She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 251: The Devil's Club Dance, Two Club Members Meet
Tian Xiaomi was stunned for a moment.

This Mr. Zhu, why is he so...

The agent didn't dare to say much and quickly changed the song to the most exciting folk style.

Tian Xiaomi twisted her waist hard.

Zhu Dajun was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

It looks good. It really does look good.

He doesn't have the same respect that those fans have for Tian Xiaomi. In his eyes, Tian Xiaomi is just more expensive.

But that price is nothing in Zhu Dajun's eyes.

He was about to drink when someone knocked on the door of the private room.

Tian Xiaomi's eyes showed displeasure.

It is quite embarrassing for a popular actress to flirt in a nightclub.

Do you want someone to disturb you at this time?
Zhu Dajun's face also looked unhappy. Who is so blind? Didn't he see that I, Zhu, feel it?

The person outside the private room knocked on the door twice and walked in without caring whether the people inside agreed or not.

He is a white-haired young man named Crazy Wolf. He is a capable general under Zhu Dajun and also Zhu Dajun's sworn brother.

Mad Wolf didn't even look at Tian Xiaomi and the agent, he walked up to Zhu Dajun and whispered:
"That gentleman is here."

Zhu Dajun frowned:
"No matter who comes, he can't spoil my fun!"

Mad Wolf pinched Zhu Dajun's shoulder:

"Boss, it's that gentleman!"

Zhu Dajun snorted lightly, suddenly thought of something, and quickly turned his head to look at the mad wolf.

There was seriousness and solemnity in the Mad Wolf's eyes.

Zhu Dajun quickly spit out the wine in his mouth, and then looked at Mad Wolf seriously:

"where?"

Mad Wolf pointed upwards:
"His office."

Zhu Dajun stood up, looking around for something, muttering:

"Water, water! Quick! Water!"

Crazy Wolf quickly picked up the half-drunk bottle of mineral water from Tian Xiaomi and handed it to Zhu Dajun.

Zhu Dajun grabbed the mineral water and poured it into his mouth.

He didn't dare let Li Yang smell the alcohol on him.

It’s not that Li Yang doesn’t allow him to drink, he is just afraid that the smell of alcohol on his body will make Li Yang uncomfortable.

Zhu Dajun rinsed his mouth vigorously and trotted out the door.

Tian Xiaomi and her agent looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

They all know that Zhu Dajun is almost omnipotent in the South China Sea. What kind of person can make Zhu Dajun like his grandson?
Mad Wolf then looked at Tian Xiaomi and the agent and said politely:
"Sorry, Mr. Zhu has something to do. I have to excuse myself first."

The agent hurriedly said:

"You are busy, you are busy, we will leave now."

The agent pulled Tian Xiaomi outside.

This is hitting the sky.

"Heaven" is not something that little people like them can see, hear, or speak.

Tian Xiaomi walked out of the private room and couldn't help but look at Zhu Dajun's back.

Tian Xiaomi blinked her eyes:

"If the person Zhu Dajun is going to meet is willing to help me, I will definitely get the role."

The agent pulled Tian Xiaomi's arm hard:

“Filming is filming, don’t take it seriously.

Just think about the Cinderella story."

This popular actress is nothing more than a Cinderella in front of the real "God".

. . . . . .

Emperor Nightclub, top floor, Devil Club, Chairman's Office.

The lights in the palace-like office were dim.

Li Yang sat in an office chair, wearing a round hat, his entire face hidden in shadow.

He picked up a cigarette.

Zhu Dajun risked his life to light the fire like a pug, and Li Yang did not refuse.

Zhu Dajun breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this person is in a good mood today.

Li Yang exhaled a puff of smoke:
"Get ready for the dance the day after tomorrow. Members of the Imperial Capital Devil Club will be attending."

Zhu Dajun's whole body trembled, and a look of deep surprise broke out on his face.

Zhu Dajun knew very well who were in the South China Sea Devil Club.

Musicians, business tycoons, underground bosses, senior officials, etc. are all powerful people in the South China Sea.

The people from the Imperial Capital Devil Club must be the powerful people in the Imperial Capital.

There is a difference between the South China Sea and the Imperial Capital.

In the South China Sea, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want.

In the imperial capital, even if you have 10 billion, you have to behave yourself.

Although there are many people on the Internet who claim to be the princes of the Beijing circle, in fact, the real powerful people in the imperial capital will never appear on the Internet.

Who among ordinary people knows that there are four major families in the capital?
Among the princes of the four major families, who will appear on the Internet?

If he makes friends with those mysterious bigwigs in the imperial capital and cooperates with them, his power will definitely rise to a higher level.

