The Dragon from Hell

Angela Bar.

It is already 11 o'clock in the evening, but for places like bars and nightclubs, life has just begun.

As soon as you enter the door of the bar, music, fine wine, beautiful women, blurred lights... come roaring in at once, making people instantly indulge in such an atmosphere.

In fact, Qin Feng doesn't like this atmosphere very much. He would rather find a barbecue stall to drink.

But An Jiuxiao is different.

After leaving the pursuit of the group of people in Chuanzhong, he seemed like a wild horse that had broken free from the reins, and was very curious about everything in the outside world.

According to him, when he was in the sect, he dealt with a bunch of old men all day long.

Even if there are young brothers, everyone is a country bumpkin, and no one should say anything to each other.

He has seen too many antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and ancient books, and he is already tired of them. No matter how priceless they are, he is not interested.

But the hustle and bustle of the big city attracts him more.

In his words, "Everyone yearns for a fairyland, but I came from a fairyland. This scenery is the same as a beauty. No matter how beautiful a beauty is, you will get tired of holding her in your arms every day!"

Helplessly, Qin Feng could only succumb to his perverse logic and bring him to the bar to broaden his horizons.

After asking the housekeeper for money, the two did not bother him and took a taxi with the location.

This Angela Bar is the favorite of many rich second-generations in Nanling. It has a good environment, many beauties, real drinks, and high standards.

Qin Feng thought that since he had to take him to see it anyway, he might as well go to a better place instead of a smoky place.

The per capita consumption of Angela is relatively high, and it is painful for ordinary people to spend money. Qin Feng thought there would be fewer people.

Who knew that when he entered the door, the lobby was full, the voices were noisy, and the dance floor was even more chaotic.

Qin Feng was about to ask An Jiuxiao to change a club, but when he turned around, he saw his eyes shining: "Brother Feng, this is it!"

Following his gaze, he saw his eyes fixed on the white thighs on the dance floor, and was speechless: "You are only 20 years old, and you like this?"

An Jiuxiao glanced at him unceremoniously: "Brother Feng, you are a full man who doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man. The few remaining sisters and sisters in our mountain gate have been taken, and it's almost like Luohan Mountain!"

He was very indignant: "I'm 20 years old, 20 years old! Isn't this the age of passion? I can't see it if I don't try it!"

"Okay, you convinced me."

Qin Feng held his forehead and went in, feeling helpless.

Now that everywhere is full, An Jiuxiao will definitely not agree to go to the private room, so Qin Feng called a man dressed as a manager: "Hello, I want to ask if there are any seats in the lobby?"

The manager was dressed in a suit and tie. Although he was just a lobby manager of a bar, his suit was actually Armani.

His hair was combed neatly, and he smelled of cologne when he approached. His hair was slicked back and his face was powdered.

He looked Qin Feng up and down. He had no jewelry and his clothes were plain.

Then he looked at An Jiuxiao, who looked like a country bumpkin coming to the city. Suddenly, the smile on his face was a little forced: "Oh, I'm so sorry, you two, we don't have any seats in the lobby here, why don't you go somewhere else."

Seeing An Jiuxiao's pleading face, Qin Feng said helplessly: "Seating, booths, small private rooms are fine."

Anyway, he can go to the dance floor if he opens a private room. At worst, he can drink in the room by himself.

But the manager shook the green water ghost in his hand and said with a smile: "Look, it's past eleven now, and we are just taking seats here."

"I advise you to go somewhere else."

"What do you mean?"

An Jiuxiao was a little unhappy.

He didn't tell them clearly whether there were seats or not, but advised them to go somewhere else.

The manager sneered: "I don't mean anything else, I'm doing this for your own good."

"As everyone knows, the consumption of our Angela Bar is relatively high, and the level of the bar is also this."

He raised a thumb: "I think the two brothers should not have such a loose pocket, so there is no need to spend half a year's salary here for one night."

The first half of the sentence sounded like a human saying, advising them not to spend impulsively.

But the next words were a bit contemptuous: "Besides, even if you are really willing to spend half a year's salary to come here to consume, we are not willing to receive you."

"The two seats you two occupy, the consumption is at most five figures at most."

"But if someone else takes your seat, it may be more than six figures. I don't need to waste it on you."

"Of course, if you are beautiful women, you can come in and play with or without a seat. Who makes you a man?"

The manager looked at the two country bumpkins, although it was not obvious, but the words showed contempt and superiority.The more I feel.

Angela comes and goes, and all kinds of rich second-generations emerge in an endless stream.

Sometimes there are many wealthy people who spend millions of dollars in one night.

Why do you say that women can come in casually?

Beautiful women are also one of the consumption items provided by Angela. Even if they just come in to play, they are pleasing to the eyes.

Two male country bumpkins, it is a waste to come in.

As he said that, he waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, let's go quickly. I have been explaining to you for a while, which is enough for me to sign two tables. Let's go quickly. It's not easy to make money by working."

Qin Feng's eyes were slightly cold, and he stretched out his hand to stop him: "How much we spend is our business, you just need to tell me if there are seats."

The manager was fed up: "Tsk, you really don't give up?"

"Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to entangle with you, do you want to leave the seats at the bar?"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

This scared An Jiuxiao.

The manager was impatient and led the two to the bar. He had the wine list slapped in front of them, crossed his arms, and pointed at the wine list with his chin: "Here, take a look."

"These two seats are free, but the things inside...how much can you afford?"

The manager was trying to provoke them.

These two outsiders must have heard of Angela's reputation, so they came here to play. Even if they were not rich second-generations, they must have some money in their pockets, otherwise they would not dare to come to such a place.

Anyway, everyone came in, so he must empty their pockets.

"I tell you, don't look at the wine on the back few pages. They are all prepared for young masters who spend a lot of money. A bottle of champagne costs tens of thousands. You can't afford it." He looked at Qin Feng flipping through the wine list with a yin and yang look, and his words were provocative.

Qin Feng didn't listen to him and turned to the last two pages: "You said I can't afford it, right?"

The manager's eyes lit up and he was happy. He was waiting for Qin Feng to say this: "Haha, do you think you can afford to drink tens of thousands of wine?"

At this time, Qin Feng should have slapped the table and stood up, and asked him to serve champagne directly.

But who knew that Qin Feng closed the wine list very calmly and nodded: "I think you are right, I listen to advice, so... bring two glasses of beer."