The magnificent lobby on the third floor of the hotel is a leisure area for guests to enjoy snacks. It's just that maybe downstairs is more attractive, so there are only a few rich ladies chatting with each other here. Shen Manzhi sat on the leather sofa in the corner, with exquisite desserts and red wine on the small table in front of him. Of course, at this moment, she had already changed out of the suit and bow-tie waiter clothes. She calmly glanced at the surveillance cameras in the four corners of the hall, and suddenly heard arguments in the opposite corner, mostly a woman's begging for mercy. Shen Manzhi picked up the red wine on the table and shook it in his hand, but didn't touch it. However, the sound was too loud, which somewhat affected the other two wealthy ladies who were idle in the hall. The most discerning public relations coax the wives to move places, go to the spa or go shopping with them, which makes the rich wives happy, so that the big guys who come to spread money can linger over and over again. Shen Manzhi glanced at the time, and a figure flashed out of the corner of his vision. "Help" and "Help" were shouted incoherently from the woman's mouth. She glanced up.
She is a very gentle and clean-looking Chinese girl. Just the next second, two hands dragged the person in again and disappeared into the corner door. A "Safe Exit" sign is posted above the door. She leaned over and picked up the snacks on the table and took a bite, frowning slightly, it was too greasy. He put it back casually and finally got up and walked over there. In fact, there is no need to help. She is not the Virgin that everyone wants to save. If she is a sex worker, she respects this profession and will naturally stay out of it. But now it seems that it is obviously not. What's more, the girl is Chinese. This leaves no reason not to help. "Smelly bitch, the boss is going to give her to someone from China anyway, he doesn't know if we have fun first..." The man in the dim corridor was swearing profanity. The next second, a beam of light suddenly flashed out of the door and then closed. He looked up, wondering who could not be smart enough to get hit by a goblet before he could get angry. Hit in the bridge of the nose. While screaming, he cursed out of ten words in one sentence, eight of them, and asked her if she was looking for death. A glass that is so light turns into a highly lethal weapon in the hands of a woman. The shivering girl in the corner still looked at Shen Manzhi in a protective posture, tears suddenly bursting from her eyes. Shen Manzhi sighed softly in his heart, took off his coat and threw it in her arms. He turned slightly sideways and quickly reached out to hold the man's fist. His other hand passed under his arm and stuck in his ribs, very flexibly. Shifting her position, she used a very flexible body to knock the man who was twice her weight to the ground. The other one followed the same example, and while subduing the hands on the other side, she even took the time to raise her eyebrows at the person in the corner, "Why don't you run away?" The girl was shaking violently, but she ran without any hesitation. She didn't want to make the matter a big deal, after all, she had more important people to deal with.
But at seven or eight o'clock, Shen Manzhi easily knocked down the two of them. She was even in a happy mood. He turned his back to the door and looked at the person in front of him, extremely provocative, "Get out." So unprepared that someone appeared behind me and stabbed me with a needle in the back of my neck. A numb feeling instantly spread throughout her body, and she suddenly remembered the scene when Si Dai was controlled by a remote gun. "waste!" The man behind him spoke with a very cold tone and reached out to hold the fallen man in front of him. The two people on the ground hurriedly got up despite the pain, raised their hands and slapped themselves twice. The small sharp knife hidden in Shen Manzhi's cuff slipped into his hand, and he was about to stab the person behind him when he heard the man respond in a low voice. In the obscure Cuban aboriginal language, Shen Manzhi could only vaguely hear him address the other person as Don. She put the sharp knife back again, and the medicine injected into her neck contained drug-like ingredients. The man clicked on the headset, apparently disconnected. He pinched Shen Manzhi's chin and glanced twice. "She looks pretty good. Since she is nosy, let her take the place of that woman. Stop causing trouble and send the person in properly." "Yes Yes Yes……" If the spermatozoon hadn't insisted on forcibly breaking her body just now, the woman wouldn't have reacted and struggled to escape. It turned out that it was a coincidence that she bumped into him. After her eyes were blindfolded, she lost her perception of light. She bit her lip and let others take her away. When he was in a glass room, his blindfold was taken off and a mask was put on again. Sitting beside them were two tall beauties with blond hair and fair skin, but they both wore masks with their eyes exposed. Their hands were tied behind their backs with special belts, and there were only three of them left in the dreamy and beautiful room. Shen Manzhi stared at the glass window in front of him and soon discovered the clue that this glass had one-way perspective. This means that it is very likely that someone across the street is watching them. Recalling the words of those people in the corridor, the three of them might have become "gifts" for anyone to choose from. On the other side of the one-way glass, the exchange of cups and cups had just finished, and the rich Eastern European man sitting in the middle enthusiastically introduced the two people around him. "Mr. Qin, I heard Mr. Lancer mention you last time, but I didn't expect to meet you so soon." The kind-faced middle-aged man held up his glass of wine in a very respectful manner. The young man sitting on the other side was Qin Yanfeng.
