Among the ten male models with distinct styles, one man stands out in particular.
He lowered his head slightly, dressed in a pure black tracksuit, like a clear stream in the dark night, appearing particularly refreshing in this smoky environment.
His hair was short and choppy, with a few strands gently falling across his forehead, softening his resolute face. Beneath his high, straight nose, a pair of black-rimmed glasses cleverly concealed his deep-set eyes, yet inadvertently revealed an aura that drew people in.
And those eyes were even more captivating. Like a clear mountain spring, they shimmered with a moist light.
Whenever he slightly raised his eyes, the tenderness in them seemed to melt away all the coldness in the world, evoking a feeling of pity.
However, Chuanliu had no interest in appreciating the scene before him.
Because the person in front of her was someone she knew all too well.
It was none other than the "8 of Spades"—the assassin, Chasing Life, who had disappeared without a trace for a long time and had no contact with her whatsoever.
Throughout the entire encounter, the man only glanced at Chuanliu once, and then, like a startled fawn, quickly averted his gaze.
Chuanliu's gaze lingered on Zhuiming for a long time, his heart filled with doubt and confusion. Afraid that others would notice something amiss, he quietly shifted his gaze away.
However, she would still glance at him from time to time, a strange expression on her face.
It must be said that Zhui Ming's disguise was indeed very successful. His appearance had been completely transformed; his original cold and murderous aura was now masked by a youthful vibe, making it difficult for people to associate him with the ruthless killer he once was.
If it weren't for Chuanliu's exceptional observational skills and her long-standing experience working with Zhuiming, she probably wouldn't have recognized this seemingly ordinary boy as Zhuiming.
Even Qian Chuan, who had met Zhui Ming once before, looked around among the crowd but never stopped looking at Zhui Ming.
However, Qianchuan had been paying attention to the flow of the river the whole time, and thus noticed the girl's lingering expression.
He followed the girl's gaze and saw a boy with a "pure and innocent" demeanor.
He frowned, but didn't think about it in any other way.
Because someone interrupted his train of thought before he could speak.
"Are these all your new recruits?" Susan asked first.
She sat gracefully sideways in the booth, one hand resting on the armrest, gently supporting her head.
Seeing this, Zhuang Qiang immediately stepped forward, his face beaming with smiles, "So? Is there anyone Susan finds appealing?"
Susan's gaze swept over the men, her eyes filled with interest. She lightly touched her lips with her index finger and said with satisfaction, "Good taste."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Qiang's face lit up with joy, and he immediately bowed before her, awaiting her further instructions.
He Da Dong had already followed the woman's gaze and found her.
Susan's gaze was fixed intently on Zhui Ming.
He Da Dong immediately understood. He stepped forward, pulled the boy over, and commanded, "Say hello to Sister Susan!"
Zhuiming was pulled in front of Susan. The mist in his eyes thickened, and he seemed extremely uneasy. He nervously fidgeted with his fingers, then bowed deeply, his voice trembling as he said:
"Hello, Su... Sister Susan."
Chuanliu was initially 99% skeptical of his identity, but as soon as he heard his voice, Chuanliu immediately confirmed that he was indeed Zhuiming.
No two people in the world look exactly alike, and neither does Paradise Island.
Chuanliu didn't expose Zhuiming's superb acting skills. Instead, he relaxed in his chair and watched the play with great interest.
What does he want to do?
Why would it appear in the red-light district of the City of Hearts?
And why did you come to He Da Dong's "Drunken Bar" dressed like this?
Won't……
Among these people, there must be someone he has a target for, right?
Chuanliu slowly raised his eyes and saw that Zhuiming had already sat down next to Susan.
Susan seemed to be quite taken with the innocent, boyish charm; her smile deepened even more. She blinked and asked softly, "Handsome young man, what's your name?"
Zhuiming raised her head, a hint of shyness in her eyes, and replied, "My name is Xiaoliu."
"Xiao Liu?"
Susan repeated it softly, then said with a smile, "We also have a little Liu here, but she's a cute little beauty."
Upon hearing this, Chuanliu smiled slightly and said nothing more.
She secretly grumbled about the name that Zhui Ming had deliberately changed.
This guy knew he recognized him.
Susan seemed very interested in Zhui Ming, and she continued, "Xiao Liu, were you also from Red Heart City before? Such a handsome young man, how come I don't remember you at all?"
Without even blinking, Zhuiming quickly changed the subject, replying, "Sister Susan, you're a big shot, you meet so many people every day, it's normal that you don't recognize someone as insignificant as me."
Although Zhui Ming disguised himself well, he clearly lacked the "service awareness" that a red-light district should have.
He just sat there straight the whole time, his hands folded on his knees, seemingly a little lost.
Although it enhanced his youthful image, his interactions were stiff and mechanical, like an unpolished puppet, out of place with the bustling and noisy environment around him, lacking a certain charm.
He Da Dong was very anxious about the boy's reaction, fearing that he would ruin his reputation.
So he couldn't help but remind him, "Hey kid, what are you waiting for here? How did you pass the new employee training? You have no service awareness at all. Hurry up and pour Susan some wine!"
Upon hearing this, Zhui Ming immediately stood up.
He picked up the wine glass and carefully handed it to Susan.
However, Susan didn't intend to catch it with her hands. She stared at the boy with captivating eyes, a playful smile playing on her lips, her mouth slightly open as if waiting for something.
“Feed me,” Susan said.
The boy paused for a moment, then understood what the woman meant. His cheeks flushed slightly, he took a deep breath, tried to keep his hand steady, and then brought the wine glass to Susan's lips.
Seeing the boy's awkwardness, Susan's smile deepened. She licked her lips with her tongue, then elegantly took a sip of her drink.
Her movements were light and graceful, like an elegant eagle enjoying its delicious prey.
While Chuanliu was secretly observing Zhuiming, He Dadong approached him with a grin.
He casually put his arm around the girl, gesturing for her to look at the remaining nine boys standing in front of her. "Miss Chuanliu, it seems you haven't quite settled in yet? Perhaps you're not satisfied with our new batch?"
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