After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

After all, the matter of Harley Quinn was just a small episode of the night, and was quickly forgotten by Hilda. For her, the most important thing at the moment was the safety of Martina Walker.She has always had outstanding mobility, and the day after she decided to protect Martina with her, she followed her to the "Under the Light" bar.

They went to the person in charge of "Under the Light" first, and wanted to ask if there was any job opportunity to sing in - but, unfortunately, the man with the cigar in his mouth just glanced up and down at Hilda and told them that the bar only Lack of dancing girls.

"She's not in shape for our dancing girls," he added.

Hilda: "..."

Martina pressed her fist down hard, and while laughing with the other party, she exited the room guarded by armed bodyguards.

In the corridor covered with thick carpets, Martina sighed helplessly: "...Although we joked with you last time that you could check into a bar by virtue of force, it was just a joke after all. You are a law-abiding citizen, Mr. What's going on in the Gotham Police Department."

Hilda leaned on the railing on the second floor, unconsciously feeling the difficulties of life: "...it is really not easy to make money."

Martina couldn't help but start to comfort her: "It's okay not to work here. It's too chaotic here, where fish and dragons are mixed together, and accidents are easy to happen. Maybe we can see if there are any jobs near the bar... Actually think about it, you are not There is no job at all, aren’t you working as my full-time bodyguard now? Bodyguards are not cheap now, and I should pay you as well. Anyway, don’t worry—” She put her hand on Hilda’s shoulder and pressed the button , "Come backstage with me now? You can stay there later, it's a little better than the bar."

Hilda nodded: "Okay."

She followed Martina down the stairs, through a dark, narrow corridor, and opened a white door—a large but crowded room full of beautiful girls, changing dresses, Those who painted their eyebrows in the vanity mirror, those who zipped each other's skirts, those who sat on the sofa and rested their heads... were noisy and chaotic.

"It's just a bit noisy." Martina commented, "I'll find you a quiet corner later..."

"Hey Martina," someone beckoned, seeing Martina sharply, "why are you so late today? — oh, who is this? Your sister?"

"Good evening, Catherine," Martina also waved to her, trying to explain that Hilda is not her sister, but then remembered that her surname is Walker now, and it would be very troublesome to explain, "...Yeah, she is My distant sister, Hilda Walker, will wait for me here until I get off work, Catherine, can I trouble you to take care of her when I get on stage later?"

Catherine was wearing a dance dress covered in silver, and said with a smile, "Of course, don't worry."

Someone called Martina's name over there: "Martina? Martina Walker? Are you here?"

"Here we come!" Martina responded, and then patted Hilda's shoulder, "I'm going, Catherine, please help Hilda find a quieter place, you wait for me here..."

"If something happens to you," Hilda gestured to her to call, "call me anytime, or come over?"

"Of course, don't worry, my lady knight." Martina couldn't help laughing. Since what happened last night, the relationship between the two of them has become much closer. Perhaps, sharing secrets is indeed a way to bring women closer. A great way to have sex.

She walked towards the other end of the room and quickly disappeared into the crowd.Catherine took Hilda into the room behind a row of clothes racks against the wall. There were a few low chairs there, and it was indeed a very suitable place to hide.However, Catherine also had her own work. She arranged for Hilda, and soon fell into a new busyness.

Hilda sat and played with her mobile phone for a while, put on her earphones and started listening to music. However, perhaps because she sat for too long, she gradually became bored.

When they were bored, the two girls came over. They didn't seem to notice that there was a person hidden behind the hanger, so they just stood by the hanger and started chatting quietly.

"That bastard Hogg came again today?" asked one.

"Isn't it? I just don't know what to do," replied the other.

"The last time he was drunk and entangled here, didn't the boss ask someone to throw him out? How dare he?"

"It doesn't matter if I throw it out once. As soon as I get off work, he will chase after me. I have refused many times, but it was useless. Instead, he threatened me...I heard that he has something to do with the gang nearby... I really don't know what to do."

"I have a solution. You immediately go to a relationship and find a man who is stronger than him. He will naturally scare himself to quit"

"I've thought about this way too, but such a man is more difficult to deal with than Hawke. Don't get rid of him by then, and you will be tied up with new troubles."

"It would be great if there were some reliable bodyguards. That's the bad thing about working in a bar. You'll always meet a few mad dogs and get entangled... Speaking of which, I also met one a few days ago, in the back street. The courtship failed, so he planned to grab my bag, and even said that it was my fault for not agreeing to him, so he wanted my money as compensation, son of a bitch!"

Hilda listened, but slowly sat up straight, pricked up her ears, and slowly turned her head away.

