Glamorous Fast Time Guide

That night.

It is hot summer, and the heat of Qingcheng has not yet dissipated. The night is starless and moonless, and the streets shrouded in dark clouds are dark and dead.

It's twelve o'clock in the morning. Usually at this time, many young people will come out to drink and chat at the roadside food stalls. Under the short-sleeved clothes, there is wet and smelly sweat. You can’t see people on the streets of Qingcheng at night, so those small business shops are closed early, because it’s better to stay here. It's better to go back early to cool off.

Of course, the indoor air-conditioned entertainment venues are excluded, and these places are very lively recently, almost full of people, and it can even be said that the "nightlife" has just begun.

Galaxy Nightclub.

Inside is a three-dimensional hall with three superimposed circular cylindrical structures. Under the flickering and dimming colorful lights of the rotating ball, the golden powder walls reveal a layer of dark gold ambiguously like a woman's smoky makeup eye shadow.

At the end of the first floor facing the main entrance is a huge T-shaped stage. A stripper with heavy makeup and a three-point dress is dancing coquettishly with her breasts twisted and her hips raised. It seemed that the ground was trembling slightly. Under the stage, there were densely packed diners who were drunk and dreamy, with their legs crossed and a cigarette in their hand. The smoke they spit out could condense and faint.

The music gradually reached its climax. The dancer's eyes moved around lingeringly. Her eyes, which were painted black and bright, were full of charm. She raised her shoulders and raised her hips. She gently hooked her fingers around her chest Under the little piece of clothing left in front.

The meaning of her movements is very obvious. With the light effect of neon clothes and the noisy music, a group of people below immediately stood up and booed loudly, dancing with hands and feet. All the wretched and salivating expressions on his face began to be revealed.

However, at this tense and exciting moment, a throat-piercing and lung-piercing cry suddenly came from a certain box on the third floor.

"Ah!" The voice screamed high and sharply, and the pitch soared into the sky, which made people feel chills in their hearts, and their hair pimples stood on end.

Just at this moment, earth-shattering cheers and whistles came from downstairs, and it was known without thinking that the dancer must have lifted off the small leaf that covered the flesh, which caused the atmosphere in the hall to suddenly drop. On a commanding heights.

The noisy and chaotic noise perfectly covered the screaming sound, but, even if it was spread, the people below would not be curious about what happened, and would only continue to indulge in the charming joy .

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third floor.

The sound insulation effect of the boxes here is not bad, one can imagine how amazing the sound that could come out of the box just now was.

Therefore, in this special private room with the tightly closed door, an atmosphere completely different from the hall downstairs spread to every corner of the private room.

The feeling of coldness and suffocation spread to everyone in the box. Everyone lowered their heads tremblingly and clenched their teeth, or some people stood there with tense brows and expressionless faces, even though there were several people hanging behind their backs. It is a picture of a happy girl in the alder fruit, but compared with them, it seems that these women are as noble as the pictures of the saints displayed on the display stand.

The camp of the confronting personnel inside was clear at a glance, and it was a middle-aged man paralyzed on the ground, convulsing and convulsing, who was stared at by the ruthless black-clothed people.

From his body, there was also a strong foul smell, which made the whole room smell so strong that it made people frown and have difficulty breathing.

Chen Fanmo kicked over directly. He is tall and burly, and one can see the bulging muscles under the short lining, so the strength of his kick can be imagined. How big is it.

"Aw——hiss, ahh, I was wrong, Huo... Master Huo, Master Huo, please forgive me, ah!"

The man who was kicked immediately spewed out saliva and tears together, and only then did people realize that the man's clothes were covered in blood, and the ground was splashed with blood, and a machete was thrown to the corner with blood dripping .

This man's hands were cut off by his wrists!It's terrifying!

That kick just now definitely hit the wound!Otherwise, why would this man lose his voice and cry out in horror, and he was tortured so much that his throat was broken, and now he can only beg for mercy in a hoarse voice, but he can't care about the wound anymore, he is as disgusting as an egg worm move forward.

Chen Fanmo naturally blocked him.

It can be seen that the middle-aged man is also very afraid of him. After being stopped by him, his body trembled like a sieve, and he knelt on the ground fiercely, yelling: "Huo... Huo, Master Huo, please spare me, I Wrong, I dare not, I dare not."

Chen Fanmo looked at him like a groundhog, cowardly and acting like a groundhog, and wanted to kick him again.

But before he could continue his movements, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Amo, that's enough."

The sound was not loud, but it made Chen Fanmo quickly turn around and bow his head.

I saw a man pushed out from several tall bodyguards. This man was sitting on a wheelchair with his back straight. In fact, no flaws could be seen on him from his appearance. Sitting still can tell that he is tall and slender, with obvious cheek lines, high eyebrows and deep eyes, a pair of thin lips lightly pursed, a cold expression, and a cold breath.

