On the messenger's side, the hot girl didn't actually pull him into the bathroom.
The two stood at the stairs of the emergency passage, leaning against the wall side by side.
The hot girl threw the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and crushed it with her toes: "If you ask someone else, they may not have seen it.
After all, you know that most women in nightclubs focus on handsome guys and rich guys, while men focus on their breasts and butts. "
So are you bragging that you are different?
The messenger didn't say anything. He was not a person who liked to chat. He would only say a few words when he was physically persuading people in the black area.
The hot girl calmly approached the messenger and put her shoulders to his shoulders.
"I'm not bragging. Everyone comes to nightclubs for excitement, and they will definitely choose handsome guys, beautiful women and rich guys. The reason why I remember this guy is because he left a bad impression on me."
"You are a real person."
The messenger crossed his arms: "But can you talk about the important point first? I'm very busy."
"Look at how anxious you are."
The hot girl rolled her eyes at him and rubbed her thigh against the messenger gently: "You are so confident in asking for information even though you have refused my invitation tonight, is it really okay?"
The messenger tilted his body slightly: "I can also ask the bartender, it's just too troublesome."
After dilly-dallying for a while, she found that the messenger was still expressionless and completely unmoved.
Teasing is teasing, and seeing his attitude, the hot girl knew that enough was enough.
If he runs away, I don't know when I will meet such a handsome man again.
The hot girl gathered her emotions, relaxed her thighs and got back to the topic.
"Although everyone comes to nightclubs to have fun, it's not fun to be drugged inadvertently, so I often pay attention to drug dealers in bars."
When the hot girl mentioned the drug dealer, she looked unhappy: "The man with the butterfly tattoo on his arm came to this bar last Friday. At that time, he was looking for the drug dealer to buy something, so I paid special attention to it."
In bars and nightclubs, which are more open places for fun, you should always be wary of people wearing sportswear and sneakers, regardless of gender.
Because there is a high probability that they are retail vendors selling powerful sleeping drugs such as triazolam, and some even sell gamma hydroxybutyric acid.
The selling price of these things in bars is a little more expensive than those sold outside, but the advantage is that they are close to the customer market, and they can be purchased and used immediately, so the demand is not small.
If you don’t want to be raped in a daze, and you see customers and people in sportswear going to the bathroom mysteriously, you should be extremely vigilant.
Both men and women should pay attention to the above. With the development of the times, there are more and more gangsters in bars.
The hot girl said in an uncertain tone: "This is not the first time that person has come here to buy medicine. He has come here at least three or four times. Let me think about it...the earliest time was probably more than two months ago?"
The hot girl didn't come to the bar every day to dance, so she wasn't sure if the tattooed man had been to this bar earlier.
The messenger asked: "Do you have any pictures of the drug dealer?"
"Who would take pictures of that kind of person if they have nothing to do?"
The hot girl looked like she had drank a bottle of Wahaha with soy sauce, and her expression was very disgusting: "He is very recognizable. He has a pair of protruding ears, a bald patch of skin on the back of his head, and a front tooth is missing from his mouth."
After talking about the drug dealer's physical characteristics, the hot girl kept staring at the messenger in order to get the drug dealer's stinky face out of her mind, hoping that he would praise her.
But he was busy remembering whether he had seen such a person in the bar just now, and all the hot girl's flirtatious eyes were thrown into the air.
Seeing that the messenger kept his head down in thought, the hot girl kicked him in the calf out of anger.
"Hey, I'm violating the taboo of telling you so many things, don't you have nothing to say?"
"Well, thank you. I have something else to do next, so I won't interrupt your disco. Let's talk later."
As soon as the desired information was obtained, the messenger immediately turned around and left, even more ruthless than the scumbag who pulled up his pants in the morning.
The hot girl shouted behind him: "Fuck, you just left like that? Are you still a man? You must be a gangster! Hey!"
The hot girl watched helplessly as the messenger left, leaving neatly and without any sloppiness.
"Forget it, I left my contact information anyway. It would be a pity for such a handsome man to give up without coming back."
The hot girl comforted herself while returning to her little group.
As soon as she came back, a little sister said to her: "Hey, why are you back? I see you guys were having a great time chatting. You also smoked cigarettes and ran to the bathroom."
Another little sister also joked: "Are you too impatient and scared people away?"
"Don't mention it. That guy is either frigid or a gangster. He doesn't react at all."
The hot girl went to the bar and ordered another beer. The half-cup she had not finished before was pushed aside: "I guess he might be a bounty hunter or a reporter."
"No way? Then what did he ask you?"
When the little sisters heard this, their thoughts of gossip were instantly aroused, and they came over one by one.
"I just asked casually if there was a lot of traffic here. I just said a few perfunctory words and he left."
A hot girl is not a fool, she knows what to say and what not to say.
If something happened to the drug dealer and he heard that he had leaked the news, it would be troublesome to bring someone to his door.
"Good guy, you know he might be a bounty hunter but you still dare to have an affair with him? Aren't you afraid that your brother will deal with you?"
The hot girl took a big sip of beer, wiped her mouth and said: "Since you are pursuing excitement, then follow through to the end. Besides, this is just my guess. He may not really be a bounty hunter, and my brother is better. Trouble me over such a trivial matter."
"That's true. It would be more exciting for this kind of handsome man to have a special identity."
The little sisters nodded in agreement with this statement.
"Do you want your phone number? Share it with us."
After some simple teasing, the person who spoke first, Tu Qiong Ding saw, maliciously raised the issue they cared about most.
With the first person eating crabs, the remaining two people followed suit.
"Since you didn't succeed, why not let us try? After you succeed, we can help you in turn."
"That's it, don't eat alone. You can't do it alone. Maybe if we work together, people will agree?"
Looking at this group of plastic sisters who were chirping and wanting to get the fruits of their labor for free, the hot girl was very angry: "Guanggunguan, everyone knows that they can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor. If you have the ability, go and get it yourself!"
The hot girl's tone was very firm, no matter how many people tried to please her, it would be useless.
"Tch, if you don't give it, I won't give it."
"Where are people going?"
"I see he brought a baby bird with him. Maybe he is a g-bird."
Seeing that the prostitution was hopeless, everyone ate lemons one after another, and each of them offered their sincere "blessings". The hot girl was so angry that her teeth were itching.
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Outside the bar, the courier carried Jin Pingan, whose face was red, back to the car.
Jin Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Aren't we looking for Zhang Yan? Why are we back in the car?"
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