The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 440 The Disappearing Dancer

The setting sun slowly sank into the horizon, and a layer of orange-red sunset glow gradually spread across the sky. The twilight gently embraced the city, covering everything with a soft and hazy veil.

The street lights light up one by one, these messengers of the night quietly taking over the post of the setting sun, guiding people in the direction of returning home...

Well... there is also a direction to start the nightlife.

Compared to the barbecue, beer and bragging in a certain oriental country, the people of Xida have more exciting evening games that are more suitable for their babies' physiques.

The gaudy and exaggerated neon lights emit colorful lights, and the heavy soundproof iron doors occasionally open and close, leaking out deafening noise and rock music, attracting the attention of passers-by.

But even such a noise could not suppress the angry shouting of the group of people in front of the door.

"Why hasn't Miss Catherine come out to perform yet? It's already the fourth... fifth day, right?"

"What the hell is going on with your club? Are you treating the audience like idiots? We drove hundreds of kilometers just to come and watch this!"

"Scam! The special performance that was supposed to last for seven days has been delayed again and again. We want a refund!"

The noise of the crowd rose and fell, and their dissatisfaction was evident.

"Please be quiet... calm down. Whatever you mean by quiet, shut up!"

A middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair waved his hands vigorously and squeezed out of the crowd.

Sweat sparkled between his slightly sparse hairline, coating his forehead with a layer of oil. His fat belly bulged high, pushing his clothes tight, and with those conspicuous big teeth, the man looked like a bald rat, but he managed to wear an expensive Armani shirt to look like a local tycoon.

"[Red Carnival Night] has been open in Portland for 17 years, and everyone knows my reputation as Gold Tooth Pete!
Our club has always had clear rules. This time it was indeed an emergency. Miss Catherine ended her seven-day tour early and returned to Las Vegas due to a personal emergency. I will refund everyone's ticket fees at the original price!"

He held up his carrot-like fingers, spit flying from his mouth, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Friends, don't let this little setback ruin your fun. I have invited other dancers to perform just as well! And to make it up to you, I have decided to increase the discount. All drinks will be 10% off!"

Perhaps they were moved by his sincerity, or perhaps because the arms and legs of the bodyguards next to him were so thick, the crowd clamored for a while, but finally chose to return the money obediently.

"XX bastard!" Returning to the secret box in the boss's office, Pete seemed to have lost all his strength and flung himself limply into the cotton cushion of the couch. The carefree feeling he had before was now gone, replaced by a heart full of regret and fear.

"It's just an inexplicable disaster. How am I supposed to know why that girl disappeared?"

The high-definition screen embedded in the wall faithfully presents the lively scene in the club hall. In the picture, the hot dancers stretch their white thighs boldly, drawing cheers.

The show that he usually liked to watch now seemed extremely noisy. He took a few deep breaths, grunted, got up, opened a safe under the table, and started to take out the money swiftly.

"I'm afraid that old bastard whose daughter is missing won't accept my explanation. He should go out and hide for a few months before..."

"May I ask who that old bastard is? And why did he go out and hide for several months?"

A curious young voice suddenly sounded behind him. The fat man trembled in fear, and seemed to collapse to the ground. However, the next moment, he turned his head suddenly, and the jawbone under the fat quickly protruded and stretched, and the sharp front teeth glowed with a metallic yellow light, and he bit the newcomer fiercely.

Pete was very confident about this secret move. He was able to gain a foothold in the semi-black and semi-white entertainment industry not relying on his harmless appearance.

His sharp teeth are strong enough to pierce through steel plates. When he first started working, he bit off the throats of countless gangsters who came to extort money.

However, when his teeth closed, he did not taste any warm flesh and blood, but only a hard and cold mass that hit him mercilessly.

"Ouch... cough." The elbow-foot-long icicle pierced the boss' throat, choking him so much that his eyes rolled back. If it weren't for his physique far superior to that of humans, he would have almost died on the spot.

"Turns out he's a rat man. No wonder his nickname is Gold Teeth. Don't you care about his public activities?" Zhu Mingyao flicked the ice off his hands and asked curiously.

The thin-faced man at the side scratched his messy brown hair and spread his hands and said:

"The nearby states belong to the Northeast Region of the Federation. They have complex terrain with high mountains and dense forests. They are also far away from the political and economic center of the East Coast. They are the first choice for aliens to live in seclusion. As long as they abide by the law, no one will care."

He gave a look of understanding and added in a low voice: "After all, there are a few difficult old guys in there. There is no conflict of interest, and the authorities are too lazy to get involved."

As he spoke, Ratman Pete finally recovered from his shock, stared at the brown-haired man with his bull eyes, and started to curse him:
"Eddie Monroe, you son of a bitch, who the hell did you bring here? I gave you a huge discount on the striptease for nothing!"

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You can't judge a person by his appearance. I didn't realize that Eddie, a science and engineering geek werewolf who loves mechanics, has such a hobby in private...

A moment later, Zhu Mingyao and Nick sat on the sofa, watching the ratman boss spitting saliva passionately and beating the werewolf mechanic to a embarrassed smile.

"Well, now that the fight is over, let's talk about what happened." Nick tapped the table with his knuckles and said calmly.

Pete's body trembled when he heard the voice, and he sat down obediently with his head lowered.

As the current manager of the official supernatural violence agency, he has an extraordinary deterrent effect on the aliens who mingle in human society.

"It was originally just an ordinary commercial performance..." he said dejectedly.

To put it simply, the alien creatures currently hidden in the Federation, as long as they are willing to live in peace, mostly have the tradition of sticking together.

The so-called Miss Catherine is also an outlier. She usually appears as a famous dancer in Las Vegas. She has superb dancing skills and is youthful and beautiful. Therefore, she has many fans and is even well-known in the outlier circle.

In order to attract business, the Rat Man boss spent a lot of money to invite him to his club for a seven-day tour.

However, on the morning of the second day after she stayed there, Pete was horrified to find that she had disappeared without a trace.

At first he thought that he had left without saying goodbye, but the untouched luggage and the suspected traces of fighting in the room made him realize that this was clearly a kidnapping!
(End of this chapter)