Xia Baozhu walked away and looked back; Tang Zonglang had already gone back.
Did he recognize me just now?
Xia Baozhu thought uncertainly.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. A woman, more glamorous than the others, appeared on the dance floor. She wore a black cheongsam with a short white fur coat over it, highlighting her hot figure and captivating the men around her.
It's finally here! Great, let's create some chaos!
As Xia Baozhu approached Zhou Juan, she flicked the pebble in her hand toward the overhead light.
The lights shattered instantly, and the falling glass shards caused screams as some people ran in other directions to avoid them.
Xia Baozhu twisted off one of the groping hands, kicked away the other groping hand, and squeezed next to Zhou Juan, who was the most crowded person there.
"Stop! Stop! Someone help me!" Zhou Juan was the most groped in the chaos. Her fur coat was torn off, and in the darkness, she felt someone touching her skirt.
Xia Baozhu first seized the opportunity to kick Zhou Juan to the ground, and then pushed several men next to her, piling them up like eighteen Arhats.
After about a minute and a half, Xia Baozhu retreated.
"Don't run around or move around in the dance floor," the person in charge of the venue said, shining a flashlight over.
It's too dark here, with only two rotating colored spotlights; you can't see anyone clearly.
The lighting was normal in the booth area, and most people stood up to check what was happening when they heard the noise.
Tang Zonglang spotted Xia Baozhu emerging from the dance floor at a glance. Her expressionless, pale face emerged from the darkness, like a sinister and evil witch in a movie, with a terrifying, gaping red mouth.
"There's a ghost!" Some people saw it too and were startled.
When Xia Baozhu heard about the ghost, she was also startled and looked around. Where was the ghost?
From horror to comedy, just one expression and gesture made Tang Zonglang and several colleagues laugh until they clutched their stomachs.
"That woman is so funny. People say she looks like a ghost, and she's still looking for where the ghost is."
"Yes, the way she looked when she had no expression on her face was terrifying, and the way she looked like she was searching for a ghost was hilarious."
"Haha, I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts."
"Do you know who she is?" Tang Zonglang asked after laughing.
"You know Zong Lang? Who is she?"
"She is the owner of a fried chicken shop on Hong Kong Island."
"No way, I think the proprietress must be quite pretty, especially her eyes."
"It's her. If you don't believe me, just say a few words to her, and you'll know immediately." Tang Zonglang urged his colleague to give it a try.
"Forget it, this face is too scary now, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night."
This remark immediately drew laughter from the others.
Why does she look so bad in her makeup?
"It's probably because it's my first time learning makeup. When I got married, my wife's makeup was about the same, it was frighteningly white."
"Look at the dance floor! A fight has broken out there!" someone shouted.
Xia Baozhu stood beside a pillar, enjoying the chaos in the middle of the dark dance floor.
Taking money and not doing the job—that's a lesson to be learned.
When the police came in to patrol, they heard the commotion and immediately ran out to call for help.
Zhou Juan was carried out, her calves twisted at an unnatural angle, emitting painful howls.
A large piece of her cheongsam was torn off, revealing her fairly fair skin, which drew a lot of attention.
He Fuming rushed over from outside and, seeing the scene, his face turned grave. He called the manager over to ask what had happened.
A major stampede occurred at the Silver Dance Hall, which has been shut down for rectification.
When Chen Shanlou arrived at the dance hall and saw the broken lights, he immediately knew that it was a man-made accident.
The reason he came here specifically was because He Fuming had given him two generous gifts, as he had been too busy to see him lately.
He only managed to come over because something happened at He Fuming's dance hall.
"Director Shen, you see, it's not that our management is bad, it's that someone is deliberately causing trouble. Can we lift this suspension of business for rectification?"
He Fuming pointed at the lamp and complained, his chubby, greasy face bearing the sorrow of an honest man, making one think that he had really suffered a great injustice.
Since its opening, this dance hall has allowed He Fuming to make money every day while lying down, and he couldn't bear to close it even during the Chinese New Year.
The current requirement to suspend operations for rectification is like making him watch his money flow into other people's pockets. He must feel incredibly uncomfortable, like his flesh is being cut with a dull knife.
"More than a dozen people were injured this time, including some of your people. You have to appease these people before you can reopen your business. That's the bare minimum."
Although Chen Shanlou accepted He Fuming's gifts, what he gave was not enough to warrant a major red light.
"No problem," He Fuming said with a fawning smile, now that he felt confident.
Soon He Fuming brought up another matter, concerning Zhou Juan's cousin.
Although Zhou Juan was sent to the hospital, had been taken advantage of by so many gropers, and was the source of the group fight, she had been with him for a while, and he couldn't bear to abandon her.
"That matter is difficult to handle. The case has already been submitted to the court, and the decision-making power is in the hands of the court. You have to go and ask them."
Shen Shanlou then realized that He Fuming had contacted him earlier because of a robbery case, but he was powerless to help, or rather, he couldn't be bothered to deal with it.
Those kinds of people are all troublemakers. Four men fighting over one woman and they still can't win. They still have the nerve to want to come out. Dream on.
After finishing his work for the time being, Chen Shanlou planned to go get a cup of milk tea.
Sun Xingyan was in the kitchen talking to Xia Baozhu and San Gou about what happened at He Fuming's dance hall last night. He couldn't suppress his smile, and his gloating was palpable.
Xia Baozhu was equally pleased to hear this. If the occasion allowed, she could even dance a song. Did she think that one act of revenge would be the end of it?
Haha, do you think her money is so easy to take for free?
A lamp only costs a few dollars, and it needs to break at least three times to be usable.
And then there's Zhou Juan. I wonder if she realizes now that she's the real prostitute and slut.
"What are you chatting about so happily?" Chen Shanlou, dressed casually, knocked on the counter and asked with a smile when Xia Baozhu looked over.
"Comrade Shen, what do you want?" Xia Baozhu asked directly without answering.
"I heard you changed your name, congratulations."
"Thank you." Xia Baozhu's expression remained unchanged, showing no surprise that Shen Shanlou knew about her.
"Give me a cup of pudding milk tea."
Chen Shanlou left quickly without lingering; he still had a lot of work to do, and time left him little room to talk.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