Compared with the former who seemed to be chatting, his attitude seemed a bit dull. He didn't even stand up, but just raised the wine glass in front of him and touched it with him from a distance. "Qin," Lancer tilted his head to look at his expression, "Don has a lot of his own properties here, can you give me some face?" Qin Yanfeng remained unmoved. Lancer thought about it in his heart, thinking that after all, this was a meeting between the two of them alone, and now Qin was naturally unwilling to insert other interested parties out of thin air to get a share of the pie. So he patted Don on the shoulder, acted as a peacemaker, and changed the topic with a smile. After three rounds of drinking, you will feel full and warm, thinking about lust and lust. After the dancers took turns on stage, the two high-society bosses already had beauties in their arms. Only the overly young oriental man sat on the single sofa, lit a cigarette, and moved his eyes down to the mobile phone on the table with some interest. Don naturally felt the silence of the young man. Although he had not given him face before, Lancer was full of praises when he mentioned him, so naturally he could not offend him. He winked at the people around him, and then the manager entered outside the door. Walking straight to the center of power, he lowered his head slightly and said, "Mr. Lancer, our boss has prepared something for the three of you." They are all men, and their thoughts are clear. Lancer raised his eyebrows with interest, "Oh?" He looked back at Qin Yanfeng, turned around and smiled at Don, "If you can make my friend even remotely interested, that's fine." As soon as Don heard this, he felt a lot more at ease and agreed with him with a smile, "Mr. Qin is so talented and talented, I don't know what kind of woman can catch his eye." The person being mentioned just raised his eyelashes slightly, flicked the hand holding the cigarette, and the ashes fell to the ground. At this time, the people around him seemed to have received some information, and they leaned over and said something in Don's ear. I saw a hint of evil suddenly flashed across the originally gentle face. The next second, the manager stood in front of several people, pulled a chain, and the huge ancient European painting from the Middle Ages rose like a rolling curtain, revealing an entire glass wall. Behind the glass wall was a very warmly decorated room, with three women sitting side by side on the couch. Two spaces with completely different scenes, separated by only one side. And those poor women who were treated as prey knew nothing about the scene here, and were like commodities waiting for people to choose. Although they all wear masks, their figure and temperament are outstanding. It is easy to distinguish the nationality of the three people from their skin color and hair color. "Qin," Lancer looked at the person in the corner and motioned to him about the scene in front of him, "Take a look?" Qin Yanfeng held his cigarette in his mouth before he opened his mouth, but Don beat him to it. "Mr. Lancer, the one on the left is my type." It's that oriental beauty. Lancer was a little surprised, "Changed the taste?" Don poured the wine and raised his glass, "It suits my eyes."
He took two steps forward and smiled at the young man, "Mr. Qin, don't you blame me for being impatient? I really have no resistance to oriental beauties." Qin Yanfeng didn't answer, spat out the circles in his eyes, raised his eyes and glanced at the one-way glass window. He took it back with just one glance without making any comments. Lancer pushed the person in his arms away, stood up and walked towards Don, pulling him away from Qin Yanfeng and acting as peacemaker again. "It's considered that we have hugged the beauty back. Then you and the beauty will go to rest first. Qin and I will leave soon." Don was once again poured cold water on by this young man, and what he originally planned was messed up by his men again. He snorted coldly in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He held Lancer's hand for a while and said goodbye before leading the people behind him out. Someone also came in from the opposite room and took the oriental beauty away. "Qin?" Lancer waved his hand to dismiss the people in the room, "Are you okay?" Qin Yanfeng leaned back on the sofa, curling his lips and smiling softly at the person standing in front of him, but with a hint of uninhibited indulgence in his gentleness. "As you wish." Lancer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He thought that introducing Don tonight would make the situation tense, and he was worried about his cooperation with Qin. Now it seems that Qin simply doesn't want to have too much contact with Don. "Then I won't be polite." So without thinking too much, he pointed to the manager. Someone behind him picked up his clothes. Before leaving, he said goodbye to Qin Yanfeng, "See you tomorrow." After everyone left, there was only a blond girl left in the opposite room. Her fair and slender body began to twist uneasily. Qin Yanfeng lowered his eyes and lit another cigarette. Zuo Yi walked in and was almost overcome by the smell of alcohol in the room, "Boss, the place has been cleared outside, and Mr. Lancer has returned to the room." After hearing no sound for a long time, he looked over and saw that the boss just lowered his head and smoked silently. Not daring to speculate on the boss's thoughts, Zuo Yi could only stand aside and wait. After a few minutes, Qin Yanfeng stood up and crushed the cigarette butt into the crystal ashtray on the table. I didn't even look at that wall when I passed it. "Send away." "Yes." Zuo Yi followed him and left the private room. It is a rule that everyone around the boss knows that he does not touch women outside. Anyone in the business who goes to the boss's bed will be properly arranged to leave. What's more, there is a legitimately married wife on the family's household registration book. Zuo Yi was proud in his heart, their boss was a loyal and good man.
Las Vegas is a city that never sleeps, making people dream of getting rich overnight. Everywhere is decorated with luxury and fashion. Qin Yanfeng washed his hands in front of the washbasin. Every move seemed careless, but it still made everyone around him want to avoid him. There is no other reason. Qin Yanfeng, who was dressed in a black suit, was made cold and noble by the gorgeous crystal lamp above his head, but between his stern brows and eyes, there were often chilling danger signals. After Qin Yanfeng washed his hands, he looked up at himself in the mirror, took the handkerchief from Zuo Yi, and curled his lips almost invisible, as if he was mocking himself. He would have been crazy to think that the black-haired beauty in cheongsam sitting there quietly looked a bit like Shen Manzhi.