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A group of security guards in black suits appeared from nowhere, one of them grabbed the blond hair, stuffed the woman's lifeless body into a black garbage bag, bowed to the master, turned and left.

The rest of the guides acted as if nothing had happened, walking and talking as they should.

Although the clubhouse has a personal protection function for the guide, guests are not allowed to kill the guide, but obviously, the master is not a guest and has higher authority.

Olier sneered again: "Want to test whether I can still fight? This trick is too tender."

As he himself said, the universe bandit is the most respected, and there are countless people who want his position. There are very few people who play cards unreasonably like Bamboo, and most of them still use this small method-send a cannon fodder to test .

Olier showed his hand in full view, on the one hand, it means that his mental power is still at its peak, he can kill people, and warns whether it is his own people or the traitor, don't try to act rashly; on the other hand, he is also testing Bamboo's reaction.

No matter how powerful Bamboo is, to be honest, Olier hasn't seen Bamboo kill anyone yet.On the "Red Skull" battleship, the space pirates on the entire ship were well protected. Even when fighting against the space police, they only destroyed the space police fighters instead of annihilating them.

There is no human life in the hand of being a pirate, just like there is no salt shaker on the dining table.

What is Bamboo's attitude towards life?

He intentionally killed the woman in front of Bamboo, and at the same time secretly prepared for Bamboo to stop or reprimand her.

But he prepared for nothing.

The master behind him, not to mention using his mental power to stop him, let alone interrupting him with his mouth, did not even pause for a breath.

Dying a person is like dying an ant.

Olier confirmed Bamboo's cold-blooded and ruthless speculation, and at the same time was suspicious of Bamboo's happy words and deeds in the morning light. Is this the same person?Thinking about the other party's various actions, Olier deeply felt that this person was really hiding his secrets and should not be underestimated.

Bamboo is very composed, and he rarely loses his composure.

An observer, can you expect him to have a hand in this?He likes to be a transparent person, quietly checking everything that happens.

Just like people from wildlife protection organizations or zoologists, they may pretend to be wolves in order to integrate into wild wolves, but they will definitely not prevent wolves from hunting, let alone the battle of survival of the fittest among wolves.They will also have a few particularly playful partners in the wolf pack, but except for a few extreme fanatics, no one will marry and mate with wolves.They just observe and record the gift and indifference of nature, both integrating and withdrawing.

The same goes for Bamboo's observation mission.

He just asked when Olier was about to leave the hall: "Is the guide the same as the guidebook?"

Olier looked at him with eyes that didn't quite understand, wondering if it was only at this time that he thought of making trouble?Reflex arc so long?No, there must be something else.

Sure enough, Bamboo added, "I mean, are they all free?" If he could, he'd like to get one.

After all, there are a lot of new things to "taste" in this kind of place. When talking with Chen Xi, Bamboo's mental power had already been developed, and he slipped around in this building. Later, he thought about it seriously. He can't treat himself too badly when he's working part-time. He needs to gain more "experience" before he can be better qualified for his job, right?

"No." The master communicated with him directly, "They have to pay the protection fee to Red Poppy every month, and they rely on the tips of visitors and the consumption commissions of various areas of the club to survive. The minimum tip is [-] stars per hour currency, there is no cap on it.”

It turns out that it is flexible adjustment, half depends on one's own ability, and half depends on the generosity of customers, Bamboo thought silently, and in order to supplement the information, he asked again: "Is there a cap on the number? If you give more, the service provided will be different?"

"Yes, as long as you have enough money, you can do anything. As long as both parties are willing, the club will not interfere. This is not measured by the talent value."

"why?"

"The rules set by Chenxi..." Olier's eyes lit up, "I'll find you a guide, you can know a lot about Red Poppy." Now that Bamboo has obvious interest in this club, he doesn't want to be Bamboo asked questions from morning to night every day.

"Okay." Bamboo blinked and blinked, "Can I pick it myself? Anyone can?"

"Choose whoever you want, you can do whatever you want." Olier wanted to find a guide, and it was a matter of minutes. He also kept more than a dozen guides as eyeliners-eyeliner income is another source of income for guides, Olier But he didn't intend to tell Bamboo about this.

"Thank you for your generosity." Bamboo let go of his mental power—a mental force field completely different from this civilized society, Olier couldn't detect it, and neither could the monitoring device installed by Red Poppy—Bambu didn't Instead of using mental power to detect people's specific thoughts, after surrounding the entire hall, they found the central optical brain...

"'Little black cat'?" Olier repeated.

