I Am In Marvel Chapter 520: Hellfire Club, White Queen and Lady
Caesar sat on the sofa in the club hall, sipping wine and collecting various intelligence.
After a while, he saw Colonel Hendry, holding a girl in each hand, and a girl wearing a plush cloak. In this kind of entertainment occasion, he was exposed and revealed a lot of beauty, but still showed the aura of a queen. Under the guidance of the woman present, he walked to one of the private rooms with curtains.
In the club hall, all the security guards subconsciously moved aside, not daring to stop the woman's progress. The regular customers who came often did not approach her to strike up a conversation. Although their eyes looked at the woman with **** and a desire to conquer, they were more of an unconcealable fear.
If you have an in-depth understanding of the Hellfire Club, you will know that the woman currently is the legendary boss behind the scenes. The Hellfire Club is loved by the upper class and is popular in black and white, so it is not an ordinary nightclub.
As the boss behind the club, a woman is naturally no ordinary high-end girl.
When she lowered the curtain of the private room, the White Queen's beautiful eyes swept across the bustling hall, and her eyes paused for a moment on Caesar. She frowned slightly, feeling as if she had seen him before somewhere, but she quickly lowered the curtain without leaving any trace.
"It's getting more and more interesting."
Caesar's eyes were lowered, his back was comfortably leaning on the back of the sofa, he raised his neck, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and flicked his fingers to the passing bartender, "Another glass of brandy."
"Yes, sir." The bartender took the cup respectfully.
At this moment, another young and **** girl walked into the door of the club hall.
The girl has long dark golden hair that reaches her waist, and her appearance is considered top-notch in a place where beauties gather. A good figure with a healthy wheat color gives people an eye-catching sense of déjà vu. She was also wearing a black and **** three-point style, but she was a little embarrassed to let go. She placed her hands on her lower abdomen slightly nervously, and stepped on the red carpet with her bare feet slightly on tiptoe.
The few middle-aged gentlemen who were still in the lobby moved slightly, rubbed their palms together, and quickly gathered around the girl like wolves smelling blood.
In the Hellfire Club, guests have the right to choose girls, but girls do not have the right to choose. Whoever makes the reservation first counts as his.
"That..."
The girl saw several people approaching her and couldn't help but shrink down. Just when she was about to find a reason to refuse, someone suddenly stepped forward and put his arms around her small, fat-free waist. When she exclaimed, she took it into her arms as a possession.
"Sorry, I made an appointment for this." Caesar held the newly replaced wine glass, hugged the girl and said with a smile.
The girl was stunned, her mind went blank, and she forgot to resist for a moment.
The other middle-aged gentlemen who were a step behind looked at the young man with a sense of robbery, and their elegant and gentle faces immediately froze
Caesar raised the corner of his mouth, hugged the girl and walked to the sofa, leaving behind a few middle-aged gentlemen with livid faces.
"Little brat!"
As a senior diplomat in Italy, Grieve was so angry that he went forward to have a theoretical confrontation with Caesar, but was stopped by two old friends who were traveling with him.
"Forget it, Griff, it's not good to cause trouble here."
"Yes. Give the Hellfire Club some face, wait until you get out of this door, and then slowly settle the matter."
Hearing his friend's advice, Griff stared at his eyes, blew his beard, and looked angrily at Caesar's retreating back, "Well, count him lucky."
Taking the girl to a corner, Caesar first sat down on the sofa, then pulled the girl down in his arms, and handed the shaking wine glass to her lips, "Come, drink with me."
"Ugh." The girl was still in a semi-stupefied state. She opened her lips obediently and took a sip of wine. Two blushes appeared on her fair cheeks.
Caesar kept smiling and continued to shake the glass. Looking at the lip marks remaining on the rim of the glass, he took a sip of the wine, smacked his lips and commented: "Not bad."
"You, you..."
The girl finally realized that she had been molested by a boy who was five years younger than her. She subconsciously wanted to break away from Caesar's arms, but Caesar hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear: " You're not a girl, are you?"
The girl's heart was filled with turmoil, and she no longer resisted, pretending to be confused and whispered: "What are you talking about?"
Caesar smiled, held her slender hand, leaned close to her earlobe and replied: "There is hard skin on the index finger of your right hand. Although it is not obvious, you can tell it by touching it. It feels inconsistent with the other smooth parts. Absolutely. This is probably because of the long-term use of guns."
"I've practiced self-defense, can't I?" The girl was still arrogant.
Caesar blinked and said: "Okay. But as a girl, your body is too clean. If you are inexperienced, I can teach you in the evening."
"You... little bastard."
Obviously she is much older, but she has been teased several times. The girl lost again. The boy in front of her is definitely an old fool. Despite this, she didn't show any panic. Since the young man knew that she was not a girl and still came to her rescue, it meant that the other party had no ill intentions.
"My name is Caesar, what about you, sister?" Caesar hugged the girl and continued to taste the wine.
"Maura. According to your age, you should call me sister."
Maura raised her head dissatisfied and glanced at Caesar angrily. However, at such a close distance, she finally saw his appearance clearly, and their noses were almost touching, which gave her an electric shock. Bounce outward.
Before she bounced a few centimeters away, Caesar pulled her into his arms again, "Be careful, the security here is watching."
"Damn it, I'll bear with you!"
Maura gritted her teeth. If the CIA training center found out, the female devil who had beaten down countless male agents was lying in the boy's arms as docile as a cat. Who knew what kind of sensation would be caused.
"Be good, that's right."
Caesar smiled faintly, "Now that we know each other, can you tell me your origin and purpose?"
"Of course not."
Maura refused decisively, and then hesitated, "Unless you help me distract the attention of the security guards in the hall...forget it, you can't do that either."
"Then it's settled."
Caesar suddenly let go of Maura and stood up from the sofa, which made Maura feel a little lost inexplicably~IndoMTL.com~In a trance, he saw Caesar walking straight towards the three Grifs who were still in the hall.
"What does he want to do?" Maura was stunned.
The three of Grif were drinking and chatting, looking for a new girl, when Caesar walked up to them. When Griff saw it was Caesar, before he could react, he suddenly received a heavy slap on the face.
‘Bah! ’
An extremely loud slap rang out in the Hellfire Club lobby, causing all the guests to cover their mouths in horror, and also attracted the attention of the security guard on duty.
"You, what are you doing!" Grif held the injured left cheek and looked at Caesar angrily, his red face quickly swelled up.
"It's nothing. I remember that you looked at me just now and I was very unhappy, so I slapped you to discourage you."
Caesar said it matter of course, and took out a white handkerchief and wiped the palm of his slap.
Griff's eyes were on fire and he said angrily: "Are you going out of your way to humiliate me? Do you know who I am?!"
"No, no, I'm not targeting you alone."
Caesar threw away the handkerchief and said calmly: "I mean you and the two people behind you are trash. They have stained my eyes. The trouble will disappear from my eyes immediately!"
As soon as these extremely arrogant words came out, the entire Hellfire Club hall was in an uproar.