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Chapter 133 Nightclub
Although the sign here says "Xuanlong Bar," it's actually a nightclub.

Jin Ping'an struggled to look away from the lead dancer.

But the dance floor was filled with women dressed like this almost everywhere, and the people in the audience were dressed even more extravagantly than those on stage.

Some people find it too hot to dance at the club, so they lift up the hem of their T-shirts and tie a knot below their chest, while wearing mini skirts on their lower body.

Jin Ping'an, who had only ever watched nightclub videos on his phone, was truly amazed today – it was like being stabbed in the backside with a knife.

As she twists her waist, the inertia allows glimpses of the view beneath her skirt every now and then, enough to make even Newton smile with satisfaction.

To cover his embarrassment, Jin Ping'an shouted at the top of his lungs, "What should we do next?!"

The messenger pointed to his ear: "No need to shout so loudly, I can hear you."

Jin Ping'an took a deep breath and raised his voice again, shouting, "Can you hear me now?!"

The messenger didn't speak, but instead pulled paper and pen from his bag and wrote: 'I can hear you, no need to shout so loudly.'

Jin Ping'an said "Oh," and then wrote on the paper: "When are we going to find Zhang Yan?"

The messenger shook his head: "No rush, let's find out first if anyone has seen that tattooed man."

The messenger led Kim Ping An across the dance floor toward the bar.

The dance floor was crowded, so physical contact was inevitable.

It's quite normal to occasionally brush against places you shouldn't, but when you're dancing in this place, not many people care about such trivial matters.

Jin Ping'an stood out in the crowd, shrinking back as he tried to avoid the flow of people. He was clearly a novice who was visiting a nightclub for the first time.

Most people are constantly moving when they're dancing, and no matter how much they try to avoid crowds, they're bound to bump into other people.

Occasionally, a young lady would notice this fledgling bird and 'inadvertently' make some close contact with it, then secretly giggle at its awkward expression.

When the two crossed the dance floor, Jin Ping'an, like a fledgling bird, looked embarrassed and could only walk with his body slightly hunched.

The bar is located behind the speakers, which is slightly quieter than the front, at least you can hear people talking.

The messenger closed the notebook and called to the bartender, "Scotch Martini, plus a beer and a pack of cigarettes."

After saying that, he took out three hundred yuan in bills from his pocket, rubbed them together, and then slapped them on the bar.

The bartender smiled slightly at the messenger, gave him an OK sign, and went off to get to work without giving change.

Five minutes later, two glasses of wine were placed in front of the two men.

The messenger picked up a cocktail and a cigarette, then randomly chose a table near the dance floor.

After standing still, he opened the cigarette box, took out two cigarettes, revealing the cigarette holders, and then placed the lighter that had been given to him on top of the cigarette box.

Jin Ping'an couldn't understand what the messenger was doing, and he couldn't hear what was being said from his position, so he could only keep drinking beer in silence.

Although the messenger wasn't an exceptionally handsome man, he was still considered to have a decent appearance.

In particular, his profound aura, like a poppy, has a fatal attraction for women in their twenties and thirties.

In layman's terms, he's a man with a story.

So even if the messenger doesn't have a toilet card, girls will still take the initiative to flirt with him.

Not long after, a hot girl in hot pants came over and looked at him with a smile.

The messenger took out a cigarette, and seeing this, the hot girl's smile widened. She expertly took out another cigarette and lit it for the messenger with a lighter.

"Handsome, are you here to have fun too?"

The hot girl gently blew a puff of white smoke into the messenger's face, and slowly placed her small hand on his lower back.

The messenger didn't smoke; he just put a lit cigarette in his mouth and said, "I'm here to find someone."

"Judging from your expression, have you lost contact with your friends, or did your girlfriend block you in anger?"

The hot girl didn't care if her words would rub salt in someone's wounds. She was just casually starting a conversation, as long as it kept the conversation going, like foreplay before the main course.

"Yes, I can't get in touch with a friend of mine. I heard he was here, so I came looking for him."

"Wow, you're so sentimental."

The girl spoke in a slightly exaggerated tone, but she was secretly delighted.

They're all old foxes, why are you trying to play these ghost stories with me? If you're here to find someone, why are you displaying your cigarette pack so neatly? You've already started smoking, who would believe you now?

The messenger offered no explanation, calmly stubbed out his cigarette with his fingers, and took out Jin Ping'an's sketch again.

The hot girl couldn't help but laugh when she saw the sketch paper in the messenger's hand. She hadn't expected this handsome guy to have prepared story props.

However, she didn't mind continuing the conversation along this line of story, just to add a bit of fun to tonight's nightlife.

But when she took the sketch, the smile on her face slowly froze.

There's no other reason than that this sketch is incredibly realistic. The tattooed man's menacing eyes are so vivid and lifelike that, placed in a dimly lit area, it would seem as if someone were really staring at you.

It took the hot girl a while to react, and she scolded, "Handsome, you're so annoying, bringing out something like this to scare people."

"This is the person I'm looking for. Have you seen him here recently?"

The messenger picked up his glass and took a sip of his cocktail.

The reason he used cigarette boxes to pick up girls was to target regular customers. People who frequented this place were much more likely to have seen the tattooed man than those who only came occasionally.

Even if the hot girl was stupid, she should have realized that the messenger didn't mean it that way by now. She sighed regretfully, but didn't turn around and leave immediately.

Still somewhat unwilling to give up, she asked, "If I were to give this person their information, are you free tonight?"

"I don't have time, but I can offer you some compensation."

The messenger leisurely took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out five hundred dollars, and handed it to the hot girl.

The hot girl shook her head and pushed away the banknotes the messenger offered: "I don't want money, I want your contact information."

Girls who frequent nightclubs are usually straightforward and outgoing. If they like you, they'll pursue you directly. However, don't take their feelings seriously; they just want to have some fun together.

The next morning, we went our separate ways, each heading in opposite directions.

"no problem."

The messenger tore off a note, quickly wrote down Jin Ping'an's phone number on it, and handed it to the hot girl.

Would you mind making a call now?

Although the hot girl verbally asked the messenger if he minded, she had already begun to take action.

The messenger grunted in response and, to Jin Ping'an's bewildered look, pulled his phone out of his bag.

Here's a reminder: try not to exchange phone numbers with others in nightclubs, especially right after you part ways the next morning.

If you feel that someone is nice and want to play chess with them long-term, you can ask for their phone number, but it's best not to give them your own phone number.

This way, you can temporarily take the initiative in the relationship.

As for who will become the readily available weapon in subsequent interactions, that depends on whose PUA skills are superior.

After confirming the phone number was correct, the hot girl grinned and pulled the messenger toward the restroom: "It's too crowded here to talk."

After the messenger left, Jin Ping'an was left alone by the table. He looked around with a dazed expression, like a poor kid who had been taken to an amusement park by his older siblings and then abandoned.

He realized that apart from giving directions, he couldn't really help the messenger in any way and could only watch helplessly.

Thinking of this, he slammed down a big gulp of beer.

(End of this chapter)