(Today's first update, the second update at 8 pm, please collect Huahua Piao) Mo Xing is very familiar with this kind of scene. He used to come to this kind of place. First, to relax, and second, this kind of place is the most active place for intelligence dealers. You can often find important clues and information by spending an extremely low price. Of course, it depends on your personal skills.

This kind of place is normal abroad. Although it has been severely cracked down in China, it is dead but not dead, and is still hidden under the night sky in the city.

However, hundreds of men and women were squeezed into the dance floor of more than ten square meters, following or not following the music rhythm, and twisting their bodies wildly there. The first row of the dance floor was neatly arranged in a circle of glass tables, and four or five single leather sofas were placed next to each glass table. It seemed that this was a high-level VIP area, with various fruits on the tables, but few people were sitting there.

There were dozens of sofas randomly placed behind the glass table, which was where the crowd gathered. Mo Xing saw two or three people wearing baseball caps walking back and forth secretly, and from time to time, someone walked up. Then the two hid in the shadows. After a moment, the man walked out with a small bag of white powder or pills of various colors, while the drug dealer happily stuffed a sum of money into his pocket.

A young girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old looked at the man riding on her in a daze, holding a cigarette with her fingers and spitting a trace of white smoke in her mouth. Several people gathered together and were injecting something into her arms with needles. In the depths of the bonsai decoration, you could vaguely see several bodies twisting and shaking.

On the passage that was only one meter wide, a pair of men, women, or men were kissing desperately. Next to the passage were a series of private rooms, and from time to time, a few screams and men's laughter came from the private rooms.

Mo Xing gently pushed open a passage, while Chen Xiling hid in her arms and guided him to a glass table. Immediately, a waiter came over with a tray and placed a fruit platter.

Mo Xing knew that such places were very dark, especially when dealing with fresh guests. He dared to kill you for an ordinary platter worth tens of dollars. Before he could say anything, Chen Xiling snapped her fingers and said loudly: "Come two cups of the strongest 'flame red lips'."

The dance hall was deafening, and even if Chen Xiling spoke loudly, Mo Xing could barely hear it clearly. Although he didn't know what wine the "flame red lips" was, seeing the waiter's strange and satisfied smile, Mo Xing immediately knew that this thing must be expensive anyway. He leaned over and leaned against Chen Xiling's ear and said, "You really plan to kill me."

He used a ** similar to the "sense of the sound" in martial arts novels, and directly condensed the sound into a thin thread and sent it into Chen Xiling's ears. However, Chen Xiling did not have such ability. She turned her head and laughed: "I finally got you bleeding again, of course I have to feel better."

Looking at Chen Xiling's cunning eyes, Mo Xing suddenly remembered the situation when he tricked the innocent girl into entering here. At that time, his own was as proud as Chen Xiling.

"Damn, I'm fooled." Mo Xing felt depressed.

Looking at Mo Xing's blown expression, Chen Xiling giggled. The waiter came over, put two glasses of wine on the table, then bowed and retreated aside.

Looking at the red liquid in the goblet changing shape, it looked like a burning flame. Mo Xing only felt his scalp numb, while Chen Xiling picked up the wine glass and raised her head to drink it, then put the wine glass and stood up and pulled Mo Xing, laughing and said in a daze: "Let's go dance!"

Looking at Chen Xiling, who was already blushing, her face turned even more like red silk, and even her neck and chest showed a strange pink color. Mo Xing said in a deep voice: "Xi Ling, you are drunk. It's too late, let's go back."

Chen Xiling took a staggering step back, and said with her waist, "If you don't accompany me, I will go alone."

Mo Xing sighed, stood up and hugged Chen Xiling in his arms, turned around and walked out, sighing, "Although I'm still dancing well, I won't dance in such a place, especially those who care about me. Alas, silly girl, didn't I deliberately destroy myself when I came to such a place?"

Chen Xiling's body was weak and boneless, her hands were soft on Mo Xing's shoulders, and her little face raised and exhaled to Mo Xing like an orchid. Mo Xing had just walked a few steps, and suddenly snatched two people from behind and stopped him. A lazy figure rang behind him: "I'm leaving just now, buddy, you're too anxious."

Mo Xing sighed and turned around and said, "I knew there must be trouble when I came here. But I don't want to cause trouble. I just want to leave now. Brothers, how about raising my hands?"

These people were sitting at several other glass tables. Chen Xiling was targeted by them as soon as she sat down. The girls who came here were dressed in fancy dresses, with heavy makeup or a chicken coop head, and looked like a non-mainstream little girl. There was no woman like Chen Xiling who looked dignified and tempting, let alone the long dress she wore today, which undoubtedly exposed her perfect figure.

These people were discussing how to find a way to enjoy it. Suddenly, the little white-faced was about to leave with the beauty in his arms. These people were immediately anxious and rushed over to stop Mo Xing.

Standing in front of Mo Xing now was a small man less than 1.6 meters tall. He was wearing a white suit and holding a cigarette in his mouth. He sneered: "Leave, I think beautifully. I fucking hate a man who is taller than me and is not as handsome as me. Boy, do you know if you messed with me?"

