The dark sky was covered with dark clouds, rumbles of thunder swept through the clouds, and dazzling lightning flashed past, as if the entire night sky was about to collapse at any moment.
Soon, raindrops as big as peas fell down, and a majestic heavy rain was coming to the American city of Nulet.
New Orleans has a population of more than 20 million. It is the largest city in America and the financial center of the world.
This international metropolis can be called a symbol of America. Countless people have fallen here, and many people have realized their dreams here, constantly attracting more people.
Nights in Nulay City are never peaceful. Police sirens are heard from time to time in the neon-lit bustling streets. People are walking in a hurry, some are avoiding the heavy rain, and some are still running for life.
On a street in the Manhattan district, an orange-painted taxi ran over a puddle on the ground, splashing a little bit of water, and then stopped at the entrance of a nightclub with a squeaking sound.
"Sir, your destination has arrived."
The old black driver turned around and showed his white teeth to Zuo Yi sitting in the back seat: "Sixty-seven yuan."
Zuo Yi handed over a hundred-dollar bill: "No need to change it."
Lao Hei took the big banknote, looked at the anti-counterfeiting mark, and said with a smile: "Thank you, sir. I wish you a pleasant night."
Zuo Yi nodded, opened the door and got out of the car.
The rain has just stopped.
The road was still wet, and there was already a long queue on the sidewalk in front of the nightclub. Most of the people in the queue were young people. They were wearing all kinds of fancy clothes, covered with trendy brands, and there were many coquettish people in scantily clad clothes.
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Two strong men like iron towers stood at the door with expressionless faces. They waited until someone came out from inside before stamping them and letting them in.
Zuo Yi looked up at the neon sign hanging above. The four words "duke" in English on it were particularly eye-catching.
Duke Club, this nightclub located in the Menton District of Newlay City is very famous in the inner world of America. It welcomes all extraordinary people to visit and provides all-round enjoyment.
The club's owner, Duke Leslie, is on the list provided by the Tarot Society, and is a ring bearer of the True Knowledge Council.
However, the evidence possessed by the Tarot Society is insufficient to prove him, and the Leslie family is well-known in Newleigh and its power is very powerful.
The Tarot Club has always suspected that the Duke's Club is being used by the Council of True Knowledge to recruit new blood. They tried to drive in nails to obtain information, but as a result, there was no news about the spy after he entered.
Zuo Yi went straight to the door of the club.
A gatekeeper said in a deep voice: "Boy, go to the back and line up."
"I don't think I need it."
Zuo Yi stretched out his right hand to him, holding a coin in his palm, which melted into a ball of metallic liquid under the other's gaze.
"Sir please..."
The fierce-looking doorman immediately changed his expression. He respectfully opened the door and bent down to make an invitation gesture.
The Duke Club welcomes all extraordinary people. If he dares to turn Zuo Yi away, he will definitely not see the sun tomorrow.
"Thanks."
Zuo Yi gave a big bill as a tip and walked into the club under the envious eyes of others.
After passing through a short corridor, the stained glass door in front opened automatically, and suddenly a wave of sound and heat hit my face!
This nightclub is extremely large, with the main hall covering several thousand square meters and three floors in total. The interior decoration style is radical and full of avant-garde and heavy metal flavors.
Young men and women gathered around the front of the stage. Amidst the exciting music and the roar of the DJ, they followed the girls above and twisted their bodies desperately. Colorful lasers swept across the entire venue in a chaotic manner, reflecting an extremely noisy scene.
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In such an environment, it is difficult for ordinary people to control their emotions and they will get "high" involuntarily.
Zuo Yi noticed some tattooed teenagers walking among the crowd selling contraband, and there was a strange smell mixed in the air.
He glanced around and then squeezed to the front of the bar.
The bar here is very long, and five or six bartenders are busy making drinks for the guests.
Zuo Yi found an empty seat and sat down. He dropped a big bill on the bar and said to the bartender in front of him: "Give me a drink of your specialty."
The bartender put away the banknotes very skillfully and said with a smile: "Please wait a moment."
The bartender quickly made a blood-red cocktail for Zuo Yi and handed it to him respectfully: "Fire Hell."
Zuo Yi took it, tasted it, nodded and said, "It's not bad."
The bartender was a little proud: "I created this myself. Most people can only drink one drink at most."
In the nightclubs and bars of Newlay City, if a bartender does not have some special skills, he will not be able to survive.
Zuo Yi smiled.
The bartender asked tentatively: "Are you Korean?"
Zuo Yi shook his head: "No."
The bartender immediately said with certainty: "Then you must be from Daxia!"
Zuo Yi was a little curious: "Why not Japanese?"
For these Europeans and Americans, Asians, especially people from the three East Asian countries, have the same appearance, and their specific nationalities cannot be distinguished at all.
The bartender smiled and said: "I have never seen any Japanese people as tall as you."
Zuo Yi laughed dumbly.
The bartender was quite interesting. He dropped another big bill and asked, "Is your boss here tonight?"
According to the information from the Tarot Society, if nothing happens, Duke Leslie will basically stay in the club to have fun.
The banknotes disappeared on the counter in an instant. The bartender pointed upstairs and said: "The boss is on the third floor, but..."
He kindly advised: "There are many people who come here to see our boss, but few are qualified to talk to him. And if you make him unhappy, you will definitely regret it."
"Thanks."
Zuo Yi raised his wine glass, drank the flaming hell in one gulp, and then walked towards the stairs next to him.
The bartender took away the empty glass, looked at Zuo Yi's back and shook his head.
He is not very optimistic about Zuo Yi.
Because the Duke doesn't like Daxia people, he has just warned him, and if Zuo Yi doesn't listen, then he will leave his business alone.
Zuo Yi reached the second floor smoothly, but at the stairway leading to the third floor, he was stopped by someone.
The man in a suit wearing sunglasses said coldly: "You can't go up there."
"I heard that your boss is looking for this..."
Zuo Yi flipped his wrist and showed a death-free gold medal: "I'm here to make a deal with him."
The man in the suit frowned as he stared at the gold medal, feeling a little hesitant.
Zuo Yi handed over the gold medal: "Show it to your boss. I believe he will meet me."