The man was pushed in front of the middle-aged man who was lying on the ground. Chen Fanmo naturally handed over the work to the man who pushed his wheelchair, and put his hands on the handle.

The middle-aged man threw himself forward, not even daring to look up at the man, his courage had already been frightened: "Master Huo, Master Huo, I was wrong, I was wrong."

The man was unmoved, and said coldly, "You committed the crime knowingly..."

"I won't dare again, I won't dare again!" The people below had no image, crying like they died.

The man called "Huo Ye" was unmoved, raised his hand and waved it slightly, and Chen Fanmo, who had been following behind him for many years, was already familiar with all the man's movements, so he pulled the wheelchair and moved backwards.

The man narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "I knew this before, so why bother." The man paused for a second, then continued: "I'm going back, and I will leave the rest to Ah Zhou."

The man who was called A Zhou by the man came out after hearing the news, and he was able to maintain a smile under the oppressive atmosphere. It can be seen that he should also be the man's right-hand man.

The sickly middle-aged man over there is still screaming at Mr. Huo not to leave. If I'm wrong, the man here has already been pushed out of the box by Chen Fanmo.

Of course, they took another path, instead of going through the gate, they walked to the back door after getting off the elevator.

Parked at the back door is the man's low-key remodeled RV. From the outside, it looks like a simple black business model for eight people.

After the man was pushed out, someone opened the door, put down the iron skateboard, and the man was pushed up in a wheelchair.

Chen Fanmo naturally followed closely.

Soon, after half an hour, the car drove slowly to a secret private residence, and the car was stopped immediately.

This is a villa, and the men's room is the master bedroom on the highest third floor.

Chen Fanmo knew very well that Mr. Huo must take a bath first.

So he pushed the man straight to the destination. The master bedroom is large, with a generous profile, and the bathroom is also large. Inside are buttons specially designed for men, which are convenient for him to operate.

Chen Fanmo sent the man in and then backed out. He just stood where he was, listening to the sound of dripping water inside.

After 10 minutes, the sound of the water stopped dripping completely, and when Chen Fanmo was waiting for the man to call him, the man had already pushed the door and slid out of the wheelchair.

The man took a shower while sitting in a wheelchair, so the entire wheelchair was wet, and two water marks were scraped off the floor when he slid out.

"Let me come, Master Huo." Chen Fanmo stepped forward immediately, and quickly grabbed the handle behind the wheelchair.

Chen Fanmo pushed the man to the big bed, and then he signaled the man that he was going to the bathroom to wash his hands. Soon, Chen Fanmo washed his hands, wiped the water with a dry towel, and then walked out.

He naturally walked up to the man and knelt on one knee to pull up his trousers.

The man looked at him and frowned, and pushed his head with his hands: "Take a stool and sit on it, don't kneel."

Chen Fanmo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, obediently moved a small stool that had been placed in the corner of the room for him.

The small stool is very small, and Chen Fanmo would have to spread his long legs when he sat down. In addition, he is tall and strong, so sitting on such a small stool looks quite funny.

But neither of the two present would appreciate it.

Chen Fanmo stroked up the two tubes of the man's loose pajama pants and fastened them separately, revealing two lotus root-like arms underneath, and some shriveled calves, because there is no sunlight all day long and no exercise, the whiteness is a bit scary, And compared to the man's body, it seems a bit inappropriately slender, plus the man's fine hair is not visible, it feels like touching cold jade, the skin is tender and soft.

While Chen Fanmo lowered his head, he could clearly smell the faint scent of shower gel wafting from the man's calf.

He carefully kneaded, kneaded, and poked down on the man's toes section by section. When he pinched the calf, he straightened one of his legs and lifted the man's calf to rest on his thigh. .

"Amo."

"what?"

Chen Fanmo raised his head and looked at the man looking down at him with condescending eyebrows. From his angle, he could still see the man's whole face. Chen Fanmo asked respectfully while massaging, "Master Huo, what's the matter?"

Although the man's calf was being pressed, and it seemed that Chen Fanmo's strength was not small, but from his perception, there was no pain there, it should be said that he didn't even feel it.

The man thought of the recent abnormal temperature and wanted to ask Chen Fanmo, but after thinking about it, the man felt that he had nothing to ask, so he said, "Forget it, it's nothing."

"Oh."

"Well-"

Chen Fanmo's massaging movements stopped suddenly, because he heard the man humming softly on his head, the voice was very soft, but soon, Chen Fanmo's movements continued to press that place, and sure enough, He saw the man move slightly uncomfortably.

Chen Fanmo asked softly worriedly: "Master Huo, is your knee still hurting?"