Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The whole alley is full of such camouflagers. The superficial weakness is actually just a messenger bird of the dark underground kingdom.

They are the eyeliner here.

There can't be any beggars here.

Anyone who dares to enter this territory is introduced by acquaintances, or has bought tickets with a lot of money, and has been reviewed by the upper system. Only after passing the examination can they enter.

Otherwise, when a stranger or someone who doesn't know anything steps here, I'm afraid I don't even know how to die.

It's like a rat lane, with numerous lanes scattered. There are closed shops on both sides. Under the guise of selling tobacco, wine and tea, it's actually all kinds of illegal transactions.

The alley is so messy that no specific place can be found, and it is like the most dangerous barrier. There are hidden murders and terror everywhere.

"Chi -"

The sound of tires across the ground is so abrupt.

Two bodyguards in Black got off first and opened a huge black umbrella. The man in the back seat leaned out slightly. There were splashes of blood on the dark black handmade suit.

His face was as sharp as a knife, and there was frozen ice in his black pupils. When he got off the bus, a piece of thunder burst, and a slightly cold light flashed across his face!

Muddy rain splashed on the shiny shoes of Dongfang Shijin and his straight trousers.

His footsteps are as frightening as those of Satan!

"Bang bang -"

Three continuous gunshots exploded in the narrow alley. Suddenly, the chaotic crowd in front of us was scattered like birds and animals.

Two bodyguards took the lead. They stood at the entrance of a spacious alley with an ancient Roman arched carving roof. A pure black horse raised two front hoofs on the high semi-arc dome.

Its feet stepped on a round sphere, and its high head seemed to hiss.

The floating black brocade flag and the black gray dome carving seem to be the main color here, which is a suffocating depressing tone.

The bodyguard kicked the door open, and the scene inside was slightly shaking.

On the high platform, five women in hot clothes surrounded five steel pipes and made all kinds of down flow, hook and lead actions, especially the kind of eyes, which were picked and pulled into people's hearts.

The crowd under the stage, or sitting in front of the black wooden table, seemed to be gambling, stacked chips, and charge officials in black and white love interest housekeeper uniforms.

The voices of the people below came in an endless stream, and some men sat on the scarlet sofa, hugging the burning hot girl from left to right.

Waiters in Suspenders, stockings and love interest vests shuttle back and forth with pure black wooden trays. Obscene men touch their hips when they walk past.

There is erosive wine smell and strange aroma in the air, the crazy shaking sound of dice, the rough shouting sound of men, the silent hot dance of fire and spicy

Such a scene, withered and messy, makes people's mind dizzy!

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