mtl008 Chapter 57 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 31
Chapter 57 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 31
Wen Zhao took the newspaper without understanding why, and his expression changed several times.
"A young man who isn't a bit of a playboy isn't a real man," he said, crumpling the newspaper into a ball and forcing a smile.
Seeing that everyone else was about to explode, Nakamura forced himself to remain calm, his expression becoming increasingly pleased.
He patted Wen Zhao on the shoulder, a half-smile on his face: "How about we go out and have some fun tonight?"
Wen Zhao's expression changed, and he forced a dry laugh, "No, the weather's getting cold, my body can't take the strain."
Seeing his cowardly appearance, Nakamura laughed a few times and strode away, his translator carrying a gift box from driver Wen Zhao that he had somehow managed to slip into his hand.
Just kidding, he's busy tonight and doesn't have time to tease a Chinese person.
After everyone left, Wen Zhao unfolded the crumpled newspaper again, looked at it for a while, then beckoned someone over and whispered a few words to him.
It was getting dark.
Wen Zhao picked up Ling Yi and they went out. The two then went to a safe house and changed their clothes.
When they came out again, Wen Zhao was wearing the clothes that nightclub waiters usually wore, while Ling Yi was wearing a dancer's cheongsam and had red lipstick on.
Ling Yi blew a kiss to the inexperienced young waiter and then twisted her waist to leave Wen Zhao's sight.
When Wen Zhao saw his lover changing clothes for the first time, he took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Today's matter is of utmost importance; success is the only option, failure is not an option.
When Ito's car stopped in front of the cabaret, Wen Zhao also climbed out the window, blending into the chaotic environment like a drop of water.
At the same time, a strange dancer from who-knows-where also came to the dance hall to steal jobs.
The unfamiliar face quickly attracted the attention of several resident dancers, and under their scrutiny, the dancer not only did not restrain herself, but instead intensified her seduction of customers!
Pooh!
Shameless!
When someone gave the woman a few banknotes as a reward, one of the dancers couldn't help but step forward and argue.
Surrounded by a group of women, Ling Yi put her hands on her hips and stared back defiantly.
"Pah! What does my inability to keep an eye on my man have to do with me?"
"Disrupt the event? I'm here to disrupt the event today! Get your manager out here and make her explain what happened the other day when this girl stole my boyfriend!"
Amidst the arguing, the girl's shrill voice and loud tone quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding guests.
The foreman, who had been holed up in one place, also came to quell the rebellion with great momentum.
The moment Ling Yi saw her approaching, her eyes darted around, and she snatched the tray from the waiter's hand and slammed it down hard.
In an instant, shards of glass and spilled liquor littered the ground, clearing a space.
Ling Yi leaned against the pillar behind her, crying loudly and clearly saying strange things like bullying people and being utterly heartless.
The commotion quickly reached the upstairs area, and the security guards outside the private room, hearing the woman's shrill voice, couldn't help but curse, "Baka!"
Killing these Chinese people would not make up for ruining Mr. Ito's mood!
"Go tell the people downstairs to shut up!" The leader of the six security guards glanced menacingly at the people downstairs and gave the order in a cold voice.
Two of them quickly stood up and hurried downstairs.
Ling Yi caught a glimpse of the two people out of the corner of her eye and breathed a sigh of relief.
After the two people are separated, a slight gap will appear in the airtight security of the private room, and the success rate of Wen Zhao's operation will be much greater.
"Stop! What are you doing!" Just as the two security guards left, a waiter pushing a food cart came over.
Upon seeing this, several security guards immediately surrounded the person.
"Sir!" The waiter, terrified by the scene, turned pale and stammered, "Sake, sashimi!"
He gave a thumbs up: "Great, the manager wants it delivered!"
The group glanced at the waiter in the loose-fitting suit, then at the unobstructed food cart, and turned away.
After bowing and scraping his head in thanks, Wen Zhao gently pushed open the door.
As soon as the door opened, the fifty-year-old man who had become infatuated with the dancer came into view.
Surprisingly, there were acquaintances with the old man.
Who else could it be but Nakamura-kun?
Wen Zhao's heart tightened the moment he saw Nakamura. Even though he considered himself a master of disguise, he couldn't be 100% sure that Nakamura wouldn't recognize him.
Wen Zhao quietly pushed the food cart in and calmly placed plates of sashimi on the table, when only two bottles of sake remained.
He pulled out a pistol hidden in a compartment, then turned around with lightning speed and fired a bullet into Ito's head and heart.
Two gunshots rang out, instantly shattering the cheerful atmosphere in the room and eliciting screams.
Security guards outside rushed in immediately.
He threw the food cart towards the door to block them for a moment, then looked at Nakamura, who was protecting his comrade in front of him, emptied the bullets from his magazine, and jumped out of the window into the corridor.
The moment the gunshot rang out, the two security guards downstairs changed their expressions and rushed upstairs.
Two gunshots stopped them in their tracks. Seeing the two people lying on the ground, Ling Yi quickly threw her heavy little handbag towards the crowd.
In an instant, a large amount of smoke and a pungent smell filled the crowded hall, making the crowd even more chaotic.
"There's a bomb!" In the chaos, Ling Yi screamed, detonating two explosive charges that made a lot of noise but produced little effect.
While fleeing down the corridor, Wen Zhao threw a grenade as he passed the security room where security guards changed shifts.
boom!
Flames and wood chips flew behind him, making the man's figure appear even more ghostly.
The panicked crowd became their best protection. When they left the dance hall, the commotion inside had not yet subsided, and only the impotent rage of the Japanese gunfire echoed through the air.
The two quickly darted into the alley, disappearing into the night after many twists and turns.
After changing safe houses three or four times, Wen Zhao, dressed in a suit and tie, and Ling Yi, wearing an old-fashioned long dress, strolled leisurely in his car and headed towards the Western restaurant.
Led by the waiter, Ling Yi hooked her arm around Wen Zhao's and headed towards their reserved seats, a faint blush on her face: "I don't understand any of this stuff, what did you bring me here for?"
Wen Zhao patted her back and smiled indulgently: "It's all food for people, what's there to not understand?"
"If you can't use a fork, use chopsticks. If you don't like it medium-rare, eat it well-done. With me here, who dares to say anything to you?"
His voice wasn't quiet, drawing the attention of those around him.
Where did this country bumpkin come from?
Do you understand what Western etiquette is? Do you understand what romance is?
If you're someone who enjoys eating peony-like food, don't come here for Western cuisine!
A series of disdainful glances were cast at them, but they instantly withdrew when they met Wen Zhao's arrogant and domineering face.
So this is the country bumpkin. I can't mess with him!
Wen Zhao swept the room around, and seeing that no one dared to question his words, he hummed with satisfaction.