Just when He Zhenzhong wanted to call An Ran aside and ask about the situation, suddenly, the lights in the hall dimmed again, and slightly brisk music started.
It's dance music.
The gentlemen and ladies holding wine glasses quickly put down what they were holding, then each found their dance partner, waiting for the master to dance the first dance.
He Zhenzhong turned his head and looked at the young man behind him. It was obvious that someone was up to something, and it was obviously not time to dance.
Looking at He Zhenzhong, the guy just sneered, with no fear on his face.
An Ran also frowned slightly. This kind of upper class society is so annoying. You must follow the old-fashioned procedures, otherwise you will be easily rejected.
Looking at He Zhenzhong, she was a little embarrassed. This guy was definitely good at killing people, but what about dancing?
"System Lord."
"Understanding the host, you have successfully killed all the terrorists, saved a plane of people, and dealt with those Americans. You have contributed a lot."
"That's good." He Zhenzhong breathed a sigh of relief. If the contribution points were not enough, then he would have no choice but to drag An Ran to dance in the square.
After a while, He Zhenzhong had a lot of things in his mind, including all kinds of dances, which forced him to calm down and digest them.
Seeing He Zhenzhong standing there in a daze, everyone laughed. It's okay, now his true colors are revealed. A toad will always be a toad and can't get on the stage.
The Rockefeller son raised his hand, adjusted his suit, and then, with a warm smile on his face, walked towards An Ran, "Miss An Ran, can I ask you to dance?"
Snapped.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and the guy turned around sharply.
He Zhenzhong pursed his lips, "You're so old, why are you still ignorant? Don't you know what first-come, first-served means?"
The corners of An Ran's mouth turned up slightly, and he put on a nice smile. Is this guy jealous?
"You." The guy's expression changed, but he calmed down immediately. This guy was definitely pretending. He backed away, wanting to see how ugly this guy would be when he jumped up later, hum.
"Miss An Ran."
Looking at He Zhenzhong's outstretched hand, An Ran pursed her lips, smiled, and raised her hand. No matter how ugly or bad the dance was, she would accompany him and dance with him as long as he wanted.
Holding An Ran in hand, He Zhenzhong slid onto the dance floor amidst the melodious music.
An Ran was also stunned for a moment. This guy can really dance? Although the opening dance steps are simple, He Zhenzhong's expression, rhythm, and movements are all natural, as smooth as flowing water, with a hint of rhythm, just like a dancing figure
Like an elf.
Next to them, the gentlemen and ladies once again widened their eyes and opened their mouths, staring at He Zhenzhong in disbelief.
Every slide he makes is so accurate, no matter the rhythm or distance, it seems that he has gone through thousands of practices, and every raise of his hand, every glance, every turn, is so elegant and generous.
He Zhenzhong gave them the feeling that he was like a young king, hugging his beloved princess and spinning in the beautiful music. He was so confident and noble.
Is this a toad? Many people buried their heads and turned red. Compared with He Zhenzhong now, they looked like toads. They could only watch from the side and were deeply shocked.
In the middle of the field, He Zhenzhong gently stretched his head forward, came to An Ran's ear, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"
Is this guy so relaxed? An Ran glared at He Zhenzhong. She had practiced all kinds of dances in order to carry out the mission. If she participated in the competition, she could easily win the championship, but now she felt that she could hardly cooperate with He Zhenzhong.
"Hongmen."
Hongmen? He Zhenzhong frowned slightly. This is the name of a gang. It is as famous as the Qinggang. It has been circulating for hundreds of years. In terms of scale, Hongmen is definitely the largest gang in the world. And all over the world
Hongmen's headquarters is right here in the United States.
Many people may not know that when the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China was held, there was an old Hongmen man standing next to Xi Jinping on the city tower.
"My mission has always been to contact people from Hongmen. Not long ago, I rescued an old man from Hongmen. He had no children, so he accepted me as his adopted daughter." An Ran said softly: "The organization also agreed.
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So that's it, He Zhenzhong suddenly understood. No wonder these Americans are here to curry favor with An Ran. Ordinary people may not understand it, but people with status and status are very aware of the Hongmen power, which plays a decisive role among overseas Chinese around the world.
What a light position.
"By the way, I will take time to find you later for the information you want, and I will tell you that there are too many people here, so it is inconvenient."
"Um."
Although the two of them were whispering, but due to the cover of the music and the dimming of the lights, no one saw it. They only saw the intimacy between He Zhenzhong and An Ran.
Deng Deng.
Breathless, Bruce ran over, "Hey, aren't you dancing?"
The young man from the Rockefeller family had already turned pale and clenched his fists. He also thought, but unfortunately, it wasn't him.
Turning his head and looking at He Zhenzhong, who was graceful with An Ran, Bruce almost stared out his eyes. He had worked so hard to run over and threaten the band and lighting engineer, but he actually allowed this guy to do it?
Suddenly, he felt the urge to vomit blood.
The song ended and the whole place was silent.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
After a while, applause broke out.
Many people were conquered by the dances of He Zhenzhong and An Ran, and this was their heartfelt praise.
And both Bruce and that young man had the urge to die.
He Zhenzhong let go of An Ran's hand, blinked at it, and looked outside.
An Ran understood, chuckled, and nodded.
The music sounded again, and the gentlemen all led their dance partners onto the dance floor, while He Zhenzhong quietly slipped out of the side door alone, waiting for An Ran to come out.
A few minutes passed.
An Ran came out and quickly came to He Zhenzhong's side, "Let's go to your hotel."
"It doesn't matter here?" He Zhenzhong shrugged.
An Ran pouted, "It's so boring to be with a bunch of hypocritical guys. It's okay, let's go."
"Um."
Together, the two of them sneaked out through the back door, took a taxi, and headed back to the hotel.
Behind them, Hummingbird emerged from a corner, still holding the phone in his hand, "Boss, he came out with a woman. He took a taxi and looked at the route. He was going back to the hotel."
"Okay, I will give that boy a big surprise." Black Cat's cold voice came from inside.
After hanging up the phone, Hummingbird knew that that boy was definitely in trouble. No one would end well if he offended the black cat.
However, she didn't know that no one could survive after offending He Zhenzhong...