Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 92 Hot Body Dance!
Murong Lin's face darkened.

In City A, almost all nightclubs, KTVs, and other entertainment venues are all under the control of the Qinglong Gang.

Because the Qinglong Gang has always clearly stipulated that it is not allowed to help middle school disciples run any drug-related business.

Therefore, in city A, there is almost no drug trade.

If Ye Sitong opened a gap here, it would be tantamount to opening Pandora's box in City A, which would inevitably bring about countless bad chain reactions.

"We must stop them!"

He clenched the cup tightly in his hand.

Those usually lazy eyes were suddenly full of murderous intent.

The glass goblet shattered, but his palm was unscathed.

"So, this is also the reason why the organization wants you to approach Mo Chou. Help her secure the position of leader. This is the most effective way to stop Ye Sitong!"

The man in the dark directly lowered the brim of his hat and slowly got up.

"Tomorrow is the most critical day, be careful!"

Murong Lin didn't turn his head, but turned his back to him and waved his right hand.

Turning around and walking down the terrace, the man in the black top hat soon disappeared among the dancing men and women on the first floor of X Bar.

Throwing the shards of glass into the trash can at the corner of the terrace, Murong Lin lazily put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked down the stairs.

As soon as he walked downstairs, several young women with flirtatious looks greeted him immediately.

Letting several people pull him into the dance floor, Murong Lin hugged one of them and danced close to him.

It should be said that the girl was born very well, especially with a hot body.

The black velvet low-cut skirt showed off her plump breasts and slender thighs.

Clinging closely to Murong Lin's body, the girl tried her best to tease her.

It's a pity that Murong Lin only felt disgusted by her teasing.

Lazily pushing away the girl who was about to entangle him, he strode out of the dance floor, turned around and walked out the door of the bar.

Sitting in his dark blue Bugatti sports car, the color of which was like the night sea, he took out a cigar from the storage box, held it between his lips, lit it slowly, and Murong Lin started the car suddenly.

(End of this chapter)