"Go with peace of mind, brother. Tang Ya and I will be optimistic about Dean in the next six months."
The giant Jacob put his arm around the boy's shoulders and stood with Tang Ya on the roadside outside the courtyard. He waved to the big Indian man in a black leather jacket on the motorcycle. The warm morning light showed no trace of color on the three people's faces. Abandon.
For Dean, in just a few days, his uncle has really helped him a lot, including daily necessities, psychological guidance, and especially combat training. If he stayed for a while, he would be able to enjoy the pain every night. Happy fighting increases speed.
It is worth mentioning that after the fighting upgrade last night, the upgrade efficiency dropped sharply. After sparring with Paqui at full strength, he could only gain 1 point of proficiency in an hour...
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"Boy, don't forget what I said," Paquet, who was sitting astride the motorcycle, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "Stop being a coward who lets others bully you."
"If you need money, ask Jacob for it."
"Don't miss your wrestling training, wait until I come back to check."
"If you don't train hard, don't blame me for beating you to pieces!"
"gone!"
"Take care, Paqui!" Dean shouted, waving to him.
Boom——
Paquet put on his helmet and turned the handlebars. The exhaust pipe made a loud roar, and then the entire motorcycle rushed out like an arrow and disappeared at the end of the block in the blink of an eye.
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"My child, don't be sad." Tang Ya said lovingly, "Go to your aunt's house and try the freshly baked apple pie."
"Don't torture this kid with sweets. Let's have another barbecue tonight?" Jacob rubbed Dean's short hair with his thick hands.
Dean was thinking about how to refuse, when a black pickup truck suddenly drove up from the other end of the long street, stretched out the window with one hand and waved at him.
"My friend is here. I made an appointment with him to go out to play today. He will come very late. You don't have to worry about me!"
…
"I had a good rest last night." Rust glanced at his friend's face, turned the steering wheel, and the car slowly turned around, "What should I say now?"
"Today is Saturday, and Disco Barca is open during the day. I want to go and see it again."
"Yeah. By the way, Dean, guess who I just saw on the road?" Rust looked straight ahead, with a hint of undetectable envy on his side face.
When Dean saw this, he immediately had an idea in his mind.
"I remember you said there was a birthday party at the villa on the top of the mountain in Mon Carlo over the weekend... It must be Bob's group."
"I can't hide anything from you. A dozen bastards from the baseball team, along with a group of cheerleading girls, rode in Bob's red Ferrari...Tsk, tsk, and went to the city center as lively as a holiday. There was probably going to be a big show. Purchasing, there will be another sleepless night in his villa tonight."
"Man, you can go if you want." Dean said sincerely, "I can handle it all by myself."
Rust shook his head,
"Have you forgotten, we are a detective duo, best partners, advance and retreat together, let Bob go to hell! Think carefully about how to enter the dance hall and get the surveillance video!"
…
It was almost nine o'clock in the morning when the two arrived at the long street.
During the day, the door of Barka Disco was open, and the bodyguard at the door was still the same black and white man who was neither hot nor cold last night.
"Why don't you first apply for a fake driver's license of sufficient age?" Rust suggested with great imagination.
Dean immediately rejected it.
"There's no need to make it so complicated. When a guest comes to the ballroom later, let's bribe him first and let him enter the ballroom and open the back door so we can slip in."
So the two of them waited across the street. Since there were very few customers during the day, they ate the wasabi salmon sushi prepared by Rust's mother.
"Last, is Grace really just a hotel lobby manager?" Dean didn't like raw food, but he couldn't refuse his friend's hospitality, so he reluctantly ate a piece, "Why do I feel that your family's food and clothing expenses are higher than Do kids from rich families usually live in luxury?"
"Well... Grace does a very good job. She works overtime every day. The big boss of the hotel often gives her bonuses... Well..." Rust chewed with enjoyment, his eyes narrowed to half a moon, "Besides, my father's pension is still left. Some more? Anyway, don’t be polite to me.”
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The two of them were observing furtively, and at a certain moment they moved their noses at the same time.
Dean looked up.
A homeless man in rags was walking slowly across the road.
He was of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with a full beard. It was hard to tell how old he was. He was eating a hot dog. A sudden gust of wind blew his tattered khaki coat and his black hair into clumps. The beard swayed violently.
Suddenly, the smell of sweat from not taking a bath for a long time and the rancid smell of fermented food residues in his hair came from his body.
Dean wrinkled his nose and quietly tensed his body to block Rust.
"Good morning, both of you. Don't be nervous. I'm Taimu. I don't mean any harm. I've been watching you for a long time. You want to enter Barka Disco, but you're not old enough, right? I can help you get in!"
The homeless man explained his purpose straightforwardly with a hoarse and magnetic voice that was comparable to a bass. Next to the black eye mask, the one eye slowly swept over the two people. The light was frighteningly bright, as if he could see through the hearts of the two people.
Dean was inexplicably nervous.
"You, help us in?" Rust looked up and down at the extremely sloppy homeless man, with a face full of resistance, "You are a drunkard, you don't even have decent clothes, the bodyguard will let you in?"
Are you afraid that you will be kicked out directly?
"Haha, rich people spend money, and tramps have their own secret recipe for tramps. I'm just doing it." Old Taimu grinned. His thick black beard and one eye made his smile look sinister and ferocious. .
