District 9

Late at night, in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.

The old cat came from the back door smelling of alcohol, turned around and was about to go upstairs.

"Brother Cat, why are you here?" A young man came from the direction of the hall and asked with a smile: "Didn't you go upstairs with Brother Yang just now?"

The old cat turned to look at the other person and recognized that this person was the new brother Xu Yang had brought over today. Then he bared his teeth and replied: "Haha, I went out to buy some man's essence."

"What essence?" The young man was stunned for a moment.

"Fuck." The old cat cursed rudely and glared at the young man: "What kind of essence do you think it can be? Just the essence of improving the ability to play."

"...Ah, have you gone to buy medicine?" The young man was speechless: "But logically speaking, your physique shouldn't be right? I heard from the second brother that you were the first shot in Songjiang!"

"I also met my opponent by chance." Lao Mao responded casually: "Today is the first one, so I have to be prepared. Alas, I have played too much in the past few years, and I can't open it when I drink a little. The car is gone.”

"Haha." The young man smiled and said, "Yes, even after I finish drinking."

Just like that, the two of them strolled upstairs while chatting about dirty things.

When they reached the third floor, the old cat pointed to the corridor and said to the young man: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore, I'm going back."

"Happy."

"Haha, that's it." Old Cat nodded and walked to the private room with his hands behind his back.

The young man glanced at the old cat's back, sniffed, and walked upstairs to his room expressionlessly.

…

Tens of seconds later.

The old cat returned to the house and took off his clothes, entered the bathroom and started taking a shower.

After a while, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" the old cat roared, pulling his neck.

"Your little sweetheart." A girl's voice sounded outside the door.

After hearing the sound, the old cat increased the water flow and rinsed the shampoo off his head. Then he wiped his body with a towel, walked to the door, and opened the door.

Outside, a girl wearing a thin windbreaker smiled and said to the old cat, "Hello."

"Come on, come on." The old cat smiled and moved away.

After the woman entered the room, she took off her coat, turned around and asked, "Ah, are you so self-conscious? It's all washed away?"

The old cat looked at the woman sideways, and immediately bared his teeth and replied: "I can wash it again."

"I hate you." The woman pushed the old cat: "It's full of water. Let's go to the bathroom."

After the two entered the bathroom, they closed the door and wondered what kind of show was going on.

…

After the woman entered the room, about ten minutes later, a young man walked into the hotel lobby. He was wearing a velvet hat and a thick military coat. His feet left a row of snowy footprints on the ground and he rushed upstairs very quickly.

After the young man arrived on the third floor, he recognized the direction from left to right, then quickly walked to the right and came to the door of a private room.

"Ding dong!"

The young man thought about it for a long time and rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" A woman's voice came from inside the house.

As soon as the young man heard that there was someone in the room, he immediately took two or three steps back, suddenly raised his right foot, and ran towards the door lock to kick it.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After two muffled sounds, the door lock was kicked into pieces. The young man took out a small camera phone from his arms and rushed into the room in two steps.

"Fuck, who are you?!"

On the bed, the old cat was wrapped in a bath towel and asked in shock.

"What a bastard!" The young man hooked the door with his foot, holding a camera in his right hand, his eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and cursed at the woman: "I sell medicine to support you, why don't you come out and have sex with others? No? Damn it, do you want face?!"

The woman was stunned. She looked at the young man who was at a loss for a moment and stood in the corner without moving.

"Snapped!"

The young man went up and slapped the woman: "You bitch, are you cuckolding me? Damn it, I'll kill you!"

On the bed, the old cat suddenly sat up, holding the bath towel that was about to fall apart in his right hand, and looked at the two of them suspiciously: "What are you two playing at?"

"What are you playing with? What are you playing with? She is the wife I bought with money!" The young man grabbed the woman's hair and yelled with ferocious eyes: "You have two dollars, you can fuck other people's women, right? "

"Don't talk to me about this," Old Mao waved his hand irritably: "Put down the phone in your hand."

"I won't let go." The young man pulled the woman's hair hard: "I will take a clear picture today."

"Did you come here to make money?" Lao Mao asked with experience: "You talk about making money, don't talk about anything else, what are you recording for fun?!"

"Bang!"

At this moment, the woman leaned back hard on her waist and abdomen, pushed the young man with both hands, and broke free.

After the young man pulled out a handful of the woman's hair, he stretched out his hand to grab her again.

The woman turned around and ran out the door with her bare feet.

The young man held a camera in his hand and always ensured that he could take a picture of the old cat, so his movements were awkward and he even took two steps back to catch up.

After the woman rushed out, the old cat also reached for his pants and prepared to leave.

"Bang!"

The young man reached out and pushed the door open, then rushed towards the old cat: "Want to leave? Where are you going!"

"Stay away from me." Old Mao's eyes were gloomy, and he reached for the phone to call someone. Because only he and Xu Yang had private rooms on this floor, so even if he shouted at this moment, no one else could hear him.

"Don't move." The young man pointed at the old cat and said in a low voice: "How about we chat about this matter?"

"Okay, then put down the camera first." The old cat stretched out his hand to grab it.

"Don't move." The young man pushed the old cat with his left hand, opened his mouth and shouted: "Fifty thousand."

"Are you fucking dreaming?"

"Aren't you the Third Captain of the Black Street Superintendent? I photographed you, so why don't you ask for more than 50,000?!" The young man made it clear.

The old cat was stunned: "Are you sure you want to play fairy jump with me?"

"I jumped on you, what are you doing? Give me 50,000 yuan and I'll sell the video."

"Okay, let me make a call." Old Mao gritted his teeth and nodded: "I'll have someone send you money."

"No, you come with me first and then make a call."

"Get out of here." Old Mao pushed the other person, holding the bath towel in his right hand and starting to walk out.

"Let's go, want to go?" The young man stepped forward and raised his hand to pull the old cat's bath towel.

"Fuck you!"

The old cat was anxious and reached out to grab the other person's hair, but at this moment the bath towel fell down instantly.

"Gudong!"

While the two were fighting, the old cat and the other party fell on the sofa at the same time. The latter pressed the old cat and shouted: "Damn it, you are still fighting with me...!"

The old cat's eyes were red, and he looked back at the vase on the sofa table. He picked it up and smashed it: "You are so blind that anyone would dare to mess with you, right?"

"Bang!"

There was a crisp sound, and the vase exploded in the room. The young man shrank his neck and fell from the sofa to the ground with a thud.

…

"Tap!"

At the same time, there were footsteps in the corridor, and a young man was walking towards the old cat's room.