As he said that, he held his feet and squirted thick smoke at Mo Xing's face.

Mo Xing pointed to the person standing behind the little man, "That person seems to be taller than you and more handsome than you. Could it be that he has offended you too?"

The other few people were furious and shouted by the person Mo Xing pointed at: "Boy, I think you are really tired of living. Do you know who this is? The famous Sixth Brother, he has all the streets covered by him."

Before Mo Xing could speak, Chen Xiling in her arms turned her head and smiled, "So it's Sixth Brother. I've heard of your name for a long time."

Seeing the beauty secretly sending her a smile on her face, and when she heard the words that were almost charming to the bone, the sixth brother's body was almost slim. Heheyin smiled and said, "Girl, why do you do with this little white face with a silver-like wax gun? Come to me, I promise you to drink delicious food and eat spicy food and live a fairy-like life. Hehe..."

Chen Xiling laughed sweetly, and after a while he suddenly frowned and said in a coquettish voice: "But this is her husband, I have to ask him if he wants it."

The sixth brother immediately stared at Mo Xing and said coldly: "Boy, I'll count three times. Otherwise, I'll ruin you today."

Mo Xing sighed and said softly to Chen Xiling: "Did you mean it?"

"one!"

Chen Xiling blinked her watery eyes and smiled lazyly, "What did you say?"

"two!"

"It doesn't matter," Mo Xing shrugged, then kicked the face of the little guy in front of him.

Seeing that this little white face dared to ignore his existence, and when he met the beautiful woman, the sixth brother was furious and was about to die. Suddenly, he saw a black shadow flying in front of him. Then he felt that the stars in front of him were lit up, and then he flew out casually.

The few people under him didn't expect that Mo Xing turned against him faster than a storyteller. He was still talking and laughing in the last second, and kicked the sixth brother out in the next second, and couldn't help but be stunned. Mo Xing didn't give them time to kick the buddy on the left side of the opposite side and kicked him more than ten meters away. He kicked the man on the right cheek, causing the buddy to scream and flew into the dance floor, smashing down more than a dozen people.

Only then did I notice someone fighting on the dance floor and surrounded me. Countless people shouted wildly: "Bit, beat, beat..."

Mo Xing turned around gently, avoided the attacks of the two people behind, and put Chen Xiling down on the sofa. Then he rushed over and smashed his opponent with a punch, making his opponent full of peach blossoms. The last thug saw Mo Xing easily settle the others, and hurriedly took out a military knife from his arms. Before he could make a move, he heard a crisp sound of "cracking". Mo Xing slapped more than a dozen times in the face, and directly knocked him to the ground.

Mo Xing clapped his hands. As soon as he turned around, he saw Chen Xiling, who was flushed on the sofa, raised the fruit platter on the glass table, and smashed the head of the sixth brother who was dizzy and just stood up. Then she jumped off the sofa, raised her feet and kicked her down hard. The poor short man felt his head sinking and lay down again as he stood up. Then he felt the heart-wrenching pain coming from below, and he immediately howled desperately with his lower abdomen.

When I remembered that Chen Xiling was wearing three-inch high heels today, Mo Xing shivered all over and rushed over to pull Chen Xiling, who was already in the rampage stage. Chen Xiling took advantage of the opportunity to fall into Mo Xing's arms and giggled, "Boy, dare to mess with me. When I was scrambling here, you couldn't even be a bullshit."

Mo Xing was sweating profusely when he heard this. No wonder Chen Xiling's method of smashing people was so sophisticated and her feet were so cruel. It turned out that she had been on the road.

At this moment, the deafening DJ dance music finally stopped, and then the lights were on. People in the dance floor scattered to the side, and dozens of big men rushed in with machetes and sticks. Then a big man with a big back and a black suit appeared in the middle of the dance floor. On his face, which should have been pretty, a scar from his left eye to his chin was lying on it like a centipede, looking particularly ferocious.

The scarred face glanced at the sixth brother who had rolled his eyes, and sneered, "Little Liuzi is so crazy day by day. Today he mentioned iron plates." As he said that, he took a few steps closer and looked at Mo Xing and said, "Boy, it was supposed to be that little guy who got some lessons. But no matter what, he is my brother, and this is also the place for our Xing Gang to watch. Today, you have to explain some of it."

Mo Xing looked at the big man around him and sneered: "Just rely on these people? Believe it or not, I will break your tendons and throw them to the door of the Public Security Bureau."

Looking at Mo Xing's calm expression, facing dozens of big hands who could say such arrogant words, Scarface did not dare to act rashly. In fact, during the fight just now, he was looking at Mo Xing carefully in secret. With such a simple, quick, vicious means, he really couldn't think of when such a number of people appeared nearby. Before he could not figure out the origin of his opponent, he didn't want to make things worse. If the person in front of him was just a person from other forces, it would be better if he was involved in the official position, let alone himself, he might not be able to take it away.
Chapter completed!