"Miss, you are a friend of master Zhao and a VIP of our nightclub. I can't accept the money." The guard quickly returned the money to her.

Night whispered but stepped back two steps and said cunningly, "if I let you keep it, you keep it. If you don't give me a name, you don't give uncle Zhao face. Do you want me to complain about you?"

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