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Chapter 134 News Arrived
On the messenger's end, the hot girl didn't actually pull him into the bathroom.

The two stood side by side against the wall at the entrance of the emergency exit staircase.

The hot girl threw her half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with her toe: "If you asked someone else, they might not have actually seen it."

After all, as you know, most women in nightclubs focus their attention on handsome men and rich guys, while men's attention is mostly on breasts and butts.

So are you praising yourself for being different from others?

The messenger remained silent. He wasn't one to chat idly; he only spoke a few words when physically persuading people in the Black Zone.

The hot girl subtly approached the messenger, her shoulder to shoulder with his.

"I'm not bragging, but everyone goes to nightclubs looking for excitement, and they'll definitely choose handsome men, beautiful women, and rich people. The reason I remember this person is because he left a bad impression on me."

"You're a very honest person."

The messenger crossed his arms: "But could you get to the point first? I'm very busy."

"Look at you, so impatient."

The hot girl rolled her eyes at him, then rubbed her thigh against the messenger's body lightly: "You even refused my invitation tonight, yet you're so self-righteous about asking for information. Is that really okay?"

The messenger tilted his body slightly: "I could also ask the bartender, but it's just too much trouble."

After lingering for a while, she noticed that the messenger remained expressionless and completely unmoved.

Despite her flirting, seeing his attitude, the hot girl knew she should stop.

If he runs away, who knows when I'll meet a man with that kind of charisma again.

The hot girl composed herself, loosened her grip on her thigh, and got back to the main topic.

"People come to nightclubs to have fun, but it's no fun if you get drugged without knowing it, so I often keep an eye out for drug dealers in bars."

The hottie's expression darkened when she mentioned the drug dealer: "That man with the butterfly tattoo on his arm came to this bar yesterday. He was looking for the drug dealer to buy something, so I paid special attention to him."

In bars and nightclubs, where people tend to be more outgoing, always be wary of people wearing sportswear and sneakers, regardless of gender.

Because there is a high probability that they are small-time vendors selling potent sleeping pills such as triazolam, and some of them even sell gamma-hydroxybutyric acid (GHB).

These items are sold at higher prices in bars than outside, but they have the advantage of being closer to the customer market, so they can be bought and used immediately, and the demand is not small.

If you don't want to be tricked without realizing it, be extremely wary if you see customers or people in sportswear mysteriously going to the restroom.

Both men and women should take note: with the development of the times, there are more and more gay men in bars.

The hot girl said uncertainly, "This isn't the first time that person has come here to buy medicine. It's been at least three or four times. Let me think... the earliest time was probably more than two months ago?"

The hot girl doesn't go clubbing every day, so she wasn't sure if the tattooed guy had been to this bar before.

The messenger asked, "Do you have a picture of the drug dealer?"

"Who would bother to film that kind of person?"

The hot girl looked disgusted, like she'd just drunk a bottle of Wahaha with soy sauce: "He's very recognizable. He has a pair of protruding ears, a bald patch on the back of his head, and he's missing a front tooth."

After describing the drug dealer's physical characteristics, the hot girl, wanting to shake off his sullen face, kept staring intently at the messenger, hoping he would praise her.

But he was busy trying to recall if he had seen anyone like that in the bar, and all the hot girls' flirtatious glances were directed at thin air.

Seeing the messenger with his head down in deep thought, the hot girl kicked him in the shin in annoyance.

"Hey, I'm breaking taboos by telling you all this, don't you have anything to say?"

"Okay, thanks. I have something else to do, so I won't bother you while you're clubbing. Talk to you later."

Once the desired information was obtained, the messenger immediately turned and left, more heartless than a scumbag who pulled up his pants in the morning.

The hot girl yelled from behind him, "Damn, you're just going to leave like that? Are you even a man? Are you gay or something? Hey!"

The hot girl watched the messenger leave, cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation.

"Well, at least I got his contact information. It would be a shame to give up on a guy like this if I didn't give him a go."

The hot girl comforted herself as she returned to her small group.

As soon as she got back, one of her girlfriends said to her, "Hey, you're back already? I saw you two chatting and having a great time. You even smoked a cigarette and went to the bathroom."

Another friend jokingly chimed in, "Were you too impatient and scared her away?"

"Don't even mention it, that guy is either asexual or gay, he doesn't react at all."

The hot girl went to the bar and ordered another beer, pushing the half-finished glass aside: "I guess he might be a bounty hunter or a reporter or something."

"Really? What did he ask you?"

Upon hearing this, the girls' gossipy nature was instantly piqued, and they all crowded around.

"I just casually asked if there were many customers here, and he left after I gave him a few perfunctory answers."

The Spice Girl isn't stupid; she knows what she should and shouldn't say.

If the drug dealer gets into trouble and finds out that you leaked the information, it would be a real problem if they came looking for you with their men.

"Good heavens, you knew he might be a bounty hunter and still dared to have an affair with him? Aren't you afraid your brother will punish you?"

The hot girl gulped down a big mouthful of beer, wiped her mouth, and said, "Since we're looking for thrills, let's go all the way. Besides, this is just my guess. He might not actually be a bounty hunter. And my brother wouldn't bother me with something like this."

"That makes sense. It's more exciting to have a special identity for this kind of handsome guy."

The girls all nodded in agreement with this statement.

"Did you get the phone number? Could you share it with us?"

After a brief exchange of flirtations, the one who spoke first revealed her true colors, bringing up the issue that concerned them most with ill intent.

Once the first person took the plunge, the remaining two quickly followed suit.

"Since you didn't succeed, why don't we give it a try? If we succeed, we can help you out in return."

"Exactly, don't eat alone. If you can't manage by yourself, maybe they'll agree if we go together?"

Seeing this group of chattering, fake friends trying to get away with her hard work, the hot girl was furious: "Get out of here! All you know how to do is sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor. If you're so capable, go ask for it yourselves!"

The hot girl's tone was very firm, and no matter how much the men tried to please her, it was no use.

"Tch, if you don't want to give it to me, then don't."

"Where can we go now that everyone's gone?"

"I think he brought a fledgling with him, who knows, maybe he's gay."

Seeing that there was no hope of getting something for free, everyone started to feel envious, offering their sincere "blessings," which made the hot girl grit her teeth in anger.

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Outside the bar, the messenger dragged Jin Ping'an, whose face was flushed, back to the car.

Jin Ping'an asked in confusion, "Weren't we looking for Zhang Yan? Why are we back in the car?"

(End of this chapter)