Before Bretta could react, Chu Xiang had already taken the bottle of whiskey worth five thousand contribution points and pushed him off the stage toward the masked man at the bar.
Chu Xiang raised an eyebrow and glanced at the man, who had an extraordinary air about him, was generous, and was masked. All sorts of people existed in the underground city; masked and helmeted individuals were common. Not wanting to cause trouble, she put her hand on Bryta's shoulder and whispered, "Tata, be smart." Then, she looked up, smiled, and pushed him towards her.
"Sir, would you like to drink this here, or would you like a booth?"
Lin Dao said calmly, "A booth, right in the lobby." Then, as if letting go, he reached out and pulled Bryta close, saying with a deep look, "Get me one like the ones behind those two just now, something comfortable."
Although Chu Xiang couldn't see the lower half of the man's face clearly, she could tell from his deep, dark eyes, prominent nose, and the air of someone who had always been in a position of power that he was no ordinary person. She paused for a moment, then remembered another man with an equally outstanding presence in the booth at the back of the dance hall. Her expression changed slightly, but she quickly composed herself and greeted him with a smile, "No problem, come on, come on, I'll arrange it for you right away."
This booth was only separated by a simple screen, which greatly reduced the noise of the music and people outside. After Lin Dao pulled Blaita down to sit, he glanced at her with a cold look in his eyes.
Chu Xiang shivered involuntarily, no longer daring to peer into those somewhat familiar eyes. She withdrew her gaze and secretly gestured to Tata to pour her some wine.
At this moment, Blaita was still a little dazed by Lin Dao's close embrace, but the faint fragrance emanating from Lin Dao's body wafted into his nostrils. He was so captivated that he unconsciously snuggled closer to Lin Dao, his nose near Lin Dao's neck. Through the skin, he could feel the dizzying fragrance emanating from the blood vessels inside.
Lin Dao, who reached out to hug him, wasn't feeling much better himself. He could feel the restlessness in his body, which he was trying to suppress. But Blaita was oblivious and kept moving closer to him. The warm breath on his neck was simply irresistible.
Chu Xiang looked at the two people in front of her who were practically clinging to each other, especially Bleta, who was being so proactive. She was secretly surprised; appearances can be deceiving. Just as she was about to quietly back away, Lin Dao's ears twitched, and he suddenly pushed Bleta away, saying, "Pour the wine."
At that very second, a tall, elegant blond man walked into the booth, followed by a stern-faced brown-haired man.
Bryta stumbled from the push, and the man, who was already close enough to be half-crouched, suddenly grabbed his hand.
Bretta looked up abruptly, recognizing him with a start, and murmured, "Mr. Donovan..."
Upon hearing this, Donovan smiled politely at Bryta and said, "Tata, it really is you."
When Lin Dao heard the name Donovan, he suddenly looked up, and after seeing the handsome man's face clearly, his brows furrowed. How could Bretta know him? Thinking of the resemblance between their eyes and brows, Lin Dao's heart sank.
Lin Dao had no idea how the son of a marshal who wielded immense power in the Imperial Base could end up in a dance hall in the slums of the Mix Base, and even know someone as similar to him as Blaita.
But he absolutely cannot reveal himself now.
A split second before he noticed the other person's gaze, he suddenly reached out and pulled Bretta back, flipped her over and pinned her to the sofa cushion behind him, turning his back to the person who had come in. He lowered his head and pressed his high nose against Bretta's face, staring into her somewhat bewildered eyes. Suddenly, he let out a low chuckle from his nose, reached out and pinched Bretta's little face, as if ignoring the person behind him, and said, "Little guy, I didn't expect you to be so popular."
Lin Dao deliberately lowered his voice, using a tone different from his usual one, and said in a deliberately ambiguous manner, "Don't forget you're mine tonight."
Bleta, bewildered, blinked as Lin Dao gripped her chin, sniffed his scent, and unconsciously licked her lips.
Donovan narrowed his eyes slightly, maintaining a composed smile on his handsome face, and politely explained, "Excuse me, sir, I just wanted to say hello to this young Mr. Bretta..."
"Ah!" Bleta suddenly cried out, interrupting him. Her voice was soft and weak, and given her current position with the man, it was hard not to think the wrong thing.
Chu Xiang, who was standing in place, changed her expression. Surrounded by the man, she couldn't tell what was wrong with Bryta at all.
Donovan looked at the somewhat familiar back of the man, his eyes dark and unfathomable, then suddenly smiled and nodded, "Excuse me." He then smoothed his sleeves, turned and walked away.
Chu Xiang, looking like she couldn't bear to watch, quickly followed suit and left.
As Lin Dao, pressed against Bretta, sensed the others leaving, he was about to get up when soft lips suddenly bit his Adam's apple through his high-necked mask. The wet, soft touch made Lin Dao stiffen. He looked up at Bretta, who was beneath him, and said, "You..."
He had only done so out of necessity, deliberately pinching Bletta's waist hard from the shadows. Thinking of her waist, and the sensation of his hand just now…
He suddenly stood up and saw that Bryta was wearing a revealing red dance costume. Feeling uncomfortable, he turned his head and quickly took off his coat, throwing it over Bryta's head.
"Put them on."
Bretta was fine while dancing on stage, but he got a bit cold afterward. He obediently took off his coat and put it on; it was a bit too big, covering him above his knees. Feeling a little guilty about his earlier actions, he secretly glanced at Lin Dao's high-necked mask and was surprised to find that apart from being slightly damp and a bit darker in color, there was no corrosion.
