The Monster I Was Redeemed

Although the sign here is called Turion Bar, it is actually a nightclub in essence.

It was very difficult for Jin Ping'an to look away from the young lady who was leading the dance.

But the dance floor was almost filled with women dressed like this, and the people offstage were more overdressed than those on stage.

Some people are too hot to dance around, pulling up the hem of their T-shirts, tying a knot under the chest, and wearing miniskirts on the lower body.

Jin Ping'an, who only watched the video of the nightclub on his mobile phone, was like a knife stabbing his butt today - his eyes were opened.

When the waist twists, under the action of inertia, from time to time, I can catch a glimpse of the scenery under the skirt, and Mr. Newton can laugh out of relief when he sees it.

In order to hide the embarrassment, Jin Ping'an shouted, "What should I do next?!"

The messenger pointed to his ear: "Don't roar so loudly, I can hear it."

Jin Ping'an took a deep breath and raised the volume again and roared, "Can you hear it now!"

The messenger didn't speak, but took out a pen and paper from his bag and wrote: 'I can hear you, don't have to roar so loudly. ’

Jin Ping'an snorted and wrote on the paper: 'When are we going to find Zhang Yan? ’

The messenger shook his head: 'No hurry, first inquire to see if anyone has seen the tattooed man. ’

The messenger led Jin Ping'an across the dance floor towards the bar.

There are many people on the dance floor, and it is inevitable that there will be a collision between the flesh.

Occasionally rubbing against some places that shouldn't be rubbed is normal, but if you can dance in it, few will care about such trivial matters.

Jin Ping'an, who was cowering and advancing in the crowd, was particularly conspicuous. He curled up to avoid the crowd as much as possible. At first glance, it was a chick who came to a nightclub for the first time.

Most people are constantly moving when they are dancing, and no matter how to avoid the crowd, they will inevitably collide with other people.

Occasionally, a young lady noticed this chick and would 'inadvertently' get in close contact with him, and then secretly watched his embarrassed appearance and giggled.

When the two of them crossed the dance floor, Jin Ping'an's face was full of embarrassment, and he could only walk with a slight bow.

The bar is located behind the sound box, which is a little quieter than the front, at least you can hear voices.

The messenger closed the notebook and shouted to the bartender: ", plus a beer and a pack of cigarettes."

After speaking, he took out three hundred dollar bills from his trouser pocket, rubbed them, and then patted them on the bar.

The bartender smiled slightly at the messenger, made an OK gesture, and went to work without change.

Five minutes later, two glasses of wine were brought to the two of them.

The messenger picked up a cocktail and a cigarette and found a random stand near the dance floor.

After standing still, he opened the cigarette case, pulled out two of the cigarettes, exposed the mouthpiece, and pressed the lighter on the cigarette case.

Jin Ping'an couldn't understand what the messenger was doing, and he couldn't hear the words from this position, so he could only keep his head down and pour beer.

Although the messenger is not a handsome and scumbag handsome man, he is also considered to be handsome.

Especially the profound temperament on his body, like a poppy | poppy, has a fatal temptation to those women in their twenties and thirties.

As the saying goes, he is a man with a story.

So even if the messenger doesn't even have a toilet card, some girls will take the initiative to hook up.

It didn't take long for a hot girl in hot pants to come over and look at him with a smile.

The messenger pulled out a cigarette. Seeing this, the hot girl's smile became even brighter. She pulled out another cigarette with ease, and picked up the lighter to light the messenger.

"Young man, are you here to play too?"

The hot girl blew a puff of white smoke on the messenger's face, and put her small hands on his back waist slowly.

The messenger didn't smoke, just put the lit cigarette in his mouth: "I'm here to find someone."

"Looking at you like this, is it because your friends can't get in touch, or is your girlfriend angry and blocked you?"

The hot girl doesn't care whether this will stab people or not, anyway, she just finds a topic to chat about, as long as the conversation can continue, it will be foreplay before dinner.

"Yeah, a friend I know can't be contacted. I heard that he has appeared here, so I came over."

"Wow, you are so emotional."

With a slightly exaggerated tone, the girl was actually secretly enjoying herself.

It's been a thousand-year-old fox playing with me. If you come to find someone, why do you put the cigarette case in such a standard way? The cigarettes are all smoked, who can believe this now.

The messenger didn't explain, and with a calm expression, he wiped out the cigarette butts with his fingers, and took out Jin Ping'an's sketch again.

The hot girl couldn't help laughing when she saw the sketch paper in the messenger's hand. She didn't expect this handsome guy to prepare story props.

But she didn't mind continuing to chat along the story, just to add a touch of interest to the nightlife tonight.

But the smile on her face slowly solidified when she took over the sketch.

Without him, this sketch is too realistic. The tattooed man's murderous eyes are vivid and vivid. When placed in a dimly lit place, it seems that someone is really staring at you.

It took a while for the hot girl to react, and she said angrily, "You are so annoying, handsome guy. Take this kind of thing out to scare people."

"This is the man I'm looking for. Have you seen him here recently?"

The messenger raised his glass and took a sip of his cocktail.

The reason why he used cigarette boxes to catch girls is to pick on familiar customers. People who come here often have a much higher chance of seeing tattooed men than people who come here once in a while.

No matter how stupid the hot girl is now, she should see that the messenger doesn't mean that much. She sighed regretfully, but didn't turn around and leave.

She asked reluctantly, "If you tell this person information, are you free tonight?"

"No time, but I can give you some compensation."

The messenger slowly took out his wallet from his pocket, counted five hundred dollars and handed it to the hot girl.

The hot girl shook her head and pushed away the banknotes handed by the messenger: "I don't want money, I want your contact information."

Girls who come to nightclubs are more straightforward, and they play very openly. If they like you, they will directly pursue it. However, don't take this relationship seriously, they just want to play together.

In the early morning of the next day, we walked to the side of the road towards the sky.

"no problem."

The messenger tore off a note, quickly wrote Jin Ping'an's mobile phone number on it, and handed it to the hot girl.

"Do you mind if I call now?"

Although the hot girl asked if the messenger would mind, she has already started to take action.

The messenger hummed, and in Jin Ping's eyes, he took out his mobile phone from his bag.

I would like to remind everyone here that you should try not to exchange mobile phone numbers with others in the nightclub, especially when you just separated early the next morning.

If you feel that someone is good and you want to play chess with him or her for a long time, you can ask for the other party's mobile phone number, but it is best not to take the initiative to give your mobile phone number to the other party.

Because this way you can temporarily take the initiative in the relationship between the two.

As for who will become the hot weapon on call in the follow-up communication, it depends on which of the two of you has higher PUA technology.

After confirming that the phone number is correct, the hot girl smiled and pulled the messenger to the bathroom: "There are so many people here that it is inconvenient to talk."

After the messenger left, Jin Ping'an was the only one left on the edge of the platform. He looked around in confusion, like a persecuted child who had been brought to the playground by his elder brother and elder sister and then let go of it.

He found that he really couldn't do anything for the messenger except for directions, so he could only watch on the side.

Thinking of this, he gloomily took a gulp of beer.