C133 Attendance

At 11: 30 PM, Wu Huai arrived at the courtyard and stopped in front of a shop that had no signboard but was located in the business district.

The other shops were bustling with activity as people went in and out of them. In front of this shop, however, there were almost no people coming in and out.

I curiously asked Wu Huai: "Old Wu, where is this place?"

Wu Huai also frowned and shook his head: "I'm not too sure, Wei Yi only told me his sect's name, damn, why didn't I see anyone waiting outside?"

In a bustling place like the commercial street, there was actually such a cold shop with no signboard. Furthermore, it was just a small door that could only fit one person.

"Are you going to show your prowess?" I coldly snorted. Just as Wu Huai had said, that person was truly arrogant.

On the way over, Wu Huai told me everything he knew. Actually, it wasn't that detailed, because Wu Huai didn't know much about the boss behind the scenes.

Wu Huai was originally the owner of the antique shop that he wanted to buy, but before I appeared, everyone thought Wu Huai was the boss of the Zheng family. Wu Huai also thought that the owner of the antique shop was the owner of the antique shop. It was only later that he had asked the other party out to discuss the matter that he knew that this was not the case.

"Boss, why don't we go? We don't need to talk about this family." Wu Huai's face began to show signs of anger. The other party's disrespectful attitude was too unreasonable. No matter what, his name was a well-known signboard in the Chang An Antique. Now that he had been publicly disgraced, no one could blame him for being angry.

I shook my head and looked at the mahogany door that only opened a small door. "No, we have to talk," I said. Not only do we have to talk about it, we have to get it. "

If I hadn't agreed to the invitation, I would have been fine. But now that I'm here, I can't even turn around and leave.

"Then …" Wu Huai couldn't make up his mind.

"Get out of the car and enter." I opened the car door and got out first. Fan Cunhu carried the Pu Dao that was wrapped in coarse cloth on his back and quickly jumped down from the carriage and followed behind me.

Wu Huai moved slightly slower. I stood in front of the door and waited for a few seconds before he followed, as if he was going to open up a path for me.

Entering through the small door was a wide corridor. The two sides of the corridor were filled with colorful murals. Under the light of the lamp, one could see that these murals that promoted violence were filled with the smell of blood.

"It doesn't look like a good place." I frowned. To say nothing of the others, just these murals gave me an unpleasant feeling. It gave me a feeling of being a social hoodlum everywhere. It seemed that the owner of the antique shop behind the scenes really wasn't a serious person.

The corridor wasn't very long. It was about twenty meters long. Before him was a hallway leading to the basement. Wu Huai continued to walk down the path, but he was stopped at the entrance.

These were a bunch of hoodlums. They were around eighteen or nineteen years old, with colorful afro heads, wearing a fashionable suit, and wearing bell-bottoms that were similar to skirts. This kind of nondescript attire made me have a weird expression.

To be honest, they had interacted with many hoodlums in the Weicheng before, but although they were a bunch of ruffians in the Weicheng area, they did not have such strange attire. At the very most, they were bare-chested, and there was a vicious tattoo on their bodies, making them seem a lot more masculine compared to the few in front of them.

"Bro, stop, stop. It looks like a new face. What are you doing here?" Who brought you here? "

The yellow-hair, who was in the lead, learned from the traffic police and tidied up before tilting his neck and shaking his head as he asked.

"Get out of the way, I'm here to discuss business." When I saw yellow-hair, I really didn't like him, so I didn't have a good expression and directly scolded him.

The yellow-hair's expression changed. He was just about to let out a "hoho" when a green-haired man next to him pulled at his ear and whispered. The yellow-hair looked at us again and said to the green-haired man, "Go in and ask."

"Bro, what kind of business are you guys talking about here?" Yellow-hair relaxed a little, his body no longer swaying, but his head still tilted and he leaned against the banister of the stairs.

I looked at him, and then stood on the stairs and ignored him. Wu Huai did not speak, and Fan Cunhu himself was like a stuffy gourd, so he naturally did not say much.

The yellow-hair was so bored that he curled his lips and stuffed a cigarette into his mouth and started to smoke without taking a breath.

Not long after, the green hair hurriedly ran out. His head was covered in sweat, then he leaned over the yellow hair and whispered a few words into his ear.

The yellow-hair immediately broke into a smile. He threw the cigarette on the ground and quickly stomped it out with his foot. Then, he bent over like a dog.

"Everyone, please, everyone, you guys said earlier that you're Brother Yi's guests."

Wu Huai looked at me and ignored the yellow-hair. The three of us entered in a line, with a green-haired man accompanying and laughing at the side as he led the way.

