Caesar sat on the sofa in the club hall, savoring the wine while collecting various information.

After a while, he saw Colonel Hendri, holding a girl in his arms with his left and right hands, and walking towards one of the private rooms with curtains under a plush cloak in this kind of entertainment occasion, led by a woman wearing a plush cloak, revealing a large area of ​​spring light, but still showing the aura of the queen.

In the club hall, the security guards subconsciously gave up their positions and did not dare to stop the woman's pace. The regular customers who often came did not come forward to chat with her. Although the eyes of the woman were obscene and desire to conquer, they were more of a fear that was difficult to hide.

If you have a deep understanding of Hellfire Club, you will know that women are the legendary behind the scenes. Hellfire Club can be loved by the upper class and is popular in both black and white, but is not an ordinary nightclub.

And as the boss behind the club, women are naturally not ordinary high-end girls.

When she put down the curtain of the private room, the White Queen swept across the lively hall and her eyes paused on Caesar. Her brows frowned slightly, feeling that the other party seemed to have seen it, but soon put down the curtain without leaving any trace.

More and more interested people have the right to choose girls, but girls do not have the right to choose. Whoever makes an appointment first will be considered whoever belongs to.

that

The girl saw the few people approaching her and couldn't help but shrink her body. She was about to find a reason to refuse, but unexpectedly someone suddenly stepped forward and stretched out her hand to wrap her slim waist without fat. With her screaming, she directly put it in her arms as possessive.

Sorry, I made an appointment for this. Caesar held the newly changed wine glass and hugged the girl's face and smiled.

The girl was stunned, her mind was blank, and she forgot to resist for a moment.

The other middle-aged gentlemen who were one step late, looked at the robbery boy, and the originally gentlemanly elegant face immediately froze.

Caesar's lips raised, and he hugged the girl and walked towards the sofa, leaving behind the middle-aged gentlemen with a gray face.

Little bastard!

As a senior Italian diplomat, Greeve had never been so angry that he had to go forward to confront Caesar, but was stopped by two old friends who were traveling with him.

Forget it, Greeve, it's not good to make trouble here.

Yes. Give Hellfire Club some face, wait until you get out of this door and then slowly settle the matter.

Hearing his friend's advice, Greeve stared at Caesar's back with his beard and angrily looked at Caesar's far away. Well, he's lucky.

He brought the girl to a corner. Caesar first sat down on the sofa, then pulled the girl into his arms, handed the shaking wine glass to her lips, come and drink with me.

Woo. The girl was still in a state of stuttering, and she spread her lips obediently, took a sip of wine, and two flusheds appeared on her fair cheeks.

Caesar kept smiling, continued to shake the wine glass, looked at the remaining lip marks along the glass, and took a sip of the wine himself, smashed the wine and commented: Not bad.

You

The girl finally realized that she was teased by a boy five years younger than her. She subconsciously wanted to break free from Caesar's arms, but Caesar hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear: You are not a girl, aren't you?

The girl felt storm in her heart, and she stopped resisting and whispered in a low voice: What are you talking about?

Caesar smiled, held her slender hand, leaned close to her earlobe and replied: There is a hard skin on your right index finger. Although it is not obvious, you will know it as soon as you touch it. It feels very inconsistent with the rest of the smooth parts. This is because of using a gun for a long time.

I'm practicing self-defense, can't it be possible? The girl is still stubborn.

Caesar blinked and said: Yes. But as a girl, your body is too clean. If you don’t have enough experience, I can teach you tonight.

You little bastard.

Although she was much older, she was teased several times and the girl was defeated again. The boy in front of her was definitely an old fry. Despite this, she did not show any panic. Since the boy knew that she was not a girl and helped her rescue, it means that the other party had no malice.

My name is Caesar. What about you, sister? Caesar held the girl and continued to taste the wine.

Mora. According to age, you should call me sister.

Mora raised her head in dissatisfaction and glanced at Caesar in anger. However, at such a close distance, she finally saw his appearance clearly. In addition, the noses of each other almost touched each other, which made her bounce out in an electric shock.

Before he could bounce a few centimeters away, Caesar pulled her into his arms again, be careful, the security guards here were watching.

Damn it, I'll endure you!

Mora gritted her teeth. If the CIA Training Center knew about it, the female devil who had knocked down many male agents would be lying down like a cat in the boy's arms, and I wonder what kind of sensation it would cause.

Be good, that's right.

Caesar smiled faintly. Since we have met, can you tell me your origin and purpose?

Of course not.

Mora refused decisively and hesitated, unless you help me to pull the security guards in the hall away, you can't do this.

Then that's it.

Caesar suddenly let go of Mora and stood up from the sofa, which made Mora feel a little disappointed. In a trance, he saw Caesar walking towards Greeve and the other two who were still in the hall.

What did he want to do? Mora was stunned.

Grive and the other two were drinking and chatting, looking for a new girl, and Caesar walked up to them. Seeing that it was Caesar, Grive had a sudden slap on his face before he could react.

‘Bang!’

An extremely loud slap sounded in the hall of Hellfire Club, causing the guests to cover their mouths in horror, and also attracted the attention of the security guards on duty.

You, what are you doing! Greeve held the injured left face and looked at Caesar in anger. His red face quickly swollen.

It's nothing. I remember, you glanced at me just now and I was very upset, so I slapped you in the face and deflated.

Caesar said it for granted, and took out a white handkerchief and wiped the palm of his hand that slapped him.

Greeve's eyes were full of fire and he said angrily: Are you humiliating me specifically? Do you know who I am?!

No, I'm not targeting you alone.

Caesar threw away his handkerchief and said calmly: I mean you, and the two behind you, are garbage, dirtying my eyes. The trouble disappears from my eyes immediately!
Chapter completed!