"Yes, although he is not the most outstanding guide of this month, his ranking distribution has always been in the top five, and the customer reviews are all 99% favorable. However, it seems that he has been booked?" Bamboo asked, " You said that you can pick anyone, can you use more tips to lure him over?" He dug out the information from his brain at the front desk.

"This is considered a violation of the guest agreement. Unless the other guest agrees, we will pay liquidated damages." Olier explained that he also forgot to add a restrictive attributive before "choose anyone", "is idle", but in his case His status and financial resources, as well as the problem of face since ancient times, made him agree very casually, "It's okay-do you need it now? Let's go directly to the front desk."

"Okay." Bamboo didn't have any comments.

Olier turned the wheelchair around, and Bamboo didn't care about taking advantage of his privileges. Of course he was happy to hear about it. How could Yu Pirates pay attention to equality?The so-called equality is just a fig leaf leaked from the powerful to the weak.

The hostess lady at the front desk is wearing a beautiful uniform, the style of the guard of honor of the imperial guards, the main colors are white, green and gold. This set of guard of honor was once satirized as a "walking Christmas tree", but it is really beautiful, and the design of the red poppy is so beautiful. The lower half of the ceremonial uniform is not trousers but a miniskirt, the kind that is as short as the thighs. The focus is on the clothes or the legs, so that's it.

"I want to appoint the little black cat to serve me tonight." Olier fiddled with the control panel, with a synthetic voice, "Notify his reserved guests that I will pay the liquidated damages."

The hostess quickly flipped through the records: "Master, the little black cat has been reserved for half a year. Today is the fifth day. The other party is a platinum member of the clubhouse..."

"—Meow~ Someone is going to designate a little black cat again, meow?" A sweet female voice came from the side.

She has a white tutu skirt, curly hair, a pair of imitation cat ears, cat paws, a cat tail, a small golden bell on the bow tie, and three small beards painted on her face. Although her figure is petite, she is quite There is material.

The girl smiled and waved the cat's paw: "Meow ~ the little black cat will be so happy! What does it matter to be a guest, it's worth it to be the master's guide, meow~"

This is flattery, and there is something in the words.

Such a sentence, people heard, is that the little black cat disregarded the reputation of the guide, rushed to flatter the master, and dumped a customer.Basically, if the guide who dared to do this did not have a strong background, the red poppy might be killed by the original customer in minutes-the customers in the club are equal. As for the guide, it is similar to a commodity, and whoever has the money belongs to whom; And the loser can't afford to offend the winner, lose face, and it couldn't be easier to take his anger out on the guide.

"No." Bamboo corrected.

The girl had long seen Bamboo next to her grandfather, and thought it was the master's entourage, but now she heard the other party rushing to speak, and was very surprised. Now that the child is so ignorant of good and bad, he is afraid that he will suffer.

—But what does that have to do with her?

She ignored Bamboo, and still waved the cat's claws with a smile. The white fluffy paws and the pink and tender meat pads are very cute: "Meow~ Master~ Is it an honor for the little white cat, meow~"

Olier didn't speak, he just planned to see what kind of answer Bamboo would give.

Bamboo said flatly: "Your name is Xiaobai Mao, the customer satisfaction rate is 90%, the performance is not outstanding, and you are in the top 25 of the guides. You have received [-] customer complaints in half a year, and some customers threatened to kill you. you."

The girl's little white cat's expression changed slightly. These are internal documents that only the staff can look up. If she didn't have the intention to investigate, she wouldn't know, but being investigated by the master...she offended the master's people?

Bamboo was just discussing the matter. Seeing that the little white cat had stopped talking, he turned to the receptionist: "Can I contact the little black cat?"

"Okay, okay." The receptionist didn't speak when she saw the master, so she naturally listened to Bamboo, "Master, and this little guest, the little black cat will be here in five minutes."

"OK, thanks."

Bamboo was talking all the time, the little white cat didn't react when he saw Olier, and knew that he had misjudged the wrong customer, so his thoughts on grabbing the order went out a bit, and he continued to fight with a smile: "Meow~ the little black cat is still here!" I haven't arrived yet, won't the little guest play with my sister for a while, meow~"

Bamboo was clear: "No thanks."

The little white cat could only twist its waist and reluctantly walk away—think about it, if the master is willing to pay the liquidated damages, how much tip can such a guest get, I still have to fight for this opportunity...

"It's been five and a half minutes." Bamboo said, looking at the optical brain on his wrist.

The author has something to say: the cute little black cat, the little black cat who will be scared to cry by Bamboo, the little black cat who has heard Bamboo confess hahaha~~~~

Bamboo started brushing the copy of the little black cat