. . . . . .

Two days later, South China Sea.

A car stopped in front of the Emperor Nightclub.

Two people got off the car, one was Yang Xiao, who was wearing a crying mask, and the other was Zhi Qiluo, who was wearing a ghost mask.

Yang Xiao sighed:

"The South Sea Devil Club turned out to be the Emperor Nightclub."

Zhi Qiluo's beautiful eyes were filled with surprise:

“The first city that never sleeps in the South China Sea is also the territory of the Devil Club.

Where do you think the Devil's Clubs are located in other cities?"

The Emperor Nightclub is very famous in Xia Country, it is a real feast for the sea and sky.

Yang Xiao chuckled:
"As long as it's not in the Sheriff's Office, I won't find it strange."

As the two walked in, the waiter wearing a white mask bowed and said respectfully:
"Please show me your ID."

Zhi Qiluo and Yang Xiao each took out a black card.

There was not a word about black, but the waiter seemed more respectful.

Because the waiter can see the code on the black card that represents the special meaning.

【artist】

【Ghost Rakshasa】

The waiter returned the card respectfully:

"Please come this way."

Yang Xiao and Zhi Qiluo could see that the waiter was surrounded by a deathly aura.

This waiter is an extraordinary person, or he is a cleaner.

Led by the waiter, Yang Xiao and Zhi Qiluo stepped into the elevator and came to the corridor on the top floor.

As soon as he entered the top floor, Zhi Qiluo was completely stunned.

I was not surprised by the luxury inside, but was shocked by the design concept.

She stared at her feet.

That was the ballroom for the Emperor nightclub dance.

Driven by the passion of the DJ, men and women in strange costumes are venting their fatigue in life crazily.

However, the sound from below cannot be transmitted to the above.

She seemed to be stepping on worldly desires, rising above the common people, and completely isolated from mediocrity.

Zhi Qiluo walked inside.

The crystal chandelier emits a dazzling light, and the soft light illuminates the spacious venue, creating a magnificent scene.

Unforgettable classical piano music ripples from the nimble hands of an old man wearing a mask in the center of the hall.

Dozens of waiters dressed in tuxedos, maid outfits and masks walked around the venue serving the elegantly dressed guests.

The guests were all wearing masks, and Zhi Qiluo felt that each of them exuded an oppressive power.

These are all demons!
They were talking, and some men and women were dancing in pairs to the beautiful piano music.

Zhi Qiluo's eyes showed envy.

She is not a demon and has not been favored by the god of death.

In the Devil Club, her combat power may be the lowest.

Because, she was just a waitress in charge of the Imperial Capital Devil Club.

To put it bluntly, he is the head waiter.

"Sir, I am not qualified to enter here. Please don't be shy. Everything here is for you."

The waiter said this respectfully and left the venue.

"Hello, you two, what are your names?"

Zhu Dajun, wearing a mask, grinned and extended his hand in a friendly manner.

Yang Xiao smiled and stretched out her hand:
"artist."

Zhi Qiluo did not lose his momentum and said:

"Ghost Rakshasa."

Zhu Dajun smiled even more:
"Little shadow demon."

Everyone present would regard the other members as veterans of the Devil’s Club.

The members of the Demon Club in the South China Sea and the members of the Demon Club in the Imperial Capital are all monsters who have lived for who knows how many years.

The members of the Demon Club in the Imperial Capital also view the members of the South China Sea Demon Club in the same way.

They didn't know that the Devil's Club had only been established for less than three years.

Everyone is wary of each other, respects each other, and thinks each other is pretty awesome.

Zhu Dajun glanced at the beautiful women standing in a row outside the venue and said:
"Mr. Artist, this is your first time at the South Sea Devil Club. Please enjoy the wine and beauties provided by the club."

Yang Xiao rejected Zhu Dajun's kindness:
"I'm not interested in those things. I just like to create something and do some art."

Zhu Dajun said happily:
“Mr. Artist is also a cultural person.

I have gained some experience in art appreciation over the years.

I wonder what kind of creation Mr. Artist likes?"

Yang Xiao looked at Zhu Dajun in surprise.

There are people who appreciate art?
Yang Xiao felt that this person was easy to get along with, and he liked people who knew how to appreciate him.

He took out a photo from his arms and smiled proudly and confidently:

"These are all my art. If you like them, I'll give you some."

Zhu Dajun took Yang Xiao’s photo with both hands.

Just one glance gave me goosebumps and my hair stood on end.

The photos show disgusting stitched monsters that look like the "Human Centipede" in the movie.

As expected, the seniors are all devils in a very real sense!
Only Lord Death can control these terrifying creatures!

(End of this chapter)