Chapter 326 Bloody Feast Nightclub (4000)(2/2)
For ordinary people, the dance floor, bar counter and booth on the first floor are enough for them to relax.
However, this is only for ordinary people.
What Allen wants to see and hear is not these ordinary things.
Hearing Alan's unyielding questioning, the bartender's face naturally became silent. The cup in his hand was gently put down, and a bitter aura began to spread, covering Alan, violently and solemnly.
Very familiar, murderous smell.
However, for this level of murderous aura, Allen just smiled and lowered his head and took a sip of the beer again.
From the other party's figure and temperament, it can be seen that the other party should have been a soldier who has transferred his career, and the murderous aura on the other party even verified his conjecture.
Even Alan was already thinking about where the other party was, or the possibility of which unit.
After all, in this era of appearance and prosperity, there are not many troops who can have practical opportunities.
Judging from this information, it is enough to exclude most ordinary troops.
If you continue to think deeply, it will be easier to narrow the scope from the background and tentacles of the Tilros family behind this [Bloody Feast].
However, before Alan could define his final range, the violent and fierce murderous aura in front of him had already subsided.
The tall bartender looked at Allen who looked up again.
"Recommendation from three acquaintances, 100 Kimpton members every year."
After hearing this, Allen couldn't help but squeeze his teeth and expressed surprise at this regulation.
The former is nothing, because most private secret clubs have similar regulations.
Although this is a nightclub, for ordinary people, it is limited to the first floor. As for the higher floors, it should be a private place, so it is not surprising that Allen has such regulations.
But the latter is a bit too much.
What does 100 Kimpton mean? An ordinary family who is rich spends a month, but only one Kimpton is about.
In the black market, 100 Kimptons are enough to buy several good alchemy props or the more ordinary black iron-level magic tools.
This price is not uncommon.
For ordinary people, it is almost unbearable.
But for the nobles or wealthy businessmen, although it is a bit painful, it is nothing.
Alan thought about the few people who were greeted by the waiter and walked up the second floor, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.
Since there is this regulation and there are people who are willing to pay such a high price, and even the number of people is still large, then there must be benefits of being willing to make them pay this price.
You know, there are not many fools who spend a lot of money, but there can't be so many.
Alan just sat here for more than ten minutes and had already had a few people going up. It is conceivable that there are definitely many people applying for membership here.
So the question is, what exactly is there on the second floor?
"Hello, can I sit here?"
A charming but strong confidence sounded in Allen's ears.
Chapter completed!