Less than eight minutes into the match, the Pandas scored a goal, plunging the Singularity Bar into a sea of jubilation. Zhang Heng also made use of the fans' fanatical love for the team to get most of the people in the bar to take off their shirts. In the end, he identified three potential targets.
In descending order, there was an office worker in a white shirt drinking alone. His briefcase was placed behind his waist and the back of the chair. Even though he was relaxing in the bar, he seemed to be very concerned about his bag. His back was straight, and his back was very close to the back of the chair, making sure that no one would take his bag away while he was drinking.
A young woman in a red dress sat in the corner. She didn't bring anything with her, and she only ordered a glass of juice. She looked like she was waiting for someone. Several men tried to strike up a conversation with her, but she shook her head and rejected all of them. The last person was an old man in his seventies. He was also the oldest man in the entire bar. He was dressed like an intellectual, and he had been looking around since he entered the bar. His attention was not on the ongoing game.
"Are you serious?" Feng Zi followed Zhang Heng's gaze. "Are you more interested in an old man than me?"
"I told you, I have to do something serious first." Zhang Heng put down his glass.
"What kind of serious business? Drag the poor old man out of the bar, drag him all the way to a secluded place, and then rob him of all his belongings?"
"Something like that," Zhang Heng said.
Feng Zi paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing in an exaggerated manner.
"Aren't you afraid? If you invite me to your house for the night, I might do the same thing to you, "Zhang Heng said.
"Hmm, is that all you can do? After thinking for a long time, you can only come up with such a lousy excuse to persuade me to give up sleeping with you. But you better stop dreaming." Feng Zi pressed her thigh against Zhang Heng's thigh, then reached out and stroked his chest. "Why do you think I come to this bar every night? Do you really just want to satisfy your physical needs? It's not like I don't have hands. I'm looking for an adventure, an adventure that can make me forget the smell of motor oil on my body and the boredom of my daily life. Can you give it to me?"
"If you really want an adventure, then you may have really come to the right place tonight," Zhang Heng said. "Do me another favor. Can you find a way to make the man in the white shirt over there take off his shirt in ten minutes?"
"What is this? A test?"
"Sort of."
"Wow, it's really not easy to get you. It's like a knight wanting to marry a princess. He has to go through layers of tests." Feng Zi bit her lips and smiled foolishly. "But I'm willing to accept your challenge because it's a piece of cake for me."
Feng Zi bit her lip and smiled. "But I'm willing to accept your challenge because it's a piece of cake for me."
The two talked for a while, and the office worker shook his head. Feng Zi wasn't angry. Instead, she said something to the other men around her. After that, everyone began to make a fuss. In the end, the office worker was pressured to accept Feng Zi's proposal, and the two began to compete in drinking. Zhang Heng had seen Feng Zi's alcohol tolerance before. Even among men, she was definitely one of the best. At the end of the first round, she lost to the office worker and took off her shoes without hesitation.
Zhang Heng did not continue watching. He knew that Feng Zi had basically defeated the office worker. The reason why she lost the first round was that she deliberately controlled the pace, numbed the opponent's vigilance, and at the same time, gave the opponent the illusion that she could win the game. Zhang Heng then also focused on the old intellectual on the other side.
He did not look for the young woman in the red dress in order because the next trick was not suitable for girls. Zhang Heng moved behind the old intellectual and waited patiently. When a bartender passed by, Zhang Heng stretched out his leg and tripped him.
The bartender suddenly lost his balance, and the tray he was dragging fell to the side. All the wine on it splashed on the old intellectual, and Zhang Heng took advantage of the chaos to quietly leave his original position. When the bartender came to his senses, he could not find the person who tripped him just now. On the contrary, the three glasses of wine that Zhang Heng was holding had drenched the old intellectual's heart.
The bartender couldn't care less about looking for the culprit at this moment. He quickly apologized to the old intellectual. The latter had a good temper, and he did not blame the bartender. Instead, he comforted the bartender with a few words. However, he could no longer stay in the bar in his current state. He took the towel handed to him by the bartender, wiped his clothes, and left the bar.
Although Zhang Heng did not see the man's lower abdomen from the beginning to the end, the fact that he left meant that he was not the trader.
On the other side, the battle between Feng Zi and the office worker had already entered a white-hot stage. It was obvious who was the winner from the remaining clothes of the two. Although Feng Zi had already fulfilled Zhang Heng's request and asked the office worker to take off his coat, Feng Zi did not seem to have any intention of stopping. She seemed to be in a killing frenzy, and she seemed to be in high spirits. She would not stop until she had wiped out all of her target's clothes.
Zhang Heng did not want to interrupt her. However, he had already seen the office worker's lower abdomen, and he did not see the Apollo tattoo. So far, two out of the three targets had been eliminated. Now, there was only one left.
With less than five minutes to go, Zhang Heng walked up to the woman in the red dress.
Before he could speak, the latter said, "I know what you want to say, but I have an appointment with someone else tonight. If you can leave me alone, I will be very grateful …"
However, Zhang Heng did not leave immediately like the other men. Instead, he pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.
The woman in the red dress shook her head, "Why do you have to do this? Doesn't the sister beside you like you very much? I saw her almost sticking to you, and she wanted to eat you up. Why don't you go to her?"
"Because she is not the person I'm looking for tonight," Zhang Heng replied.
"Then why do you think I am?" the woman in the red dress asked.
"You have to tell me that," Zhang Heng said. "You said you are waiting for someone. When is your appointment?"
"Why should I answer your question?" The woman in the red dress frowned.
"Because I want to know how long I can sit here. This request is not too much to ask, right?" Zhang Heng said.
"Very soon." The woman in the red dress folded her hands.
After that, her eyes fell on the Pandaren championship clock on the side, and the hands finally pointed to 6: 45.
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