Chapter 190
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"Sir, please."
At the entrance of the Moulin Rouge, there were several women dressed in sexy clothes. There was a trace of seductive charm in their eyes. It was obvious that they were specially trained.
Dean looked calm as he passed through several women. He came to the ticket office in the hall and glanced at the prices. He looked back at Barton who was following him.
Barton understood Dudian's meaning and whispered: "The ballroom on the second floor."
Dudian nodded and looked at the young girl behind the counter: "Give me two tickets to the second floor." He took out four silver coins. The price of each ticket was equivalent to a month's salary of an ordinary resident.
The young girl quickly collected the money and handed over the tickets.
"Sir, this way please." The maid who was waiting to lead the way respectfully said.
Dudian was quite satisfied with the thoughtful service. He followed the maid and asked Barton: "What about the two of them?"
"They are inside." Barton's face was red.
Dudian smiled: "You are the most honest."
Barton scratched his head in embarrassment. At this time, both of them went up the wooden steps to the second floor. The Moulin Rouge was dim and the lights were bright. From time to time they met young nobles who were walking out of the room. They were chatting and laughing as they left.
"It's here. Young masters, please." The maid came to a door and took the initiative to stretch out her slender arm to push open the heavy door. She respectfully said to Dudian and Barton.
The moment the door was pushed open, melodious music came out from inside.
Dudian and Barton went inside together. They saw that there was a counter at the entrance of the room. There were many masks behind the counter. It was a masked ball.
"Welcome, young masters." Two sweet-looking girls behind the counter giggled and said, "Would the two young masters please choose a mask that you like?"
Dudian glanced at the counter and chose a green monster mask. Barton chose a falcon mask. Then they entered the ballroom.
The area of the room was extremely large. At the moment there was melodious music. Some young men wearing masks and dressed like gentlemen were gently dancing in the ballroom.
Barton raised his hand and pointed vaguely. "That's him."
Dean was able to find Vick by smell. He saw Vick wearing a white gentleman's suit. He was holding a tall and graceful figure in the corner, gently swaying. His palms were touching and kneading the other's back and buttocks.
There was a trace of smile on Dudian's face: "Tell both of them to wait in the bathroom."
Barton was surprised but nodded. He turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Dudian waved to a waiter who was not far from him. The waiter came over with a fruit plate and wine. Dudian held a glass of wine and walked through the crowd towards the dimly lit corner. Dudian saw the two leaning against each other and whispering. The smile on his face became thicker. He poured the wine from Vick's armpit.
Vick was infatuated with the fragrance of the beauty in his arms. Suddenly, he felt something cold under his armpits. He looked back and found that his clothes were wet. A figure wearing a green monster's head was standing next to him. The figure was holding a glass of wine. He looked flustered.
"Sorry, sorry." Dudian quickly said in a low voice.
Vick was furious: "What's wrong with your eyes?"
"Sorry, sorry. I accidentally slipped."
"Damn!" Vick was so angry that he wanted to teach a lesson to the rash person.
The enchanting woman in his arms was wearing a white cat mask. She looked at Dudian and saw him repeatedly apologizing. Although she was unhappy in her heart, she still held Vick's cheek: "Dear, forget it. Don't affect our mood."
Vick suppressed his anger as he saw her persuasion. He fiercely stared at Dudian. He looked back at the woman: "I'm going to clean up. Wait for me."
"Well, go." The woman tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.
The anger on Vick's face disappeared. He shook his wet clothes: "I'll be back soon. Wait for me." Then he turned away and pushed the crowd away.
Dudian mixed into the crowd and quietly followed him.
The washroom was also connected to the toilet. There were a few wooden basins and wooden spoons were used to scoop up the water. The toilet was also separated. It wasn't a squatting toilet but a toilet that was similar to a toilet. A huge wooden board was laid flat at the height of the seat. The middle of the wooden board was hollowed out and connected to the sewage pipe.
Dudian saw Barton waiting for him. Kroen and Joseph were next to him. Although they were wearing masks, Dudian recognized them at first glance.
Vick was taking off his coat in front of the wooden basin. He was ready to wring out the wine.
There was no one here at the moment. Dudian winked at the three of them and went behind Vick. He saw that Vick was wringing out his clothes and didn't notice Dudian. It seemed that he was just another person who came to the washroom.
Dudian decisively chopped at the back of Vick's neck.
Bang! Vick was caught off guard. His head tilted back and his body softened.
Dudian quickly held him and carried him to the washroom. He closed the door and said to Barton and the other three: "Stand guard outside." Dudian took off Vick's coat and mask and replaced them with his own coat and mask. He helped Vick put on his own coat and mask and pushed open the door of the washroom.
Barton and the other two were scared when they saw Dudian come out. Dudian immediately said: "It's me." He threw Vick to the other three: "Pretend that he is drunk and help him to leave. One of you go and stand guard in front. Bring the carriage."
It was the first time for Barton and the other two to do this. They were frightened. They saw that Vick's body was warm and there was no wound. They were relieved and helped him to leave.
Dean tidied up his clothes and returned to the ball. He soon found the woman wearing the white cat mask.
"You are back." The woman wearing the white cat mask smiled: "Where are we going to play?"
Dudian pointed to the sky.
The woman wearing the white cat mask looked up.
Dean's other hand quickly removed the string of golden necklace from her neck and quietly put it in his palm. He retracted it and threw it into the pocket of his pants. He learned this stealing technique from a burglar in prison.
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