Cao Qing was led by Huang Mao to the presidential private room on the seventh floor.
As soon as the door was opened, bursts of music came from the private room.
Cao Qing's expression was normal. As the boss of the central area, he had seen too much of the world. Not to mention the five-star presidential private room, he had slept in and enjoyed even the most expensive room in the Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai.
But when Cao Qing saw the five Mexican dancers twisting to the music, Cao Qing's eyes still trembled slightly.
Mexican dancing girls have always enjoyed a great reputation, especially after the rise of ancient martial arts.
Why do Mexican dancers become more famous after the rise of ancient martial arts? We have to start talking about this from nowhere.
Anyway, a Mexican dancer came to China and learned a kind of jujitsu from China, which is a kind of ancient martial arts. Then, the Mexican dancer modified the jujitsu and brought it back to her country.
Then it took ten years to completely integrate this jujitsu into the movements of Mexican dancers, thus creating the glory of Mexican dancers in the past ten years.
To hire a Mexican dancer who specializes in dancing skills that incorporate Chinese Jiu-Jitsu, it depends not only on money, but also on opportunity.
Although Cao Qing didn't know whether the dancers in front of him had practiced the jujitsu, but just seeing the slim waists, Cao Qing felt that his appetite increased greatly.
"Brother Cao, you have fun first, I will come up and drink with you later!"
Huang Mao said with a smile.
Cao Qing hummed, nodded, and walked into the private room.
Huang Mao smiled and turned around and walked out of the private room. Several people walked towards him.
Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, then said hello to them.
The few people nodded and stood at the door of the private room.
These people are Cao Qing's bodyguards.
Although he was in his own territory, Cao Qing didn't want to bring too many people to show that he was afraid of death, but he still had basic bodyguard equipment. These gangsters were actually more afraid of death than anyone else.
Normally, Cao Qing would bring a large group of juniors and masters with him when he went out. Today, he only brought a few with him. That was because this was his own territory, and Cao Qing was certain that Huang Mao would not dare to have any plans against him.
Even if Huang Mao has any intentions, Cao Qing is confident that he can send Huang Mao to hell in the shortest possible time.
This is an absolute confidence.
Huang Mao went downstairs, walked into the banquet hall with a slightly red face, and then walked to the main table, next to Zhao Gangjun.
"Brother Gangbong, would you like to go out for a drink with me?" Huang Mao invited with a smile.
Zhao Gangjun resisted for a while, and then agreed.
The two people left the main table together.
"Everything is ready."
After leaving, the two people each held a wine glass, and Huang Mao whispered as he walked.
"oh?"
Zhao Gangrong glanced at Huang Mao.
"If everything goes well, Cao Qing will never escape death."
Huang Mao said with a smile, "It's just that, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. Brother Gangyong can help hold the battle back when the time comes."
"Where are your people?"
Zhao Gangjun asked.
"Already in the private room."
Huang Mao said with a smile.
"Those dancers!"
Zhao Gangjun's eyes lit up.
Huang Mao chuckled.
Zhao Gangjun also smiled, with more admiration in his smile.
He knew that Huang Mao had several masters hidden inside him, but he had no idea that Huang Mao could actually make several Mexican dancers obey his orders?! Moreover, you must know that Cao Qing himself is not weak in skills, and those dancers must
If you want to kill Cao Qing, your skills must not be too bad.
It doesn't matter if a dancer is good at dancing, but if she is good at martial arts, that's rare.
Zhao Gangjun felt that he really needed to re-examine Huang Mao.
After saying to change rooms, the two of them came to a table.
Huang Mao introduced Zhao Gangjun to the people at the table. Of course, Huang Mao just said that this was his friend.
Zhao Gangjun smiled and drank a glass of wine with everyone, and then moved to the next table.
Zhao Gangjun is not as famous as Cao Qing. When Cao Qing takes a sip, everyone at the table has to finish it, but when Zhao Gangjun takes a sip, everyone around him just takes a sip.
After one lap, Zhao Gangjun didn’t drink much.
The banquet slowly came to an end.
Chen Haonan left first. Although Huang Mao repeatedly invited Chen Haonan to change places for a drink, Chen Haonan still did not stay longer.
When Chen Haonan left, he specially asked Zhao Gangjun to go with him. Zhao Gangjun refused Chen Haonan because he had something to do.
Chen Haonan left without thinking much.
At this time, on the seventh floor.
Cao Qing held a woman in one hand, and the other four women were twisting in front of Cao Qing.
Mr. Gongsun sat next to Cao Qing and looked at this with a little surprise.
He practiced martial arts at home since he was a child. When he grew up, he always helped the family. He had never been in such a place where people were reveling in the entertainment and entertainment. For a while, he couldn't adapt to it, especially those women with such big breasts and wearing such clothes.
A dancer came to sit next to Mr. Gongsun and hugged Mr. Gongsun's hand.
"Okay, okay."
Mr. Gongsun, who had been criticizing the other party's moral decay before, suddenly smiled and started drinking with the dancer.
In fact, to put it bluntly, men are all like birds. No matter who they are, they are always the same when it comes to women.
Cao Qing knew Mr. Gongsun's identity, so he had no objection to him stealing a woman from him.
Mr. Gongsun didn't drink at first, but after the dancer invited him, Mr. Gongsun started drinking.
People who practice martial arts naturally drink generously. It didn't take long for a bottle of foreign wine to reach its bottom, and then another bottle was brought up.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Cao Qing didn't even know how much he drank, and his head was already a little dizzy.
And Cao Qing's hand had already been put into the dancer's bra without knowing when, and he was squeezing it wantonly.
The dancer's face was flushed, but she didn't stop her. She just said in blunt Chinese, "Sir, no."
Generally speaking, the only result that such words can bring is to make men more unscrupulous.
Cao Qing picked up the woman by the waist.
The woman put her arms around Cao Qing's neck, her face full of shyness, but also full of spring.
"Let's go. I'll take you to experience the Chinese whipping technique."
As Cao Qing said this, he was about to carry the woman into a small room nearby.
at this time.
Crackling.
For some reason, a cup suddenly fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Cao Qing was stunned for a moment.
Sudden.
Cao Qing felt his neck tighten.
The slender little hand holding his neck actually pinched his neck tightly, while the other hand was clenched into a fist, with the middle finger slightly protruding and hitting his Adam's apple!