boyutpedia Chapter 99 is for viewing only, not for consumption; that comes at a different price.
Chapter 99 is for viewing only, not for consumption; that comes at a different price.
The air on the third floor was a few degrees colder than the air below.
If the second floor is a decadent den of debauchery, then this floor is more like a gladiatorial arena disguised in the guise of civilization.
The interior design style here has changed abruptly, with the original warm and luxurious color scheme replaced by large areas of cool black and gold.
The carpet was so thick it felt like stepping on rotting moss; every step made you sink in and feel uneasy.
It was very quiet all around.
There were no annoying electronic sounds from slot machines, nor the hysterical shouts of gamblers. Only the occasional clinking of chips, crisp as if bones were breaking.
Dozens of gambling tables were scattered throughout the large hall. There weren't many people sitting there, but each one looked formidable.
Some wore the distinctive grass-green military uniforms of the local warlords, with gilded pistols tucked into their waistbands; others, though dressed in suits, couldn't hide their bandit-like air, with a uniform group of mercenary bodyguards standing behind them.
When Uncle Nine led Qi Tongwei and Ye Cunxin into this area, countless gazes, like sharks smelling blood, instantly surrounded them.
Especially when their gazes fell upon Ye Cunxin, they became naked and greedy.
Her red dress was as fiery as fire, and her skin as white as snow.
In this space filled with only the lifeless colors of black, white, and gray, Ye Cunxin was like a sudden burst of flame, making the throats of these men who had been living on the edge for years dry.
"Gentlemen, this is our VIP area." Uncle Nine stopped and stepped aside to make way for him, the smile on his old face more like a grimace. "The boss is already waiting inside."
After saying that, the old fox actually took two steps back, clearly not wanting to get involved in what was to come.
Qi Tongwei ignored Uncle Jiu's little actions; his gaze was like a scalpel, quickly and accurately dissecting the layout of the entire space.
There are hidden sentries in all four corners, and the surveillance cameras on the ceiling are military-grade, with no blind spots.
More importantly, everyone here has a weapon.
"This place looks gloomy, I don't like it." Ye Cunxin pouted, stomped her feet on the ground with her red-soled high heels, and looked disgusted.
She was practically clinging to Qi Tongwei. Her high-slit red dress slid back with her movements, revealing a large expanse of dazzlingly white thigh skin. Under the spotlight overhead, her delicate skin shone with a warm, ivory-like sheen, and even the faint pink tinge around her knees was clearly visible.
The men around him, who were smoking cigars, stared wide-eyed, forgetting to even look at the cards in their hands.
"Stop fooling around." Qi Tongwei reached out and put his arm around her waist, his palm gently caressing the smooth silk fabric. "Since we're here, let's make the best of it. Since someone wants to treat us, how can we refuse?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Cunxin suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"ah--"
Her body suddenly swayed, and her ten-centimeter-high stiletto heel seemed to step on a wrinkle in the carpet. She lost her balance and fell limply into Qi Tongwei's arms.
Qi Tongwei reacted quickly, reaching down with his large hand to firmly support her buttocks.
This pose is extremely ambiguous.
Ye Cunxin's two fair arms wrapped around his neck, her exquisite and beautiful face almost touching his ear. Her wavy hair exuded a captivating fragrance that wafted into his nose.
"Honey, I sprained my ankle, it hurts." She whined sweetly, her voice so soft and sweet it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it.
But in the instant their bodies pressed together, Qi Tongwei felt her lips lightly touch his earlobe, and a very low, quick whisper entered his ear:
"At the three o'clock position, at the bar, that bartender is an Interpol informant, codenamed 'Rattlesnake'."
Qi Tongwei's expression remained unchanged. The large hand that was supporting her even pinched her amazing elasticity as if punishing her, teasingly saying, "So delicate, I'll rub it for you when we get back."
At the same time, his seemingly casual eyes, while adjusting his collar, swept towards the three o'clock position.
There's a semi-circular bar there.
A young bartender in a vest was wiping glasses with his head down. He looked very focused, even a little wooden.
[Insight into People's Hearts - Full Openness]
The moment his gaze locked on Qi Tongwei, an intense, almost tangible emotional response crashed into his mind.
fear.
Extreme fear.
That wasn't the panic of an ordinary person facing danger, but a despair born from a deep-seated knowledge that death was imminent, a despair that made even the soul tremble. The bartender's knuckles were already white, his movements as he wiped the glasses were mechanical and stiff, and every few seconds, his Adam's apple would bob violently, as if he were swallowing bile that was about to rise.
He was trembling.
Despite her best efforts to control it, her legs were still swaying inside her trousers.
Qi Tongwei knew exactly what was going on.
This is not a living person.
This informant has already been exposed; now he's just bait placed on the table, or rather, a sacrificial lamb that the mastermind is preparing to sacrifice.
"Looks like there's more tonight than just gambling." Qi Tongwei helped Ye Cunxin sit up and whispered in her ear, "That snake isn't poisonous anymore, don't touch it."
Ye Cunxin's eyes flickered slightly; the clever girl immediately understood the metaphor.
Just then, a burst of applause broke the eerie silence.
"Slap, slap, slap."
The applause was monotonous, arrogant, and exuded an air of conceit.
The carved wooden door facing the two slowly opened.
The first to emerge were four fully armed bodyguards, wearing black tactical vests and carrying MP7 submachine guns, the kind only special forces are equipped with. The muzzles of their guns were intentionally or unintentionally lowered, forming a standard crossfire network.
Immediately afterwards, a man came out.
Floral shirt, white trousers, and crocodile leather shoes so shiny they reflect your image.
He was probably in his early forties, lean and wiry, like a cheetah that roams the jungle year-round. Most striking was the black scorpion tattoo on his left cheek, its tail pointing high, the hook aimed directly at his eye, making his smile appear particularly menacing.
Scorpion, a drug lord in the Golden Triangle.
This is also one of the objectives of this mission.
"What a pair of star-crossed lovers." Scorpion held a glass of dark red liquid in his hand, it was hard to tell if it was red wine or something else. "They beat up my dog in my territory, and they can still swagger in like this, that's interesting."
His voice was hoarse and rough, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.
Those cloudy, yellowish eyes passed over Qi Tongwei and fixed directly on Ye Cunxin. That gaze was no longer simply lustful; it held the excitement and cruelty of someone seeing rare prey.
He was sizing up a piece of merchandise waiting to be sold, his gaze sweeping from her beautiful, peach-blossom-like face down to her long, straight, and shapely legs.
"Especially this rose." Scorpion stuck out his tongue and licked his slightly chapped lips. "It's awesome. I love these wild horses that look so hard to tame."
Qi Tongwei took half a step forward.
This half-step was taken casually, yet it perfectly cut off the scorpion's repulsive gaze.
His muscles taut silently beneath his suit, the tension of a predator poised to strike. If this scorpion dared to glance at him again, or utter another filthy word, Qi Tongwei was certain he could shove that wine glass down his throat in a fraction of a second.
"Boss, you flatter me." Qi Tongwei said calmly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger. "My woman has a bit of a temper, and I'm afraid she might hurt your hand."
"Hahaha!" Scorpion suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly. The laughter echoed in the empty hall, making people's eardrums hurt.
The surrounding gamblers also burst into laughter, but their laughter carried a hint of looking down on someone who was already dead.
The laughter stopped abruptly.