Chapter 205: Confrontation with the Maniac (1)

Chapter 205: Confrontation with the Maniac (1)

In the evening.

Inside the nightclub.

"I've been looking for you all day." Kanon pulled Xiao Xue towards the lounge. "Come with me quickly."

"What's going on? Why all the secrecy?"

"We're taking the night off. We're not working tonight."

"Why?"

"Constantine is coming."

"You mean... that pervert Constantine?"

"That's right."

Hearing this, Xiao Xue covered her mouth in shock, unable to speak. "How do you know?"

"Don't worry about how I know. I can only tell you that this information is 100% reliable. If you don't want to die, we must find a way to leave the nightclub."

"Then... let's go quickly."

Xiao Xue wanted to ask the boss for leave, but Kanon suddenly stopped her.

"What are you doing?"

"Asking the boss for leave."

"Forget about him." Kanon suddenly remembered something. "What if he sees your big bre@st and refuses to let you go? You know Constantine loves big bre@st, right?"

"But..."

"What's there to hesitate about? Your life is the most important thing. Let's just skip work and leave."

"You're right."

Xiao Xue nodded and quickly took Kanon's hand as they headed towards the exit.

As they reached the door, they found the boss blocking their way. He looked at the two of them and said sternly, "Where are you going?"

"She's on her period," Kanon pointed at Xiao Xue, "so she can't take clients today."

The boss pushed them aside. "Not taking clients is fine, but serving drinks won't hurt."

"She's got a stomach ache, and I need to treat her."

"Treat my foot."

The boss slapped Kanon across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on her cheek.

"Do you know who the boss is here? Even if she's about to die, she can't leave my club without my permission."

Kanon's eyes filled with tears, and she stared at her shoes, too afraid to speak.

If anything went wrong tonight, she would lose her life, and Gu Yi and Dennis would lose their obvious support, plunging them into a dire situation as well.

"What should I do?"

Kanon sat in her seat, constantly brainstorming for a solution. However, the closer it got to the time, the blanker her mind became. She had no idea what to do.

Xiao Xue, seated beside her, gently held Kanon's right hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Kanon, I've come to terms with it," Xiao Xue said. "We're just going to die anyway. In this world, low-level citizens never had freedom. I thought becoming a hostess would let me live in peace, that I could just take some medicine when I got sick and be fine, but I never imagined I'd face the threat of death one day."

"Don't worry, I'll find a way."

"Heh... sometimes I think it would've been better if you hadn't told me about this. Dying cluelessly wouldn't be so bad, just like my mother."

"Huuu..."

Kanon took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

The boss pushed open the door to the lounge and beckoned the girls, "Come with me, the guest has arrived."

The girls lined up and followed him to the private room.

On the sofa sat two men.

One was very large, taking up three sofas, with his belly fat hanging down like a skirt made of flesh.

No need to say more; this was Da Luoshan, as Gu Yi had mentioned.

The other man was dressed in a suit and tie, with a well-proportioned build and elegant manners. Unfortunately, he wore a white mask, obscuring his face.

Again, no need to say more; this was the notorious pervert, Constantine III.

Kanon and Xiao Xue glanced at the masked man and instinctively lowered their heads.

The boss approached the young man and asked softly, "Sir, would you like to pick a girl?"

"One?"

The boss hesitated, "Two or three is also fine."

"Two or three?"

"However many you'd like."

Constantine stroked his chin, smiling, "All of them."

The girls exchanged glances, never having seen such a generous guest.

The boss beamed and nodded vigorously.

Constantine placed a hand on the boss's shoulder and whispered, "I'll give you three years of tax exemption, and reduce your personal sentence by a million years. Now, go outside and guard the door. I don't like being disturbed while I'm drinking. Understand?"

"Thank you, sir," the boss replied with a smile. "I hope you have a good time."