Chapter 458 Make a deal (22)
Boom~
The dark sky was covered with dark clouds, rumbling thunders swept through the clouds, and dazzling electric lights flashed, the entire night sky seemed to collapse at any moment.
Soon, pea-sized raindrops fell, and a majestic heavy rain was coming to the city of Newlay in America.
Newlay has a population of more than 20 million. It is the largest city in America and the financial center of the world.
This international metropolis can be regarded as a symbol of America. Countless people have fallen here, and many people have realized their dreams here, constantly attracting more people to come here.
Nights in Newlay City are never peaceful. Police sirens sound from time to time in the bustling streets with neon lights, and people are in a hurry.
On a street in the Manton district, an orange-painted taxi rolled over a puddle on the ground and splashed a little bit of water, and then stopped at the door of a nightclub with a "creak".
"Sir, your destination has arrived."
The old black driver turned his head and showed his white teeth to Zuo Yi who was sitting in the back seat: "Sixty-seven yuan."
Zuo Yi handed over a hundred-dollar bill: "You don't need to look for it."
Old Hei took the banknote and looked at the anti-counterfeiting mark, and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you sir, I wish you a pleasant night."
Zuo Yi nodded, opened the door and got out of the car.
The rain just stopped.
The road was still wet, and there was already a long queue on the sidewalk in front of the nightclub. Most of the people in the queue were young people. They were wearing all kinds of exotic clothes, covered with fashion labels, and there were many flirtatious people in scantily clad clothes. woman.
Two tower-like strong men guarded the door expressionlessly, until someone came out from inside before stamping and letting them in.
Zuo Yi looked up at the neon sign hanging above. The four English words "Duke" on it were particularly eye-catching.
Duke Club, this nightclub located in the Manton district of Newleigh, is very famous in the American inner world. It welcomes all extraordinary people to visit and provides all-round enjoyment.
The owner of the club, Duke Leslie, is on the list provided by the Tarot Club, a ring wearer of the Council of True Knowledge.
But the evidence held by the Tarot Club is not enough to testify against him, and the Leslie family is well-known in Nullah, and its influence is very large.
The Tarot Society has always suspected that the Duke Club was used by the Council of Truth to recruit new blood. They tried to drive a nail into it to obtain information, but after the spy went in, there was no news.
Zuo Yi went straight to the door of the club.
A janitor said in a deep voice: "Boy, go to the back and line up."
"I don't think I need to."
Zuo Yi stretched out his right hand to him, holding a coin in his palm, which melted into a ball of metallic liquid under the gaze of the other party.
"Sir please..."
The ferocious gatekeeper immediately changed his expression. He opened the door respectfully, bent down and made an invitation gesture.
The Duke Club welcomes all extraordinary people. If he dares to reject Zuo Yi, he will definitely not see the sun of tomorrow.
"thanks."
Zuo Yi gave a big bill as a tip, and walked into the club under the envious eyes of others.
Through a very short corridor, the stained glass door in front opened automatically, and suddenly a wave of sound and heat rushed towards us!
The scale of this nightclub is super large. The main hall has an area of ??several thousand square meters, and there are three floors in total. The interior decoration style is radical, full of avant-garde and heavy metal flavors.
Young men and women gathered around the front of the stage. Amidst the passionate music and the roar of the DJ, they followed the girl above and twisted their bodies desperately. The colorful lasers swept across the audience chaotically, reflecting a scene of extreme hustle and bustle. .
In such an environment, it is difficult for ordinary people to control their emotions, and they will involuntarily follow the "high".
Zuo Yi noticed that some tattooed teenagers were selling contraband among the crowd, and there was a weird smell in the air.
He glanced left and right, then squeezed in front of the bar.
The bar here is very long, and five or six bartenders are busy making drinks for the guests.
Zuo Yi found an empty seat and sat down. He casually dropped a big bill on the bar counter, and said to the bartender in front, "Give me a drink that you are good at."
The bartender put away the banknotes skillfully, smiled and said, "Please wait a moment."
The bartender quickly made a blood-red cocktail for Zuo Yi, and handed it out respectfully: "Flaming Hell."
Zuo Yi took a sip, nodded and said, "Not bad."
The bartender was a little proud: "I created this myself. Most people can only have one drink at most."
In nightclubs and bars in Newleigh, a bartender can't get along if he doesn't have some housekeeping skills.
Zuo Yi smiled.
The bartender tentatively asked, "Are you Korean?"
Zuo Yi shook his head: "No."
The bartender immediately said with certainty: "Then you must be from Daxia!"
Zuo Yi was a little curious: "Why not from Dongying?"
For these Europeans and Americans, Asians, especially people from the three East Asian countries belong to the same face, and they cannot tell the specific nationality at all.
The bartender smiled and said, "I have never seen a Dongying person as tall as you."
Zuo Yi laughed dumbfoundedly.
The bartender was quite interesting. He dropped another big bill and asked, "Has your boss come tonight?"
According to the information of the Tarot Society, if there is nothing else, Duke Leslie will basically stay in the club to have fun.
The banknote disappeared on the counter in an instant, the bartender pointed to the upstairs and said: "The boss is on the third floor, but..."
He kindly advised: "There are many people who come here to find our boss, but few are qualified to talk to him, and if you make him unhappy, you will definitely regret it."
"thanks."
Zuo Yi raised his wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and then walked towards the next stairs.
The bartender put away the empty glass, looked at Zuo Yi's back and shook his head.
He is not very optimistic about Zuo Yi.
Because the Duke doesn’t like Daxia people, he has already warned him just now, if Zuo Yi doesn’t listen, then he doesn’t care about his business.
Zuo Yi came to the second floor smoothly, but he was stopped by the stairs leading to the third floor.
The man in a suit wearing sunglasses said coldly: "You can't go up there."
"I heard that your boss is looking for this..."
Zuo Yi flipped his wrist, showing a gold medal for avoiding death: "I'm here to make a deal with him."
The man in the suit stared at the gold medal and frowned, a little hesitant.
Zuo Yi handed over the gold medal: "Show it to your boss, I believe he will meet me."
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