Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

Except for Lancer, everyone else needs to go through some disguises in order to sneak into the high-end club.

"It is said that the people present are all well-known local political and business figures, and even the people who perform on stage are popular female stars. No wonder they take safety issues so seriously."

A pack of chewing gum fell out of the pocket of the black windbreaker he took off. The green packaging made Lancer's heart feel cold.

Lancer casually opened one and stuffed it into his mouth. The refreshing taste of the mint went straight to Tianling Gai, which finally gave him some energy.

I spent the rest of the night relying on chewing gum.

Gin watched him stuff his chewing gum into the pain bag openly and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Soon, the man in front of him took off his clothes, revealing his strong muscles. He showed himself in front of Lancer without hesitation, and he changed into formal clothes in a leisurely manner.

At this moment, Lancer finally started to dislike the long silver hair that was swaying around the man's back.

Tsk! The blocking is pretty tight.

[System: Wow! This figure is amazing! Host, you need to exercise more. 】

The system's voice sounded worried.

Lancer was puzzled: Why?

[System: Man! Don’t you even want to compare? At least you can't be pinned down when fighting! 】

Lancer:…

Suddenly I wanted to curse.

Even in the lair manor where people can relax a little, Gin always wears dark shirts or pajamas, which makes his skin that is not exposed to the sun even whiter.

Now, in order to successfully sneak into the venue, he had to change into a white shirt, which perfectly wrapped his muscles and bones. Put on a silver-gray vest and a gold-rimmed tie.

Even the long silver hair at that end was neatly tied back with a clip inlaid with gems. The broken hair on the forehead softened the sharpness of the overly sharp eyes, making them sexy and gentle.

The man put his coat on his arm, and his makeshift gold-rimmed glasses and long thin chain hanging behind his ears made him look more scholarly.

But Lancer knew clearly that beneath his seemingly quiet appearance was a powerful sense of power that was ready to go.

When a gold-looking watch was put on the man's wrist, Lancer finally couldn't hold himself any longer.

"You are really rich..."

Luxury watches, sports cars, beauties... are all standard equipment for a big shot.

He obviously has this ability, but he insists on wearing a thick windbreaker all day long and dressing like a homeless man.

What kind of hobby...

Gin said nonchalantly: "There are some benefits that are indispensable for working for an organization. I have no special interest in these things. If you like it, you can take it."

Lancer shrugged, not appearing particularly eager.

"It's useless for me to want those things, and I don't have any occasion to show them off."

He seemed to have thought of something, "Speaking of which, it seems that you haven't driven your Porsche for a long time. Did you buy a new car?"

"Since the tracker was installed last time, I retired it." The man bit a cigarette out of habit and said with a smile: "After all, antique cars like that are easy to be tampered with."

Lancer opened his mouth, but he still didn't tell him the truth.

At this time, Vodka came in from outside the door and reminded them: "Brother, it's time to get ready to go."

They immediately found a temporary foothold near the high-grade gray pipe to prepare for the disguise.

Lancer glanced at the time on his phone. It was already half past eleven, and it would be midnight in thirty minutes.

And there wasn't much time left before they took action.

Vodka handed an invitation letter to Gin's hand. He wanted to say something more, but when he saw Gin extending his hand towards Lancer with an indifferent expression, he suddenly choked and had to swallow those words back. in stomach.

Seeing Lancer put his hand on Gin's arm, Vodka breathlessly said to the others in the headset: "Pay attention, get ready for action."

The earphones came from the manpower lurking everywhere, reporting signals one after another: "Understood."

[System: The host has triggered a temporary task—to complete today’s performance for female singer Ms. Okino Yoko. The reward is 1000 points and a blind box draw. Currently, you have accumulated one undrawn draw...]

Lancer's hand on the man's arm slowly tightened.

His fists were clenched hard, as if he was going to fight with someone.

Could this mission be any more outrageous? How can he complete a performance for a professional female singer in his current state?

Going on stage to talk about cross talk?

When Lancer was scratching his head in annoyance, he heard the man next to him say: "If this task makes you feel embarrassed, it's not impossible to do it differently."

In the headset, Bomaluo and the others said dissatisfiedly: "Boss, please don't mess around!"

The noisy quarrel disappeared after Gin pressed the button to pause communication.

Lancer was a little surprised, turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I didn't expect you to make concessions for me! But it doesn't matter, this is not the only thing that makes me embarrassed... let's go in."

Before Gin could question them, the security personnel at the entrance of the club were already asking for invitations.

Gin's noble and elegant demeanor fooled these people. They politely made a gesture of invitation and let them into the club.

Waiting for them ahead is the security check system.

Lancer felt that Gin had ensured that nothing would happen to the handbag, so he safely placed the pain bag on the conveyor belt of the security inspection machine.

As a result, when I passed the security check, the machine sounded an alarm.

Lancer subconsciously prepared to take the gun from the system warehouse, but Gin calmly pressed the back of his hand.

"Don't mess around."

"But……"

As if they were used to it, the security staff asked them to go to the back and check their bags.

The security officer responsible for observing the scanning screen made a long gesture. Lancer seemed to understand something and reluctantly took out the chewing gum that he had put away not long ago.

The security guard's expression relaxed and his tone softened a lot.

"Sir, you can't bring outside food inside. I can keep it for you first. If you still need it when you come out, you can go to the welcome desk over there and take it away."

Lancer curled his lips, but heard the man thank them in a deep and pleasant voice.

He suspected that his ears had heard it wrong, so the big hand held his waist and walked inside.

After walking further away, Lancer looked at Gin in surprise.

"I didn't expect you would talk to them in such a tone..."

I really envy those security guards!

But Gin regained his indifferent look and whispered: "Disguise, undercover, and role-playing are all strictly trained."

He asked Lancer: "Is it weird?"

"No." Lancer vaguely remembered his past, and his cheeks turned red.

Not surprising at all, he has also dressed as a woman.