The crowd in the club roared and yelled in response.
Instantly, music that was completely different from before rang out. It was loud and rhythmic.
In the midst of this earth-shattering music, one had to shout in someone's ear if they wanted to talk.
Luke could only stop chatting with the black-haired beauty next to him.
He pondered that it would be more convenient for him to work upstairs now that the club was getting high.
A lot of customers seemed to know that it was time for the club to get really high, and were flooding in through the door. The place was extremely chaotic.
Suddenly, Luke's Quick Reflex sensed that someone was looking at him maliciously.
His Quick Reflex wasn't very perceptive, and could only be vaguely triggered by malicious intent.
So, did someone want to kill him?
Without batting an eyelid, Luke simply probed with Sharp Nose.
A moment later, he found a very distinct scent among most of the normal smells.
The scent was very clean. It smelled of gun oil, gunpowder, and normal sweat. It was so clean that it didn't fit in with the crowd.
Everyone here was either drinking or taking drugs. Those who didn't touch either type of stuff basically didn't have guns on them.
More importantly, this guy was wearing Gucci perfume.
The gangsters and security guards in this club didn't have the habit of wearing perfume.
Luke stretched out his right hand casually and fiddled with the crystal drink card on the counter, as if he were bored. As it turned, his dynamic vision caught a glimpse of a man in a flash.
He was wearing a black shirt and black slacks, a pair of shiny leather shoes, and his hair was combed back.
He had an aquiline nose and deep-set eyes. Together with his slightly pursed mouth, he looked very cold.
The crowd was dancing crazily to the DJ's music, but this man strolled through the crowd like a ghost, completely out of place in the wild and fiery atmosphere of the nightclub.
Suddenly, Luke turned around and looked at the black-haired beauty next to him. "Can I buy you a drink alone tonight?" As he spoke, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer like an impatient young man.
The black-haired beauty was shocked, and wondered why she hadn't reacted in time.
Almost at the same time, she heard a crack on the bar next to her, and a bottle broke.
Her mind racing, she abruptly fell into Luke's arms and fell off the counter with him, landing on a round sofa nearby.
Luke blinked. "Does that mean you're agreeing to it? Uh, or angry? "
The black-haired beauty's originally tense nerves couldn't help but relax. She stared at him and said, "What do you think?"
Luke smiled. "I think you're agreeing, but you're a little embarrassed, so you're angry."
The black-haired beauty: "What?" You really know how to read other people's minds.
Now, the two of them were lying behind the round sofa, with the black-haired beauty lying on his chest.
The dancing crowd only glanced at the two of them casually. There were even a few cheers, but no one cared.
In this bar, it was not uncommon for people to go into battle directly when they were happy. A mere act of throwing oneself into someone's arms and flirting was not selling at all.
Paying attention to what the woman with the slicked-back hair was doing, Luke suddenly exerted strength from his waist and flipped her over. "I think it's more comfortable this way."
The black-haired beauty was about to say something, but her eyes suddenly froze.
Luke's action of turning his body slightly sideways gave her a better view of what was going on.
A man with the slicked-back hair in black happened to walk out from the sofa with a gun.
She raised her short skirt with her left hand and drew the PPK from her thigh holster. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
She fired three times in a row, forcing the man who had just popped his head back.
Her hand that was holding the gun behind Luke's head didn't move at all. Staring at the side of the round sofa, she shouted in a low voice, "Get up and scram."
Luke snorted. "Can't you be a little gentler?" But he immediately got up obediently and sat down on the edge of the round sofa.
At the same time that he sat on the ground, a small steel ball silently slid out from the side of his hand, passing under the round sofa and rolling to the other side.
On the other side of the round sofa, the man with the slicked-back hair suddenly exerted strength and stuck his head out, aiming his gun at the black-haired beauty who was still lying on the ground.
Unexpectedly, there was something under his feet. It was round and slippery. His toes involuntarily swayed, moving his body and arms.
Pu!
His long-awaited shot landed on the round sofa.
Cursing inwardly, the man with the slicked-back hair saw the black-haired beauty's sneer.
Bang! Bang!
The man with the slicked-back hair grunted and rolled into the crowd.
He had been shot in the left shoulder, and it was all because of the strange object that had appeared under his feet that his shot missed. The tables had turned.
Luke, on the other hand, looked at the gun in the black-haired beauty's hand in horror. "It's just an invitation. You don't have to pull out a gun, do you?"
The black-haired beauty didn't have the time to waste with him. She simply shouted in a low voice, "Get lost." She was already reloading.
She didn't want her fight with the man with the slicked-back hair to implicate this young man. She found him quite pleasing to the eye.
Startled, Luke hurriedly got up and ran, knocking into the counter in the process.
Someone at the counter suddenly screamed, "Ah!"
The black-haired beauty stood up at the same time. She raised the PPK in her hand and fired randomly at the back of the counter.
Behind the counter, a man with the slicked-back hair scrambled to the side of the hallway. Crouching and covering his face, he fled to the back door.
Just now, after being shot in the shoulder, the man with the slicked-back hair had rolled into the crowd and taken the opportunity to hide behind the counter.
He was just about to stand up and ambush the black-haired beauty when someone knocked into the counter on his left, and a crystal drink card flew at an angle.
The man with the slicked-back hair's head had barely peeked out from the edge of the counter when his vision blurred, and the crystal drink card sliced across the bridge of his nose.
Even with his eyes closed, his nose was still in pain, and he couldn't help but tear up uncontrollably.
Without any hesitation, the man with the slicked-back hair only had one word — run.
Since he had temporarily lost his eyes, he might be killed in a fight. Only an idiot wouldn't run.
When the black-haired beauty's PPK shattered the bottles on the counter, he had already crawled away from the side to avoid being riddled with holes.
It wasn't until then that the revellers around them noticed something was wrong.
The bar was too noisy. The man with the slicked-back hair had a silencer on his gun, and the black-haired beauty's PPK wasn't particularly loud.
It wasn't until the cracking sounds from the counter attracted the attention of the crowd and the security guards.
But before they could surround him, the black-haired beauty had already chased after the man with the slicked-back hair.
When she brushed past Luke, she said in a low voice, "Drink your juice and stop following me."
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