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"Business?" Jessica's eyes on Zhang Ming and Franklin became... intriguing.

"Yes, can I trouble you to introduce me?"

Zhang Ming thought she would refuse, but she nodded and said, "Okay, come with me."

Zhang Ming and Franklin looked at each other and felt that things were a little weird, so they raised their vigilance, followed Jessica around left and right, and finally came to the backstage.

At this point, the dynamic music has become very weak, and Jessica pushed open a door:

"Come on, learn from me here!"

"Get on the steel pipe, hook your legs, raise your hips, and keep your eyes in place!"

"Hey, yes, pay attention to keep your head..."

Compared with the outside, it suddenly becomes brighter. This is a dance practice room. There is a teacher and a dozen students. Everyone is wearing tights, showing their arms and thighs. Pole, it looks no different from an ordinary dance room.

The only difference is that the teacher is a tall, beautiful person with long hair...

the man.

"Mr. Roy, I'm looking for you."

Jessica knocked on the door and said.

The guy called Mr. Roy heard the voice, shook his long hair, turned his head, and his eyes were as tender as water.

"What's the matter, Jessica?"

Zhang Ming looked at him, and then looked at the long-haired man wearing sunglasses in the photo.

Well, one person.

Mr. Roy raised his orchid finger, pointed to the chair next to him, and said to Zhang Ming, "Wait for me a moment."

He clapped his hands: "It's almost time for the final stage, and the fourth set of movements will be done again."

Zhang Ming, who was originally ready to shoot and threaten as soon as he came in, was blinded by the hot-eyed picture. He sat obediently on the chair, didn't look sideways, didn't dare to take a second glance, but a few jumped enchanting people. Female students observe Zhang Ming from time to time.

"Attention! Don't be distracted!" Mr. Roy reprimanded loudly, and the teacher was full of enthusiasm.

"This Roy..." Zhang Ming asked Jessica in a low voice.

Jessica said with a look of reverence: "Mr. Roy is the most famous pole dance master in New York, and his students are all over the major nightclubs in New York."

Zhang Ming asked in a low voice, "Then does he run a D-selling business?"

Jessica raised her voice: "What do you think! Mr. Roy hated the D grade the most in his life. He felt that the D grade would damage the dancer's body and waste precious talents."

Zhang Ming and Franklin looked at each other.

D-Seller?

Dangerous person?

You are fooling a fool here!

Are these FBI reliable?

A few minutes later, Mr. Roy finished the course. The students changed their clothes and waved goodbye to him. Then he put on a red and white silk scarf, staggered his legs, and sat opposite Zhang Ming in a charming posture.

"Are you looking for me to learn to dance with me?"

Roy observed Zhang Ming and Franklin, then pointed to Franklin and said, "You can't do it, your muscles are too stiff, he's barely able to survive. If you want to learn from me..."

Zhang Ming interrupted Roy and asked, "Have you seen a foreigner recently who asked you to help transport or receive an item?"

"Are you the police?"

This is the second time Zhang Ming has heard this question tonight, he said: "FBI."

"What about the documents?"

"Did not bring."

"Haha." Roy leaned on the back of the chair, his fair and slender fingers lightly wrapped around a few strands of hair on his forehead, "Then I can't answer your question."

"I can pay."

"I'm not short of money." Roy stood up and was about to leave.

Zhang Ming said solemnly, "What if I insist?"

Roy turned his back to Zhang Ming and smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, and the charm on his face suddenly disappeared.

"You can try."

Franklin couldn't hold his breath at first, a thin man who danced pole dancing, he shouted and reached out to grab Roy.

Unexpectedly, Roy, who had his back to Franklin, had eyes on his back, grabbed Franklin's wrist, pulled and pulled, and finally kicked Franklin's leg with a standard over-the-shoulder throw. He fell to the ground.

"I said, your muscles are too stiff and you have no talent."

Roy held Franklin's hand so that an angle was formed between his palm and his wrist. As long as he moved a little, it would cause severe pain. Franklin lay on the ground and couldn't get up at all.

"It's your turn, handsome guy from the east." Roy hooked his finger at Zhang Ming.

Then, Roy saw a flash of silver-white light, he was tied tightly, and an electric current flowed out of Zhang Ming's palm.