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Chapter 43
Immediately afterwards, Jiang was politely invited into the box by the foreman.
The light in the box was a bit dim, and Jiang already blinked to see clearly what was going on.
There are naked women and men, as well as the coquettish Xiaoshou with her ass pouted, and the crooked man sitting on the booth.
The pungent smell of wine poured into the airway dully, mixed with a strange smell, it was hard to tell how filthy it was.
All knew was that Jiang regretted coming here.
Although it is impossible for him to ignore death, he should not put himself in danger because of Zhang Wen.
But fortunately, I sent a message to Wen Shiqing with a thick skin. Wen Shiqing still cares about his feet, so he should come to rescue him.
In fact, he was not sure, and he was more or less nervous because he didn't see Wen Shiqing's reply. After all, Wen Shiqing could pretend better than anyone else, and if he figured it out, he could go to heaven.
The door of the box was opened, and a person was pushed in, and those who were having fun were more or less attracted.
Seeing that he was a high-quality young man, many people winked at each other.
Almost in an instant, Jiang Ji felt the sights falling on him, coming from all directions in the box, like wolves and tigers, and they were about to tear him apart.
But he wasn't too scared, first he looked around and didn't see Zhang Wen.
Isn't Zhang Wen here?
His fingers subconsciously stuck to his trouser pocket, which contained a dagger he brought when he came out, for self-defense at critical moments.
"Where is Zhang Wen? I'm his friend." He didn't go over, and asked almost aimlessly, and he didn't know who he was asking.
The young man's voice was a little hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time. It didn't sound unpleasant, but it had a feeling of tickling on the apex of his heart. The scratching of the lower body of the thinking man sitting here made his heart itch and became even more interesting.
"Oh, Zhang Wen, I know that kid, so you are the friend he said." The man in a suit and leather shoes sitting in front put down his wine glass with great interest, and looked at Jiang Ji.
He looks about thirty years old, dressed like a successful person, looks like a dog, but the shrewdness in his eyes is not ordinary.
As for this man, Jiang Ji didn't know him. He searched the names in his memory, but couldn't match them, so he shouldn't be a character in the plot.
That's good, it seems that this little accident has nothing to do with him.
Jiang already quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and straightened his back even more: "Please tell me where my friend is, and I will take him back."
The boy's eyes were clear, with a sense of aura, like a deer wandering into the depths of the forest in a daze—a student, pure, good-looking, and thin.
Coincidentally, men have changed their taste recently and like this type.
He smiled, with gentle eyebrows: "Come to pick up your friend? That's kind, but I don't know where your friend is, but I can ask for you."
He lit a cigarette, tapped on the handrail, and glanced casually at the scene: "These are my buddies."
Jiang's scalp became numb for a moment. There is no free lunch in the world, and the other party is profitable.
"What conditions?"
"Smart," he snapped his fingers, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "It's nothing, but I drank alcohol today and can't drive, please trouble me...how do I call it?"
Jiang already bit the bullet: "Jiang."
"Oh, Mr. Xiao Jiang can just give me a ride." The man smiled, and he didn't know if it was because the lights in the box were too blinding. He somehow felt that Jiang looked familiar, but he didn't remember where he saw him.
But after thinking about it, he looks familiar even with his good looks.
Jiang Ji's tone became slightly colder: "That's fine, but I want to see my friend first to make sure he's safe."
The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, nodded in response, glanced at everyone present, and said lazily, "Which one of you is embarrassing his friend? Hurry up and send me here."
He has spoken, who else would dare to respond.
Immediately, a middle-aged man stood up tremblingly, a little embarrassed: "Mr. Lin, that question should be taken away by Lao Qu."
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