Qin Xin lazily smiled, "Of course, there’s a plan. But... it’s a long story. Mr. Wolf, please allow to use the restroom and I’ll co back to explain it to you slowly."
She pointed at the juice bottle on the table.
The dancer kept refilling her with the 1-liter juice, and she’d at least drunk more than half.
Wanting to use the restroom was completely normal.
Wolff waved his hand, "Alright, I’ll wait for you."
He agreed generously.
The whole town was his turf, the dance hall was full of his people, and this racing robot couldn’t escape even if it sprouted wings.
Matthew stood behind him, and said worriedly, "Mr. Wolf, I’ll keep an eye on her."
Wolff: "Alright, go ahead!"
Having an extra layer of security was more reassuring.
Matthew followed Qin Xin, watching her enter the won’s restroom.
He called over three or four bodyguards to guard the entrance of the won’s restroom, and the surrounding rooms, not even leaving the n’s restroom unattended.
Being defeated by a woman, and one of his own kind at that, was sothing he couldn’t accept.
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Inside the dance hall.
Zhou Yu was alone, feeling restless amongst a crowd of glamorous people and a heavy scent of costics.
A repeated phrase from his master before he left lingered in his mind, "Do you rember that blonde dancer I gave money to by the street? Find her, and have her take you away."
Just thinking about this phrase made Zhou Yu’s ears turn red with embarrassnt!
Aaaaah, his master actually wanted him to leave with a dancer, but go where?
Could it be that his master thought he was too inexperienced and needed this trip to A Continent to have that broken?
Zhou Yu felt terribly embarrassed.
He sat for a while, continuously approached by dancers, with so even boldly sitting on his lap, nearly driving him to the brink of collapse.
Grinding his teeth, he decided to follow his master’s advice.
He stood up abruptly and walked towards the area where the dancers congregated.
Several dance floor bodyguards discretely followed him from the shadows, monitoring his every move.
Zhou Yu wandered through several floors until he finally found the blonde dancer.
The dancer was performing an outside-unseen full strip... dance routine for a group of racers.
Only the last little blouse remained, and Zhou Yu unexpectedly pulled her arm, "Take away."
The dancer looked at Zhou Yu’s reddened face and smiled charmingly, "Alright, little brother, co with ."
As she spoke, she hooked Zhou Yu’s tie with her finger and led him into a room.
Other racers were envious, "Rain God, you’re overdoing it by keeping the dancing queen to yourself!"
anwhile, the bodyguards who had been tailing and surveilling Zhou Yu exchanged glances, their eyes filled with undisguised disdain: Hah, n from the Empire are no different, srized by a dancer, utterly confused about the ti of day!
Seeing Zhou Yu and the dancer enter a room to get intimate, the bodyguards’ vigilance noticeably waned, as they leaned against the corridor outside to rest and chat.
Little did they know.
Inside the room.
The dancer locked the door imdiately upon entering.
Then, in a swift movent, she pushed Zhou Yu against the back of the door.
"Hiss—"
Though Zhou Yu was a racer, he hadn’t practiced martial arts. His skills were far worse than Qin Xin’s, and the agile dancer’s push caused a searing pain in his back, forcing him to involuntarily suck in a sharp breath.
The dancer laughed and raised her voice, "Custor, bear with it, I’m just giving you a little kiss... hehe..."
Zhou Yu’s face couldn’t be any redder!
The dancer’s next bold move left him stunned.
She lifted the bedboard to reveal a staircase underneath.
The dancer urged him to go down and simultaneously forcefully jolted the bedboard, loudly exclaiming, "Ah, custor, don’t be so hasty. You’re so terrible, you’ve shaken and broken the bedboard..."
Then, she whispered softly in Zhou Yu’s ear, "Little brother, aren’t you leaving yet? Do you want to die here?"
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