"Do you need bodyguards?" She asked coldly, and the two girls were startled by her.

"Who are you? How did you come in? Why have I never seen you?" A girl in a green dress clutched her chest.

"She was brought in by Martina," said another in a red dress.

"What's the matter with you?" The girl relaxed a little.

"I just want to ask, maybe you need someone to help solve your troubles?" Hilda asked, "Bodyguards, or to help you teach your annoying suitors a lesson and let them retreat... If you need this service," she paused, then continued, "...I think I'm perfectly qualified to do it."

"Hilda?" Catherine happened to come over, she looked at the three confronting girls in front of her suspiciously, "What's going on?"

"She wants to help me with Hawke...does that mean?" Green Skirt said.

"That's what I mean." Hilda nodded.

"... We appreciate your kindness." Green skirt raised her eyebrows, "But, you're just a little girl. With all due respect, you're not enough to punch those stinky men who entangle you."

"That's not necessarily true," Hilda raised her lips, "Of course, I can understand your doubts, so I can help you settle this Mr. Hawk for free to prove my strength. If you are right I am satisfied with the result, but unfortunately encountered new troubles... I hope you can give me priority in finding me. So—"

She stood up slowly, pushed away the floor-to-ceiling clothes hangers, and looked directly at the startled girl in the green skirt: "Tell me, where is your trouble?"

Hilda proved herself perfectly.Surrounded by green and red skirts like a hero, she re-entered the backstage dressing room like a general returning in triumph.After a while, the wonderful fighting story swept through the entire locker room like a hurricane under the "publicity" of the green skirt.Beautiful women of different ethnicities looked at Hilda curiously, and even surrounded her altogether. Some even took the opportunity to pinch her arms and shoulders, wanting to see how the story was hidden under the beautiful but not exaggerated muscle lines The terrifying power of "breaking Hawk's teeth with one punch".

They seemed to think Hilda's reaction was very cute, and they laughed more and more.The story of the green skirt has been told several times, and the more I talked, the more excited I became. Under everyone's attention, I suddenly got the wrong nerve, bent down and gave Hilda a kiss on the face with a "slap"——Hilda stared With wide eyes, he stared at her in disbelief, and slowly put his hand on the lip print, staring at the swinger accusingly like a big girl whose innocence has been tarnished.

The locker room was silent for a second.

In the next second, with a sound of "coaxing--", the women burst into laughter and crowded in front of her, scrambling to kiss Hilda's face.

"Hey you guys- um! Don't...fuck!...wait-shit!-"

A few minutes later, Hilda, with lipstick on her face, was sitting lovelessly on the single sofa in the middle of the dressing room, and several sexy strippers were snuggling up beside her, helping each other while laughing. She wiped those red lips.

When Martina returned to the backstage, what she saw was such a completely unexpected scene.

She almost thought that she was too tired to have this outrageous hallucination, so she rubbed her eyes several times before walking towards Hilda in shock and amazement.Several striptease girls saw her approaching, greeted her one after another, and walked away.

She looked Hilda up and down as if admiring a exhibit for a while, tried to hold back her smile and asked, "You... Pooh, I'm sorry, hahahahahahaha—" She didn't hold back.

Hilda gave her a numb look.

For a long time, Hilda has always been a proud and proud image in Martina's heart, so when she showed such a "suffering" expression, and then think about the reason why she was hit... Martina couldn't help but She laughed even harder, and it took a long time before she could barely stop. She wiped away the tears from her laughter and asked, "...What happened to you?"

Hilda: "...I've been devastated."

Martina covered her mouth in time, otherwise she couldn't help but burst into laughter. She trembled and trembled before clearing her throat: "Um cough—so why?"

"Your lady knight helped Elzer out of trouble!" shouted a woman in a dancing dress.Aroused a burst of approval and laughter.

Hilda: "...I just want to open up a new business market. The kind that pays to help solve troubles."

Martina already understood most of it in her heart, and smiled: "Well... yes, very good, very business-minded, as expected of you, Hilda."

Normally, at this time, Hilda should raise her tail, but at this moment, she just glanced at Martina, wanting to laugh, she tugged at the corner of her mouth for a long time, and drooped silently.

Hilda: ...everything is fine, but the price I paid is too high.

"We all need her help," the green skirt suddenly approached, grinning and shouting, "Thank you Hilda." The women cheered, half of the night shift was over, some were about to leave work, and they were shaking their bodies while removing makeup , Slowly sang a song.

In the unusually warm atmosphere of the locker room, Martina smiled and changed into her own clothes, put on the light gray overcoat, packed her things, quietly pulled Hilda up amidst the singing, and left the bar.