Demon Star Pandora [Interstellar]

Morris turned to the corridor beyond the bathroom. When he walked to the utility room, he saw a note pasted on a door with a code word drawn on it for him to connect with the informant.So he looked around and quietly opened the door of the utility room, just in time to see a paper bag on the shelf in the utility room, that was what he wanted.

Morris then pressed the gold card he brought on the shelf, and then walked out leisurely with a paper bag.

And Mitchell is eating his ice cream seriously, and he doesn't know how to dance, he has no interest in the noisy dance floor.

Although Mitchell is still handsome even if he changes his hair color to black, but this is Youtuo Star, a place where handsome men and beauties gather in the entire galaxy, and it is also a place where plastic surgery is most developed. Make a pretty face that can be called perfect, not to mention the black market where you can get everything.

It can be said that everyone on the dance floor who dared to come out late at night to have a carnival had an extremely delicate face. Among these people, Mitchell did not stand out too much.

In addition, his clothes are conservative and lackluster among Youtuoxing, who is popular in all kinds of bold and weird outfits nowadays, and his hairstyle is also considered to be an attempt to show his personality and intentionally grow long, but it has no characteristics. Therefore, no one talks to him .

The only difference between Mitchell and these people on the dance floor is that his exquisite appearance is born rather than acquired, but the lighting is dim, who will notice such tiny details?

On the other hand, Morris, who is holding a paper bag, is now a disguise of an ordinary person. He has short natural and uninhibited black hair, and it seems that he has not undergone any highlights or dyes. His deep eyes are not gorgeous or even a bit ordinary. He was even more attractive, and he was wearing an anti-trend retro leather jacket, which seemed not to be submerged in the filth of the black street, but with the unique publicity of young people, he was eye-catching in the crowd.

[Obviously she is dressed similarly to Mitchell, but she has been noticed because of her short hair and ordinary appearance. 】Looking closely at the eyes of Morris, a man sitting on a luxurious VIP round sofa at the corner of the ballroom, the sofa seats are wrapped in transparent glass decoration, soundproof but low-key, surrounded by translucent purple veils, There are often some bigwigs with extraordinary backgrounds sitting inside, accompanied by his own subordinates and some handsome men and women.

That man has long, wavy brown-gold hair and is wearing a black costume. Needless to say, his appearance is charming and sinister. One can tell from his appearance that this man has a domineering personality like an emperor, and his whole body indeed exudes the aura of a king. breath.

This person's background is really extraordinary, he is the "emperor" of the entire Youtuoxing gang, he controls the largest Youtuoxing gang - "Angry Tiger Group", and is the underground emperor of Youtuoxing.

And his pedigree is even more astonishing. It is said that he is a descendant of a branch of a branch of a branch of the Xingchen family, so he inherited the characteristic long hair of the Xingchen family with blond hair, and a perfect beauty that did not come from plastic surgery. appearance.

This person's name is Di Feng, and he is ruthless. Anyone who knows his name is in awe of him. Even the well-informed oiran on the dance floor will tremble slightly with fright when toasting him.

"All of you go down." Di Feng signaled the hostesses and men and women in diamond see-through suits surrounding him to retreat, while he stood up from the sofa and walked towards Morris.

Morris came to Mitchell's side and said, "Don't eat that ice cream, let me show you the legendary dream fried noodles."

As he said that, he even took out a plastic lunch box from the paper bag. It turned out that he spent a lot of money and used his power to obtain not only information, but also fried noodles made by the former boss of the Blue Dragon Group who had retired for 30 years.

Although the packaging is poor, even Morris himself thinks the cooking skills of this fried noodles are extremely delicious. It is said that the old man liked cooking when he was young. Easy shot.

But when Morris mentioned Mrs. Della's name, the old man obediently agreed to make fried noodles for him.

I don't know what kind of powerful character Mrs. Della was when she was young.

"I'll wipe it! This chow mein is so delicious!" Mitchell picked up the disposable chopsticks and took a bite and couldn't stop.

"Are you eating in this kind of crappy place? Don't you want to find a better place?" Morris looked at him eating with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I can't take care of it! It's so delicious!" Mitchell didn't even want to look up, and his body and mind were captured by the deliciousness of the peerless fried noodles.

"Cut. I haven't seen the world." Morris puffed out the smoke ring, but secretly admired the way Mitchell ate.

The bartender felt uncomfortable seeing the two eating fried noodles at the bar, but as soon as he came over, Morris generously threw out a few rolls of money as a tip.

I have to say that Morris is really generous. His tips are the largest denomination universal star notes in Interstellar—much more valuable than this friend Tuo Xing’s money. This roll of tips is enough for him to work for a year, so the bartender also Leave them alone.

"You are probably the first to come to this place to eat fried noodles." Morris said and asked Mitchell for a glass of water.

"Do you eat? Give you half?" Mitchell asked.

"I can eat it whenever I want." Although Morris still spoke with disdain, he was still very proud. When he heard that Mitchell wanted to share fried noodles with himself, he felt even more embarrassed.

"You didn't even eat dinner, we each have half!" Mitchell called the bartender to get a larger glass bowl, and he insisted on giving half to Morris.

"You still have a little conscience." Morris pretended to be reluctant, picked up the fork and forked the fried noodles, and shamelessly slid the fried noodles at the bar with Mitchell.

At this time, Di Feng suddenly sat next to Morris, lit a cigarette, and blew smoke at Morris provocatively.

"A new face." Di Feng winked at the bartender, and the bartender immediately mixed two glasses of his favorite cocktails and served them to him respectfully.

"Mr. Di, please use it." The bartender with a face full of flesh smiled flatteringly at this moment.

Di Feng waved his hand to signal him to back off. With fried noodles in his mouth, Morris squinted at Di Feng and said coldly, "Are you sick? Spray smoke on my face?"

"Li Mo, this man looks like a coward, don't start arguing here. This is his territory." Mitchell whispered on his left.

"Don't be afraid of him." Morris said to Mitchell, "You go outside and wait for me on the motorcycle." He said and handed the car keys to Mitchell.

"...I'll wait for you to go together." Mitchell saw that Li Mo was determined to provoke the boss, and it was absolutely impossible for him to leave Li Mo here alone.

"I heard it very clearly, but you actually called me a local snake. Is my opinion so low in your heart?" Di Feng laughed twice in a low voice, "My name is Di Feng, you make me care a lot, boy .”

"Di Feng? Are you the famous black street emperor here?" Morris raised his lips, "I thought it was some kind of guy, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

"Hehehehe... You are very courageous, and I appreciate you more and more. In the past ten years, you are the only one who dares to talk to me like that." Di Feng narrowed his eyes, "The last person who talked to me like that , do you know what happened to him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gun was put against Mitchell's head.It is Di Feng's subordinate.

"You dare to touch my people!!!" Morris pulled the fried noodle bowl to the ground, and slammed down on the bar, but the sound was drowned out by the deafening music and carnival.

"If you don't want your friend to get hurt, just listen to me." Di Feng was more and more satisfied with Morris who was as wild as a cheetah.

"Oh, don't you just want to sleep with me?" Morris told Di Feng's mind.

"Quick talk, interesting." Di Feng did not deny that he was deeply attracted by this black-haired young man.If he only cared about his appearance and eyes just now, now he is completely caught by some factors in Morris's soul.

"I choose the location, you must ensure the safety of my companion," Morris said.

"Okay, I really want to see what tricks you are up to." Di Feng smiled and drank the wine in the glass.

"Wow." Mitchell expressed his complete bewilderment (⊙_⊙). He didn't know why the mood of the melon-eating crowd emerged spontaneously.