website and glanced at the title on her head. The content contained more specific news, news that even Si Ji could not know. Now we have the address and time. That's why she went along with Wen Lin's wishes and said she would go skiing in Oregon, which is also in the west of country A. Come on, beauties, I’m delayed because of something. Let’s start with a chapter. If you can’t stand it any longer, you’ll have to continue tomorrow.