Could it be... that he can now control whether he secretes corrosive liquid? The curious Bretta pondered, wanting to find something to test it on right now.
Lin Dao was somewhat dazed by the bite, looking at the bowed-headed Bretta with a complicated expression... Why did he suddenly bite me, and in that spot... Wait, how did he know Donovan? Could they really be related? What kind of relationship?
He forcibly pulled himself back to reality; the most urgent task now was to find West as soon as possible.
Lin Dao sat back on the sofa, turned to the side, and gently pushed the screen to reveal a viewpoint, peering at the booth in the distance. Unexpectedly, the other person seemed to have sensed him, raising a glass of red wine that Chu Xiang had just brought him, and nodding with a smile.
Lin Dao turned around as if he hadn't seen anything.
At this moment, Chu Xiang, who was standing near the booth serving Donovan, looked in their direction with some confusion. Lin Dao immediately reached out and pulled Bretta into his arms, whispering, "Lean against me, like before, be intimate."
Bryta was taken aback, leaning against his chest, thinking: What does "like before" mean? Does it mean I can take another bite?
Lin Dao seemed to have a sudden inspiration and specifically warned, "Don't bite people."
“…Oh, oh.” Bleta said with obvious regret.
Lin Daoze had no time to pay attention to him; Donovan and his guards were sitting in the booth. To approach West discreetly and without drawing attention...
His gaze fell on the bottle of whiskey on the table, and he reached out to take it. Seeing this, Britta, following Sister Xiang's previous training, immediately took the bottle opener on the table and said, "I...I'll do it."
As he spoke, he deftly opened the whiskey worth five thousand contribution points.
Lin Dao, who only wanted to take the wine with him and didn't intend to drink it, was speechless.
Bretta, with excellent service, immediately poured him a glass, carefully handed it to him, and stared intently at the fragrant liquid, wondering to himself if it would taste as good as the wine in the cellar, since it smelled very similar.
"No, I won't drink it," Lin Daogang refused, but seeing the other person's longing eyes, "...You drink it."
Upon hearing this, as if afraid he might change his mind, Blaita immediately picked up his wine glass with both hands, lowered his head, and drank it down in large gulps.
As soon as Lin Daogang finished speaking, he immediately stood up based on his keen intuition and turned his head from the other side of the screen to look into the distance of the ballroom. In less than two seconds, he looked up alertly in one of the directions.
In that instant, through the gaps in the crowd swaying wildly on the dance floor, Lin Dao caught a glimpse of West standing in the distance in the corridor outside the dance hall, only half of his body visible, talking anxiously to someone. His face was full of evasiveness and caution, as if he was talking to someone.
Just as Lin Dao was about to leave, he suddenly saw the man who was talking to West—a tall man in a black overcoat whose figure looked familiar.
Bretta, who had just finished a large glass of wine, stood up curiously and approached Lin Dao, following his gaze.
"Ah! That's..." Bryta recognized the man as Wiz, the man who had chased him before. His face, flushed from drinking, turned pale, and he was too frightened to speak for a moment.
Wiz, who was in the distance and was impatiently trying to shoot West in front of him, suddenly sensed something, turned his head sharply, and cast his hawk-like gaze in their direction.
Bretta froze in fear, and Lin Dao immediately turned around and hugged him in front of him, blocking all of Wiz's gaze.
During their previous fight, the light was too dim for Lin Dao to see the man's face clearly. Now, seeing Bleta's reaction, he asked in a low voice, "Is he the one who's been chasing you?"
Feeling safer as Lin Dao held her tightly in his warm embrace, Bryta nodded and said, "It's him."
Lin Dao lowered his eyes upon hearing this. West and this man had both appeared here at the same time; what were they going to do?
No, he wanted to silence them!
He glanced sideways at another booth and saw that Donovan had already gotten up and was preparing to leave with the guards. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and turned to Bryta, quickly instructing, "I have something to do now. You stay here and don't come out."
Slightly tipsy, Bryta held an empty wine glass and said with a silly grin, "Then... I'll wait for Mr. Lin Dao to come back."
After Lin Dao finished speaking, he turned around and silently moved through the bustling crowd to approach his target, preparing to subdue the man in black with the fastest speed and then capture West.
Just as Wiz sensed a dangerous gust of wind approaching, his body reacted before his head, turning to the side to avoid a fatal blow. He reached out and grabbed the attacker, then looked up. He couldn't make out the masked man's face, but those eyes seemed familiar—
Lin Dao didn't give him time to think. He quickly attacked, using a fighting technique to flip his opponent to the ground. Wiz finally reacted and turned his head to dodge Lin Dao's punch.
Lin Dao paused, grabbed the other man's shoulder, raised a fist and smashed it into his face, intending to quickly knock him unconscious. But the next second, he was kicked in the chest and fell backward.
He looked up and suddenly saw West standing next to him, trembling. His pupils dilated slightly, and he immediately pressed the intercom and said, "Target spotted, provide immediate support!"
When West heard the noise, he looked up and saw that his expression had changed drastically. He immediately turned and ran away.
As Lin Dao rolled to his feet to give chase, a gun was pressed against his back. Wiz said menacingly, "Don't move..."
Lin Dao paused, and almost instantly turned to the side.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. Before Wies could even see what was happening, Lin Dao had already swatted the gun away from his hand, snatched it back, and pointed it at him, his eyes cold as if looking at a dead man, saying:
"Don't move."
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