C172

It was currently the busiest time, but what schemes and battles they had experienced during the day seemed to have become the default time to rest. Everyone went to eat and have some fun, causing the entire city to laugh.

In a high class clubhouse, the room was in the midst of a wine dance. With a glance, he saw that the fatty in the room was the main character. He hugged her from left to right and was occasionally fed a mouthful of wine by the beautiful woman.

There were still about ten people in the room. They sat on either side of Fatty, flattering him, and then another ha-ha ha, beside them were all kinds of weapons, machetes, and iron weapons. Stick, whip …

There was a woman sitting next to each of them. She was forced to endure their rudeness and didn't dare to say anything.

"I'll go and take care of it." Fatty staggered as he stood up.

"Big Brother, I'll go with you!" The lackey beside him immediately stood up.

"Bullshit!" You even need someone to accompany you? " The fat guy slapped the lackey and sat him down again, then he walked out of the room with big steps.

"F * * k, you f * cking patted this pain!"

Without their boss in the room, the remaining dozen people were even more presumptuous. It was unknown who had ripped off a big piece of the woman's clothes, revealing her snow-white skin, and then everyone burst out laughing.

That man saw that his actions were approved by his brothers and enjoyed himself even more. He picked up his machete and slowly moved it around the woman's body, who was so scared that tears rolled down her face. She simply closed her eyes, afraid that her skin would be cut by the knife because of her trembling.

After playing for a while, the person felt that there was no point and mumbled, "I want to go and vent my anger, who will come with me?"

"No matter what, I have to tell boss." A man wearing a flowery shirt said, "Did the boss fall asleep in the bathroom? It's been twenty minutes and you still haven't come back! "

"Maybe it's constipation! "Hahaha!" The person who was beaten smiled. If only that fatty could fall into the fecal pit, not to mention fall asleep. He was already over 40 years old, yet he still didn't know where to go.

"I think it's better if I go and take a look. If something really happens, I won't be able to explain myself." Flower Shirt drank less. Feeling that something was wrong, he turned around and left.

"Asshole!" The person who was beaten threw his wine cup angrily onto the table, scaring the woman beside him into screaming. His gaze returned to the woman, and he began to knead her body.

"As expected of a wild horse, he's going to use force now!"

"Do you want to perform?" "Wild horses?"

The people beside him all revealed excited expressions as they took big gulps of wine. Their hands began to move as well. They still didn't dare to fight in this place, so they were still wary of their boss's authority.

"Oh no, the boss is gone!"

At this moment, Flower Shirt came running back, his face full of panic.

"Such a big person, where could he be thrown? Did you find a woman in another room? " Wild Horse glanced at the flowery shirt with dissatisfaction, then started to force the woman even more recklessly.

"No, I've already gone to another room, and neither have I." Flower Shirt said anxiously.

"Then let's watch the monitor!"

"Do you think I can't think of that? The monitor only saw the boss go into the bathroom and never come out! " Flowery shirt saw that Wild Horse was still focusing his energy on the woman, so he picked up his machete and placed it on top of his neck. "I know you want to be the boss, but you have to find someone else! If anything happens to the boss now, the first one to be suspected will be you! "

Wild Horse angrily glared at the flower shirt, and threw the woman aside. He then slowly stood up and said, "If the person is lost, then everyone will go look for him. If you dare to touch a single hair on my head today, I'll wipe out your legacy!"

"Alright, alright. Finding someone is more important." Seeing that, the others hurriedly persuaded the two: "Aren't we all anxious?! "Let's search carefully. It's impossible for a living person to be lost in the bathroom, are there still any suspense incidents?"

Wild Horse coldly snorted and snatched the machete back. Then, he brought his men out of the room and began to look for someone.

The lobby manager was already trembling with fear as he waited there. When he saw Wild Horse about to open his mouth, he received a slap.

"Is your family haunted? Our boss just lost it like that? " The wild horse's voice shook the sky as it raised its head with its legs crossed. It had an overweeningly arrogant look on its face.

The lobby manager staggered from the hit, his eyes filled with intense hatred. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "We suspect that there's a problem with the monitoring system and are currently busy adjusting for it."

"Trash!" Wild Horse slapped the lobby manager's head again: "Trash like your boss!" You have to find that person for me tomorrow morning. Why don't you let your boss carry your head to Chi Yan to apologize! "

With that, Wild Horse waved his hand, beckoning two people to stay here, and the rest of the people followed him out to search. From the looks of it, it must have been done by the Chou family. They really did look for him for quite some time.

However, it would be best if he didn't find him. If he did, then the most likely place to take over this boss would be his Wild Horse.

At the same time, Abacus had already leisurely turned on the jeep and returned to the villa. His earphones were completely silent, so he temporarily left his precious computer on the passenger seat.

He directly drove the car into the garage, opened the trunk and suddenly kicked out with one foot. As if he had predicted this, Abacus nimbly dodged the kick, then stepped forward and picked up the person from the trunk.

At this moment, Fatty's face was covered with sweat. It was unknown whether he had been holding it in the trunk or out of fear, but his eyes that were as big as beans were staring at Abacus as he made some noises, probably wanting to say something to Abacus.

Abacus acted as if he did not see anything. He dragged Fatty into the room and fixed him at the dining table. In a few steps, he had him tied to a chair.

He sat on the sofa not far away from them.

The fat guy panted heavily, his small eyes nervously scanning the surroundings. There were five glasses of wine on the table. There was one cup in front of him, but the other four cups had no corresponding person.

It seemed like this was not a good thing. Fatty had been drunk for a long time, so he blamed himself for not calling someone else to accompany him. Otherwise, how could that dry-looking kid by his side lure him over?

Thinking about this, he was actually less worried. His subordinates would definitely come find him. Besides, when he woke up from the drinking, he would be able to break free.