The busy day in the city passes quickly, and the feasting nightlife has just begun. The fatigue of the day is replaced by the carnival of the night. There is no pressure, only burning desire.
Wang Ting pressed out the cigarette in his hand and said: "I think it's almost time, let's go in."
Yang Fei nodded, and the two of them walked quickly to the bar without staying outside. Wang Ting, who was wearing uniform, attracted the attention of the spectators as soon as he arrived at the door.
They didn't come to intercept them. They took out their mobile phones and called someone. Yang Fei ignored them and entered the bar through the gate.
The exciting music is deafening, and colorful lights rotate and flash in the bar. The men and women on the dance floor twist their waists and hips to the rhythm of the music.
There is no shortage of women who dress up extremely coquettishly and physically seduce the handsome and tall men around them. There are also many men who dye their hair colorfully and make various obscene gestures in front of women, as well as verbally tease them.
Seeing such a scene, Wang Ting frowned, as if he was not used to everything in the bar, but Yang Fei just smiled slightly and said: "Let's go over and have a couple of drinks before talking."
Wang Ting said: "Drink? We are here for work. Drinking may cause trouble."
"Those are nothing. Let's wait until the rightful owner comes." Yang Fei just smiled, walked to the front desk and said, "Which wine is cheaper?"
Generally, people who come to this place to spend money like to be the ones who take advantage of them, even if they suffer a loss, they will not say anything. Unexpectedly, Yang Fei asked about cheap wine as soon as he opened his mouth, which attracted a lot of contemptuous looks.
The waiter was Liu He's Ma Zi. People in the police station were not welcome here. He curled his lips and said: "We are not a slum here. If you can't afford it, please come out."
"The customer is God. Didn't your boss teach you how to treat God?" Yang Fei sat down and stared at him closely.
"The cheapest price is 30 yuan a bottle." Things honed on the battlefield cannot be compared to gangsters like them. Yang Fei's eyes made him a little afraid, but there was still contempt in his tone.
"Don't take the cheap ones, bring your most expensive wine." Yang Fei shrugged, and his words stunned many people who were paying attention to the situation here.
However, the waiter did not do that and said, "How can you afford to drink the most expensive wine here?"
"Did you see that the captain of the SWAT team is here? Are you worried that he can't afford the drink?" Yang Fei glared at him.
As members of the SWAT team, how could these gangsters not know that they were still very afraid of Wang Ting, after all, he was the captain of the SWAT team.
"The most expensive one? Can you afford the 1982 Lafite?" The waiter curled his lips, pointed to the bottle of wine on the top, and said, "Forty-nine thousand."
A bottle of wine cost nearly 50,000 yuan. Wang Ting was stunned. His annual salary was only the price of a bottle of wine.
"Take it down for me, are you afraid that the captain will owe you a debt?" Yang Fei just waved his hand casually.
"If you don't pay the bill, no matter who you are today, you won't be able to leave." The waiter took down the bottle of wine from the top, and Yang Fei took it over and opened it.
"Yang Fei, are you sure you want to open it?" Wang Ting coughed lightly and lowered his voice.
"Anyway, we don't have to pay for it ourselves, just drink it." Yang Fei opened the lid directly and poured it into two large cups.
