C1 Trade in the Euphoria Sect 1

In the City M of March, the night fell, and the bright neon lights lit up the night.

The Great Fun was known as the 'Heavenly World', and it was the largest entertainment city in the City M. Not only were there music rooms, clubs, bars, and football clubs in the city, but there were also first-rate underground casinos. Of course, the facilities here were also very luxurious and expensive. The main hosts were all wealthy tycoons and tycoons.

In the private room on the second floor, Du Qiwen sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and shook the wine glass in his hand. The bright red liquid mixed with the light slipped into his mouth. "How is it? Is the amount of money correct?"

Xue Mi sat in the corner of the sofa, nervously counting the money in the leather envelope. After a long time, she arranged the money and the envelope and put them in her one-shoulder bag. Then, she tightly held the one-shoulder bag in her arms.

"Brother Qi, are you really not going to hurt my friend?"

"Of course it's true." Du Qiwen sat up slightly, took the bottle of wine from the coffee table, and gave himself half a cup of wine. He also took an empty cup and half a cup of wine.

"Come, cheers for our happy cooperation."

Xue Mi swallowed her saliva and stared at the wine that Du Qiwen handed over. Happy cooperation? Yes, with this money, she could help her brother pay those gambling debts. But, Xuanyao, she...

The lobby downstairs was filled with people. On the gorgeous stage, a group of beauties in bikinis were dancing. Their seductive dance, their charming eyes were filled with fiery light. The hot kisses they threw out from time to time caused countless men below the stage to scream.

The small glass round table was surrounded by four tall chairs. "Huuu ~ ~ ~" Ding Xuanyao fell onto the chair and pulled the collar of her coat outwards. After the torment just now, coupled with the hot air in the room, it was really a bit hot.

Ding Xuanyao's pale hands fanned her cheeks. She looked left and right, and just now, she was only focused on watching the show. She forgot to ask for a glass of ice water at the bar counter. Just as she was hesitating whether she should go to the crowd again and buy a cup of ice water, a male waiter with a black tie was holding a tray with a glass of orange juice on it. He walked to her side.

"Miss, your drink"

Ding Xuanyao was stunned and stared at the orange juice. "I haven't ordered it."

The male waiter smiled. "It's free. You'll get it when you come in."

"Oh, thank you." Ding Xuanyao politely replied with a smile. It really suited her needs now. Her back and neck were already sweating.

After the male waiter left, Ding Xuanyao impatiently picked up the cup. The cold feeling instantly spread out from her palm. Just as the pink little mouth was about to drink the orange juice, a figure poured it over. It almost knocked over her orange juice...

"Brother Qi, then my friend..."

The silent room could not hear the deafening heavy metal music outside. Xue Mi took the wine glass with both hands and asked carefully. She knew very well that this seemingly gentle man in front of her was not someone she could afford to offend.

"Don't worry. I just want to confirm one thing. After I have a satisfactory answer, naturally, I will send your friend back. He will definitely be safe and sound. " Du Qiwen's voice was very gentle. His skin was very fair, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He blocked all the emotions in his eyes, and only gave off a scholarly feeling.

"On the contrary, if Miss Xue Mi accidentally leaks out what happened today, then not only will this 200,000 yuan be lost, your brother's life and your little life will also be lost."

Xue Mi shivered. The little bit of fantasy she had about him had long been deterred. She really did not want to believe that he, who had a gentle and refined appearance, could say such shocking words. She did not know what Du Qiwen wanted to confirm on Ding Xuanyao. Ding Xuanyao was just an ordinary second-year student who could not be any more ordinary. What exactly was it that made these people spend so much effort on it.

"Sorry, little sister." A slightly hoarse male voice sounded.

Ding Xuanyao put down the cup and wiped the juice off the back of her hand. She cast a sidelong glance at the man who almost knocked her over with orange juice. "It's nothing."