In contrast to the silence in the hallway, the moment he turned left at the entrance, he was greeted by a surge of alcohol and noise. The music was soft to the point of almost moaning in his memory, and on the stage, there was a table full of dancers with white flowers covering their chests.

Some of them were puffing on their cigarettes, while others were yelling at the dancers who were crazily twisting their waists and legs. Some of them were kneeling down, pressing their faces forward as if they wanted to see the endless scenery beneath the short skirts.

Chaos! The people who came and went among the men and women gave off a very chaotic feeling. This was simply a place where demons danced chaotically. No wonder there wasn't even a sign at the entrance.

"What a mess!" I finally said those words with a frown that was a little disgusted.

When Wu Huai saw the scene in front of him, he jumped a little. He forced himself to walk forward, but I could feel that he was already burning with anger.

Crash! *

The crowd that was already loud enough suddenly became even louder. The men let out wolf-like roars, as if they wanted to flip all the tables in the hall over.

Turning their heads to look, the dancers on the stage suddenly pulled down their chests and threw them down, the cool and soft flesh on their chests suddenly appearing in front of everyone's eyes, and their bodies even trembling, while the chests that were thrown down the stage were seized by a group of men who were pulling on them crazily.

The green hair, who was leading the way, looked at the scene in shock. Wu Huai didn't seem to be able to bear looking at it, but Fan Cunhu this brat only lowered his head with a red face, and I couldn't help but find it funny after seeing him look at it a few times.

"This way, this way." Green-Hair was stunned for a moment before reacting. He looked at us bashfully for a moment, then quickly bent over and led the way.

The hall wasn't everything. The green hair led us directly up a flight of stairs and through the hallway to the second floor.

There were one or two rooms on the second floor, and from the window that was covered by the curtains, it could be seen that apart from a few rooms, the rest were brightly lit. The private rooms on the second floor were constructed in a strange way and were countless small rooms built around the walls of the main hall. Sitting inside these rooms should be able to overlook everything in the main hall, especially the movements on the stage.

The green hair stood at the entrance of a private box. He carefully knocked on the door, opened it a crack and whispered, "Brother Yi, the guest is here."

"Invite the guests in." A rogue voice came from inside.

The yellow-hair carefully accompanied his laughter. He opened the door for us, but didn't follow us in. Instead, he carefully closed the door after we entered.

There wasn't a single person sitting inside the room. There was also another slightly aged man who looked to be about Wu Huai's age. The two of them were sitting at a round table, drinking tea. There was a fruit bowl on the table.

With his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looked at the simple and honest middle-aged man, whose eyes flashed from time to time as he looked at us. He did not stand up to welcome us, but calmly sat down and said loudly, "The Old Wu is here, come, let's sit."

The other man nodded to Wu Huai and said lightly, "He's here."

Wu Huai's face turned even angrier. Perhaps he didn't expect that their discussion would end up in such a situation. It was obvious that they wanted to humiliate him, capture him, and give him a good beating.

"Old Wu!" I patted Wu Huai on the shoulder to get him to step aside. I walked to the table, extended my right hand towards Wei Yi and said, "Boss Wei Wei Yi, right? Hello, I'm Zheng Qiqiao. I heard from Old Wu that you want to talk directly with me? "

"Yo!" I thought Old Wu didn't bring the big boss of the Zheng Family here today. After all this time, you're the boss of the Zheng Family. He didn't look that young, did he? Brother, you're old this year? "

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, Wei Yi, didn't hold my hand. He held the cup and didn't put it down, and not only did he not even take a sip of tea, he spoke to me with a high and mighty attitude.

Seeing Wei Yi not giving him face, Fan Cunhu frowned, he suppressed a step online and stared angrily at Wei Yi.

Wei Yi glanced at Fan Cunhu, and said: "Who is this younger brother? Old Wu, why did you bring someone you don't know? "

I immediately retracted my hand and opened up a chair for myself and sat down in the seat opposite of Wei Yi. Then, I waved my hand towards Wu Huai and Fan Cunhu and said: "Old Wu, Cun Hu, sit."

Wu Huai silently pulled out a chair and sat next to me. Fan Cunhu, however, did not sit down.

I said to Wei Yi: "This younger brother is called Fan Cunhu, he is my younger brother. Boss Wei, there are no unrelated people here today. "

As I said that, I slammed the table, the loud sound making both Wei Yi and the old man's eyelids twitch.

"Waiter!" "Come in!"

There were waiters standing at the entrance of each private room, so when I slammed down on the table, the door was immediately opened by a girl.

"We need the best dragon well, quick!"

Since you don't abide by the rules, let's see who we can play with. I looked at Wei Yi, who was standing opposite of me, and saw that he was frowning at me, and an unfriendly light flashed in his eyes.