At some VIP discotheque that belonged to the underworld…
Two parties were in the midst of hammering out a deal.
Although the discotheque seemed like some ordinary discotheque from the surface, it was indeed where underworld deals were frequently made since there were countless boxes that allowed them to negotiate their deals.
With half of the underworld’s dealings made in this very bar, there was a cocktail of figures in the pub that ranged from underworld figures to Interpol agents and local law enforcement.
Men and women sensually danced amidst the strong beats and deafening music in the discotheque, and there were countless boxes as one crossed the dance pool.
The small box was luxuriously decorated with a chandelier hanging above the table where they held their discussions.
In one of the boxes, a man in black plugged his chip into the computer, and the computer displayed information about a virus. Another man in black verified the authenticity of the information before he nodded to the triad boss on the couch in affirmation of the authenticity of the information. It was indeed the information about the production and process of a weaponized virus. The man was bald, stocky, and fat and wore a huge pair of shades. At first glance, he was not somebody to be trifled with. Another triad boss opposite to him was a middle-aged brunette with brown eyes. He was donned in a white suit and wore a pair of shades. His presence did not pale in comparison to the other triad boss, and there were over ten men in black behind each man.
When the man in black snapped his finger, a man carried a small box over and opened it. It was full of British pound notes. A man from the other side checked the notes to verify their authenticity and nodded. When he took out the chip and passed it to another man in black from the other side…
Suddenly…
With a loud bang, the chandelier suddenly dropped and fell onto the center of the negotiation table. The crystal chandelier shattered, and everybody panicked. White smoke rose in the room, surrounding them. They could not see their surroundings clearly. The door, which was locked from the inside, suddenly opened. They could only make out a short-haired ‘man’ in a black suit and somewhat thin strode out of the box.
Everybody was shocked…
“Big boss, the chip is missing!” The man in black exclaimed in fear.
“What the f***!? Chase him!”
…
The ‘man’ strode out of the suite so quickly and melded into the dancing crowd in the blink of an eye. The discotheque was huge, and there were hundreds of people dancing and partying at once. Everybody was lost in the excitement, dancing the night away. The ‘man’ pulled down his short hair only to reveal flowing long hair. The supposed ‘man’ blended into the crowd as he took off his suit and casually placed it on somebody who was dancing.
As many entered and left, the dance pool was extremely packed amidst the roaring music. In a blink of an eye, the suit was trampled upon in the dance pool, and the man’s shoes became a pair of heels. When he stood out from the crowd, he had become a long-haired lady in a fiery-red dress who quickly made her way across the dance pool. She was just a stone’s throw away from the bar table and the exit.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out. There was a shrill shriek in the dance pool as the door to the discotheque closed. Men in black soon surrounded the dance pool. There were tens of armed men at the exit, making the atmosphere extremely tense.
When the music stopped, she gently frowned. The people in the dance pool ran all around. Seeing that there was chaos all around, gunfire erupted and a deep voice came across the speakers, saying, “All ladies and gentlemen, please do not panic. If you want to live, please cooperate.”
The commotion amongst the crowd came to a stop. Having come up with an escape plan, she broke into a gentle smile. She looked at the bar and noticed that there were a few men and women who turned around in panic upon seeing the quickly-evolving situation at the dance pool. Even the young bartender, a chap, was pale-faced. But a man in off-white casual wear sat there calmly, gently stirring the red wine in his hands. From the back, he looked elegant.
Without thinking, she tucked her lips, walked over, and held the man’s hand. “You…”
She suddenly paused. Was that him?
Ye Ningyuan, Xu Xing’s boyfriend?
An Xunuo frowned hard. He was racing with her a few days ago, and little did she expect to encounter him in the bar. Why the f*** was he here? The colorful neon lights illuminating the place amidst the silence half-illuminated his face.
Ye Ningyuan put down his red wine and looked around before raising his eyebrows and said, “So it’s Miss An who’s behind this entire ruckus.”
Almost everybody called her Ophelia in London, and only a few called her An Xunuo. When she heard him call her Miss An, she was a little taken aback. He sounded deep, and his warmth had a hint of a mild fragrance. An Xunuo let go of his hand and was about to quietly turn around when Ye Ningyuan casually folded his arms.
The few men in black started to search everybody in the discotheque and whittled down their list of suspicious figures.
She paused in her steps. The discotheque’s initial design had an ingenious spot. All other exits save the main exit were sealed. When she came in, she had looked up the schematics of the discotheque. There was no other way out.
Since she already had the chip, she could not afford to lose it.
Seeing her go to the side of the bar, Ye Ningyuan laughed. An Xunuo frowned hard and had the bartender prepare a cup of fruit wine. One of the young bartenders was already pale, but the other handsome bartender still smiled as though he was unfazed by the tension in the air and prepared a glass of fruit wine for An Xunuo. When Ye Ningyuan looked back, he saw that it was the two large triads, the Phantom Gate and the Rose Gate, who had had their arms deal disrupted by An Xunuo. He smiled, turned back, and continued drinking.
“Por favor,” An Xunuo drank half of the fruit wine in her class and softly asked.