death of hope

Chapter 315 "Corporate Warrior" (231) Vulgar Friend
"Da Mahou stays in his fortress-like nightclub all day long. It is said that his office is underground. He has offended too many people. He is afraid of retaliation and dare not show his face.

It provides high-end environment and dining, beautiful girls and handsome men,

All of this is almost free for core customers. Anthony Hawk is not a big reward. He is very smart. If he wants to deter his enemies, he has to tie his own umbrella around him.

Bai Dao who came to play in his store, including the deputy mayor, chief prosecutor, judge...

There are arms dealers, smugglers, human traffickers, fraudsters, usurers..."

Old Jon took out a piece of advertising paper and took out a pen:
"The address is written down. The nightclub is membership-only. How do you plan to get in?"

"Get a card, I have money..."

"Impossible, you are not an official from York City, nor are you a local gangster,
Malaysian monkeys are very suspicious. In order to prevent the infiltration of FBI agents, all outsiders are refused to join the club, and you are not suspicious because of your body and appearance. "

"Then push hard."

"It will definitely not work. Although the law and order in York City is terrible, it is a large industrial city on the home planet of the Human Federation after all.
Offend a rich man here with protection from federal politicians and gangsters who has 1 reasons to frame you,
Once you are wanted, you will be sentenced to a heavy sentence if you are arrested, Mr. Lynch, what a hero you are, why ruin your future because of this, let the old man help you..."

"I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Jon,"

Lynch interrupted the old man's words:
"This is my private matter. I won't let the old man put you in danger. I have many powerful subordinates who are good at all fields. I can find a way without forcing myself."

"Crack! Got it!" Bartender Ferguson slapped his thigh. "The girl next to you may be of great help."

"How to say?"

"Bourne the Giraffe, the bastard from the next street, came over for a drink last week and mentioned something,

A gang fight broke out at the junction of the upper and lower urban areas. In the chaos of the gun battle, two vans transporting high-end prostitutes overturned into the river, and neither of them came out alive.

The underworld bastards don't care about the lives of girls, but city officials and young men often come to nightclubs to play, and they must be unhappy if they sleep with no one to accompany them.

Anthony Hawk is in urgent need of a batch of model-level bunny girls. There are strict rules on body, appearance, and age. The boss applies for the job in person and completes the task within one month.

This incident made the horse boys of Malaysia Monkey very worried. They jumped over the wall in a hurry, and even considered snatching people from the fashion show. What a bunch of lunatics.

I was thinking, big man, if you could persuade this girl to go..."

"Stop talking!"

Old Jon poked the bartender with his cane: "Drunk, you have bad ideas! Be careful of people beating you!"

"No." Lynch shook his head, pursed his lips and thought, "I'll think of another way."

"Isn't it just to apply for a bunny girl?"

Sigdrifa didn't hesitate at all: "I hate that kind of place, but I'm willing to give it a try."

"Sig...you don't have to..."

"Then can you come up with a more reliable idea?"

"I can't think of it at the moment."

"That's it, let's do it, and start preparing tomorrow. However, that kind of revealing clothes are not easy to buy in regular stores."

"Sig...you..."

"What are you, what are you talking about, it's settled like that."

Lynch was moved,

Finally, I am no longer alone, someone is willing to take risks for himself, my heart is warm, but there are inevitably some regrets:

(I'm such a lucky man, if only my parents and sister could know her.)
"Wait, bunny girl costume, we have a way." Fatty Donnie looked at the strange girl's fiery figure, and he almost burst into tears:
"I have a buddy who runs an adult sex shop, and he can get all kinds of cool things.

I'll help you measure the size later, the hobbies of those gangsters, I, the door is clear!Make sure you pass the interview! "

"what?"

Sigurdlifa wanted to punch the fat man: "Is there any mistake? I went to spy on information, not to be a bunny girl."

"You have to prepare a similar set of outfits for acting, not to mention being a spy for your life, don't you think so, beauty."

"Hmph, I don't have any good intentions!"

The fat man seemed to be immersed in some kind of eclectic scene, and said to himself:

"That kind of clothes are very tight, with lace and elastic bands, and it's hard to put them on. How about I change them for you? As for the money... that kind of custom-made ones are not cheap..."

Lynch patted his wallet: "I'll leave the matter of clothes alone, my friend. You will have to pay for the clothes and the hard work."

"Okay! Don't say anything, I'm willing to drink with a happy person like you!"

The fat man was pouring wine, his small mouse-like eyes were wandering around, looking at the open shirt, the thighs exposed by the ripped jeans, secretly swallowing.

"Mr. Downey's expression is too wretched!" Miss Anna, who had been silent for a while, covered her mouth and smiled while sitting beside Roy;
"Kind of like a stalker."

"It's more than a resemblance, he is!" Roy laughed; "Stay away from him in the future!"

"Hey, sister Anna! We are all neighbors, how can we talk!" The fat man pretended to be angry and said:

"May you and Roy stay here all day to spread dog food for me, and I'm not allowed to see big women from other places!"

There was laughter in the bar.

"Close your eyes! Fatty, look at the charges again!"

Sigurdlifa raised his glass, and he liked the vulgar and cheerful locals in the slums rather than the sanctimonious politicians:
"Just now, you were bitter and bitter, and you called us company dogs. What's the matter, fat man, do you really regard us as friends?"

"The old man's friend is my friend."

Downey casually picked up a bottle of orange drink and toasted her. He obviously drank too much, and he spoke intermittently:

"I wish you... good luck, fierce girl,

By the way, don't forget to teach that dog Anthony Hawk a lesson!Avenge Miss Nancy, the poor laundress on our block!The child's father came to the bar and wept while drinking. "

"Yeah, that guy must be punished." Sigdrifa looked into Donny's eyes and gave him a high look:
"I didn't expect... you, a fat, perverted man, still have a conscience. It reminds me of a certain annoying colleague."

"A fellow man, right? For him, it's worth another shot of vodka."

"Drink your soda, Donnie." Roy persuaded, "You're so fat that you're talking."

"Grandpa's treat... No drink... No drink..." The fat man shook twice, lay down on the bar and snored.

"If you don't work all day, you will be lazy!" Old Jon cursed, knocking on his crutches:

"Someone help me, carry this pig into the house!"

(End of this chapter)