my husband is a killer

Chapter 115 What Are You Going To Do! 1
Amidst the dazzling flashes of neon lights, a faint blue umbrella is moving in a hurry, passing by entertainment venues with eclectic names, occasionally stopping, and the colorful lights illuminate the fresh and elegant lily of the woman holding the umbrella. She has a face, but her paleness cannot be erased. She raised her head slightly, frowned slightly, and her body was so thin that the wind would blow it away!

Drunk men kept accosting her, she pretended not to hear, just stared at the house number and carefully compared the address in her hand, stopped and stopped, and finally stopped in front of a disco called "Sensual and Beautiful" foot!

The address in her hand was a person she had called all afternoon and asked a friend of a friend to find out. It is said that he has a wide network of contacts and is well-informed about the underworld. This is a legitimate disco on the surface. It's the boss, if you can ask him for help, maybe, maybe you can find T...

Looking at the resplendent and resplendent gate, she let out a sigh of relief and clutched the bag on her shoulder!She usually doesn't dare to take a look at this kind of place where dragons and snakes are mixed, but now she wants to go in alone to find their boss. Breathe in, breathe in again, afraid that if you hesitate again, you will be even more afraid, so you put your mind to one side, bite the bullet and walk in!

As soon as the door was pushed open, the music exploded like an explosion, the steaming heat wave was suffocating, the dim lights filled the air, the bar and the dance floor could be vaguely seen, and countless bodies were writhing crazily in time with the beat!She felt dizzy for a while, hurriedly supported the wall, and walked to the bar step by step to explain her purpose.

The bartender looked at her suspiciously, grabbed a short and fat man next to him and said a few words, motioning her to follow him!
The man was tall and thick, with a fleshy face, wearing a fancy T-shirt, a string of thick chains hanging around his neck, and a ferocious tiger head tattooed on his arm. Hold on tighter!
After passing through several doors, the noise outside was already blurred. The man finally turned around, looked her up and down with his arms folded, and asked:
"What are you looking for with Uncle Tian?"

"Well... I want to ask him to help me find someone!" She mustered up the courage to look into his eyes and speak.

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(End of this chapter)