"This should be the last one."

After shaking the list, she drew a small red x on each piece of paper.

Pei Ye's eyes fell on the last target name.

"City Hell Bar? How to get to this place?"

She folded the list in half twice and stuffed it into her pocket, took out a box of cigarettes from her pocket, opened the box and pulled out one.

The sound of finger snaps sounded particularly clearly in this dark alley.

The sound fell, and the cigarette butts held by his mouth also lit up.

Pei Ye smoked for a while and spit out the smoke rings, calming down the irritability aroused by the rate of falling from the "Love and Raising Cubs" wishing pool.

While smoking, navigating and walking out of the alley, the City Hell Bar is not far from her.

This bar is located in the basement near a suburb of a wealthy area. It covers a vast area. It not only has beautiful wines, but also countless bees and butterflies. It can be called a major internet celebrity attraction in the wealthy area. Which rich area playboy has never checked in here and has been to 419?

Pei Ye followed the navigation and found it.

In such an indulgent world, there are naturally no rules for bars to enter. No matter whether they are humans or dogs, they can enter as long as they have the face and money. There are no plots that require the elderly to bring new people over. Pei Ye has no money, but the original owner "Xiaoqing" has a very good face. With that big flower arm, he looks like a social person who often spends time in bars, dances, sings, and drinks.

Pei Ye came in with a look of face, but he didn't encounter the plot of accidentally blocking the playboy's path and being teased and then slapped back in the face.

The view inside the City Hell Bar was very dark, with big red, blue and yellow lights everywhere. The huge dance floor squeezed a bunch of young men and women shaking their heads and fiddling with their limbs. The rhythmic but slightly noisy music tortured Pei Ye's eardrums...

"Beauty, I'll invite you to a bar."

Pei Ye just sat down, and the young man with a colorful Mary Sue cockscomb and headed over the T-shirt and jacket, with seven or eight earrings, one on both sides of the nose ring, and an old silver-white skull necklace around his neck. There were more tattoos on his two thick arms than Pei Ye.

"Thank you, but I'm not here to drink, I'm here to find someone."

Pei Ye pushed his wine glass away with expressionless expression. The young man was not angry but came over to get close.

"Who do you want for girls? There are no regular customers in this bar that I don't know."

Pei Ye glanced at him and said a name.

The young man's eyes turned: "You said Brother X, I'm familiar with him, but his status is not that simple. It's not that easy to see him. I can introduce you to you, but you have to drink this glass of wine to give me face. How about making friends with everyone?"

Pei Ye lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at the young man.

This young man not only dressed up in a fancy way, but also had thick makeup on his face. The liquid foundation was probably the whitest color. His eyeshadow was exaggerated dark blue, and his eyeliner could float to the sky. Finally, he was the red red of the palace that was so straight that he could not be more upright, looking like a bloody mouth.

Pei Ye glanced at the wine in his hand.

"I don't like using things that others have used. Have you drunk this glass of wine?"

The young man smiled and said, "No."

Pei Ye said: "I don't have a good alcohol tolerance, can I drink half a cup?"

The young man's eyes lit up and said, "Of course."

Pei Ye felt a little hot, and gently lifted the silk behind his ears with his fingers, revealing his slender and white neck. His tone was as soft as sweet and greasy marshmallows. He was already drunk before drinking. She looked at the young man and smiled: "I drink half a cup, and you drink half a cup."

The young man agreed immediately.

The wine in his hand is an internet celebrity style from the City Hell Bar.

The color looks so good that it looks tight, and it smells a bit fruity.

Pei Ye drank half a cup and returned the other half to the young man.

"It's your turn."

The young man drank it happily, without a drop left.

His alcohol tolerance was exercised since he was a teenager. In addition to his physical transformation, he would not be guilty of having a few bottles of high-concentration spirits.

However, Pei Ye's cheeks were red in a short while, and the red spread to his collarbone, and he said vaguely that he wanted to go to the bathroom.

Youth is useless, but the smile is a bit positive.

Going into his city hell bar, falling into his net, and still wanting to escape unstoppable?

snort!

childish!

However, before Pei Ye came out, he felt a little uncomfortable. The abdominal cramps made him unable to stand up. Strong nausea surged from his throat, and his head was dizzy and heavy as if someone was exploding inside with firecrackers. The young man struggled to call for someone, and the scenery in front of him became blurry.

Not only was his hands and feet cold, but he even began to breathe, as if someone had drained the oxygen around him.

Pei Ye left in the chaos, and the little paper man who destroyed the surveillance camera also followed her with a rush and crawled into her pocket.

"It seems that your target is not dead yet?"

As the sound came into his ears, Ji Zhao's figure appeared out of thin air, and Pei Ye was not surprised by his existence.

"But he can't save it either. The purpose of assassination is to kill the target. It doesn't matter whether the target is blood splattering on the spot or other ways of death."

Pei Ye thought it would take some time to find a target, but who knew that the idiot came up to give the person his head.

Then she accepted it with a smile.

Ji Zhao said: "What did you add when you drink?"

The young man kept staring at Pei Ye and drinking without any abnormality, but Ji Zhao was different.

He saw it.

Pei Ye said with a expressionless face: "Ceposporin, guaranteed to be fatal."

Erlangzi drank it without any doubt.

I don’t know that in places like bars, people who hand them to you cannot drink, and those who leave your sight and hands cannot drink them?

"But you dare to drink the wine handed over by that kind of person? You are really not afraid of something happening..."

Although Ji Zhao had never drunk it, he also heard about it. The "Internet celebrity wine" has a very high degree and many ingredients that make people excited. It is just that the fruity aroma is strong and the appearance is good. Many uninformed women/men will be infected. Basically, they can sleep until dawn in one cup.

The young boss of the City Hell Bar relied on it to provide a "source of goods" for many playboys in the wealthy area - not limiting their gender and age - and also used it to manage a lot of connections. As an intermediary, he was born in the seven major families, and he was very prosperous.

Pei Ye said: "Of course I didn't drink it."

The person who drinks is not her but a little paper man.

The little guy is now burping while burping her waist tightly.

Ji Zhao: "..."

Pei Ye asked him: "How is your side?"

Ji Zhao said: "How many more are you?"

"I've been busy for two or three days and just closed my stall. Now I can still catch up with the TV series in the early morning. It seems that you lost."

Ji Zhao shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands indifferently and said, "It's a pity that he has not agreed on the bet, so it's okay to win or lose."

Pei Ye looked at the bright lights and wine in the rich area and spit out the smoke rings.

What is promoted in parallel with assassination is the intrigue between the Gu family and several other families.

The closer the "Holy Day", the more frequent small movements the parties will be, and the more sharp the atmosphere in each family will be.

Pei Ye told Hua Qingqing to save her for a few days, but in the end she was busy for more than half a month...

The list of red x was changed several times.

Finally, under the terrifying assassination atmosphere, a family finally couldn't sit still.

The six surviving families and their vassals were all dragged into the vortex of struggle.

The day of "Holy Day" is not the end of everything, but rather the high (defense and harmony) trend of this drama.

"Everything is ready, but the difference is not the east wind but the fire."
Chapter completed!