Dean looked carefully and confirmed that this guy was the drunk beggar lying next to the trash can last night.
"Okay, Old Taimu, there is no free lunch in the world. Whatever you want, we are just ordinary students with no money."
"Old Taimu's request is very simple. After entering, you can treat me to a glass of whiskey, a glass of rum, a glass of vodka... and then accompany Old Taimu to a good disco. The total cost is less than twenty dollars."
"Is it that simple?" Dean and Rust exchanged a look, with question marks written all over their faces.
A strange homeless man suddenly came over to show his kindness to them.
No one can accept it immediately.
"I'll just earn some wine and you won't lose anything if you can't get in! If you really don't want to, I'll leave immediately!"
Taim could see the worry between the two and shrugged casually.
Dean rubbed his fists and warned,
"Man, if you look at our young age and take advantage of us, my fist will not spare you!"
"I know the boss of the motorcycle gang," Rust said harshly with a tender face, "If you dare to lie to people, you won't be able to live in Vegas in the future!"
"You two, don't be so grumpy. My old bones can't withstand a few punches, but Old Taimu never lies to others, especially warm-hearted good people like you. Follow me, and you will naturally know if it is true or false. clear."
As he spoke, Tai turned around and walked slowly towards the door of the dance hall. As he walked, he hummed to the music and shook his shoulders, flicked his wrists, and stepped left and right, as if he was dancing to disco to non-existent music.
Is this guy reliable?
Dean and Rust exchanged a look.
He followed hesitantly.
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What happened next overturned Dean and Rust's imagination.
The tramp staggered to the door of the dance hall and whispered something to the two bodyguards, but they did not hear clearly.
They saw the bodyguard standing there stupidly, looking intently at the street in front of him, and let the three of them enter as if they were under a restraining spell.
As soon as the light dimmed, the three of them walked through the stuffy red-carpeted corridor and entered the spacious hall. A strong blast of air-conditioned air hit their faces. Dean felt as if he had suddenly entered winter, and his whole body shivered.
He looked around. There was a dance floor in the center of the first floor. On the left was a bar filled with wine cabinets. The bartenders were quietly wiping bottles. On the right were tables, chairs and private rooms for relaxing.
In broad daylight, the dance hall's business was bleak. There were only six good-looking young people on the dance floor, three men and three women, dancing.
Dean guessed that he was a student from a certain dance department, and few people came to practice during the day.
The boys all wore black shirts and bell-bottoms, and the girls wore tight vests and sexy short skirts that exposed their long legs. In line with the music, they twisted one-on-one on the dance floor with enchanting and dynamic postures, full of enthusiasm and vitality. .
The familiar disco sound grew louder and louder, echoing through the halls.
One way ticket
One way ticket to the blue
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The spherical lights on the ceiling are constantly rotating, emitting colorful and dazzling lights.
It showed the glistening sweat on the faces of the six people on the dance floor,
The shaking made the two rookies Dean and Rust look confused.
Dean had never been to a dance hall in his entire life. He thought it was too noisy and noisy.
But it felt surprisingly good when I came here for the first time.
"Well, I want to relax too?"
Rust, who has always been conservative and timid, was attracted by the atmosphere, humming the music and shaking his shoulders, his face full of excitement.
If you can't go to Bob's house for a party in the evening, a daytime disco would be nice.
"Don't worry about dancing." The homeless man waved to them at the bar next to the hall and grinned at the bartender. "They pay for a glass each of rum, vodka, and whiskey."
"It's the same three cups!"
Rust sat down on Taim's left hand, a strange blush flashing across his cheeks.
"Two drinks, I don't drink." Dean sat on his right hand, keeping his principles in mind.
The bartender glanced at the three faces questioningly - how did a slovenly beggar and two teenagers get in.
Did the bodyguard at the door fall asleep standing there?
But he was a bartender with professional ethics, and he honestly took out the bottle from the wine cabinet behind him.
Bo.
Three acrobatic wrist flicks of the bottle.
Crash.
A full glass of pale yellow whiskey arrived.
Taimu grabbed it, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.
"Burp... it just tastes like this... even if you drink it a hundred times... how can a man not drink?" Old Tam looked at Dean regretfully, "Without it, life will become dull and tasteless."
Dean smiled. He was not here to dance and drink. Business was more important, so he warned,
"More than 100,000 people die every year from alcoholism and alcohol-related complications..."
"Stop! Dean, this is a dance hall, a place to have fun, don't say those spoiling things!" Rust's eyes widened in displeasure, and he got a little emotional, "Can't we just have fun all day long?"
"That's right, don't let us fall out with you."
The tramp raised his glass to the little man next to him, and Rust was like a bird escaping from his cage, eager to raise his glass.
Gulu gulu!
Swallow!
Alcohol irritates the throat!
puff!
Rust instantly turned into a jet, and the whiskey created a dazzling waterfall in mid-air, spraying all over Taimu's face.
Rust's cheeks were red from shame and intoxication, and Tam wiped the wine stains from his beard without hesitation.
"Impatient young man, whiskey is like life. Only when you sip slowly and slowly can it exude a unique flavor in your mouth, and only then can you appreciate its splendor."
Dean shook his head at this.
"You guys talk first...I'm going to do something."
In the northwest corner of the ballroom, the stairs lead to the dark second floor. As expected, the control room is above that.
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