The destination is a bar.
When I opened the door, a deafening sound hit me.
When Ye Wan raised his eyes, he saw the handsome foreign guy who was mixing drinks in a fancy way at the bar.
"Beauty, what would you like to drink?"
The bartender spoke in French, and his frivolous eyes shrank when he met Ye Wan's cold eyes, "Downstairs."
Ye Wan turned and left.
A large rusty lock hung on the heavy oak door, which looked like it had been sealed for a thousand years.
Ye Wan took off the hood of his sweatshirt and looked at the empty corner.
After an unknown amount of time, a rumbling sound was heard on the wall.
It seemed like the secret room of a powerful family in ancient times, with a door staggered on the wall.
Almost the moment the door opened, the noise from inside rose up.
Ye Wan flashed into the secret room, the door slammed shut, and the noise was close to his ears.
As he walked along, Ye Wan spread out a map of the bar in his mind.
The bar on the ground is a square house of about one thousand square meters.
Underground, one thousand square meters is divided into several halls.
I could feel myself walking to the center of the hall. Although there seemed to be walls all around, no one knew what was behind them.
It is possible that there are only a few display screens that can monitor everyone present in 360° without blind spots.
It is also possible that they are a group of bored scoundrels drinking, but when something unusual happens, they rush out with guns.
Everything is possible! Ye Wan lowered his eyes and opened the curtain.
With Ye Wan's appearance, the hall suddenly became quiet.
If this were Paris, it wouldn't be surprising to see one or two Chinese people.
But this is not the case.
Monaco is a small city, and the South District is a run-down neighborhood with no tourist attractions and no luxury stores, and it is a mixed crowd of good and bad people.
It would have been fine if a generous Chinese man had just appeared, but now a beautiful Chinese girl has appeared?
A beautiful girl whose age is not clear.
If she's in her teens, her cool and charming temperament doesn't seem like it.
She is probably in her twenties, and her face is as tender as a peeled egg.
A pair of clear eyes are deep and cold, making it impossible to tell their depth at a glance.
"Beauty, are you here to have fun or to meet someone? Are you in the wrong place?"
"This little girl is really good at finding places. She came here to have fun. It seems like she is an expert!"
"Are you here to catch men?"
Speculations, jokes, and teasing all rushed towards Ye Wan.
Ye Wan stepped forward silently.
There are three card tables about two meters long in the hall.
But at this moment, the card tables on both sides are empty.
Only the card table in the middle was surrounded by people inside and outside.
The beautiful dealer with blond hair, blue eyes and curvy figure was holding a cigarette in one hand and dealing cards with the other, and was dealing the cards to a pot-bellied French man.
Directly opposite the French man was a tall Chinese man.
At this moment, the man looked at Ye Wan with vigilance and ferocity.
The gray eyeballs were cold and turbid, and when they stared at people motionlessly, one felt as if being stared at by a python spitting out its tongue. A dark, wet and sticky feeling arose from the bottom of the heart, making people feel physically uncomfortable.
Ye Wan seemed to be completely unafraid.
I just felt a little excited in my heart.
After a year, she finally stepped on this triangular snake!
"How long will it take until it's my turn?"
His eyes slid across the three-clawed crocodile's palm holding the cards, and the six fingers at the end of the palm that were almost hidden in the sleeves. Ye Wan looked up at the beautiful dealer and asked.
(End of this chapter)