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The dark sky was covered with clouds, and the thunder of hong long long swept through the clouds. A dazzling electric flash flashed, and the whole night sky seemed to collapse at any time.
Soon, heavy raindrops of bean seeds fell down, and a heavy rain was approaching New York City, America.
With a population of over 20 million, Newlay is the largest city in the United States and the center of World Finance.
This international metropolis can be called the symbol of the United States of America. Countless people have fallen here, and many people have realized their dreams here, attracting more and more people continuously.
The night of Nulai City has never been peaceful. The siren sounds from time to time in the bustling neon streets. People are hurried, some are sheltering from heavy rain, and some are still busy for life.
On a street in the district of Manton, an orange-yellow-painted taxi ran over a puddle on the ground and splashed at the starting point, and then creaked at the door of a nightclub.
"Sir, your destination has arrived."
The old black driver who turned the car turned his head, exposing a white tooth to Zuo Yi sitting in the back seat: "Sixty-seven yuan."
Zuo Yi handed a hundred-dollar bill: "No need to find it."
Laohe took the big bill and looked at the anti-counterfeiting logo, and said with a smile, "Thank you Mister Xie, I wish you a happy evening."
Zuo Yi nodded, opened the door and got out of the car.
The rain just stopped.
The road was still wet, and there were already long queues on the sidewalk in front of the nightclub. Most of the people in the queue were youngsters. They were dressed in strange costumes, covered with tide cards all over their bodies, and there were many charming women in exposed clothes. .
Two Iron Pagoda-like robust man expressionlessly guarded the door until someone came out and stamped them in.
Zuo Yi looked up at the neon sign hanging above. The four English words "Duke" above were particularly eye-catching.
The Duke Club, a nightclub in the Newton City's Manton district, is well-known in the United States of America's World. It welcomes all Transcendents to visit and offers a full range of enjoyment.
The club's Boss Duke Leslie is on the list provided by the Tarot Club, a disciple who knows the council.
But the evidence the Tarot would have is not enough to prove him, and the Leslie family is famous in Nuelech, and its power is very strong.
The Tarot Association has always suspected that the Duke Club was used to recruit new blood. They tried to get nails to obtain information. As a result, the spy entered and there was no news.
Zuo Yi went straight to the door of the club.
A janitor said solemnly: "Boy, go back in line."
"I don't think I need it."
Zuo Yi reached out his right hand, held a coin in his palm, and melted into a mass of metallic liquid under the watch of the other party.
"Sir please …"
The fierce janitor changed his face immediately, he opened the door respectfully and bent over and made an invitation gesture.
The Duke Club welcomes all Transcendent. If he dares to shut out Zuo Yi, he will definitely not see the sun of tomorrow.
"Thank you."
Zuo Yi gave a big bill as a tip and walked into the club with the envy and jealous eyes of others.
Passing through a short corridor, the stained glass door in front opens automatically, and a sudden wave of heat assaults the senses!
This nightclub is super large. The main hall has an area of several thousand square meters, and there are three floors above and below. The interior decoration style is radical and full of avant-garde and heavy metal taste.
Youngsters of men and women surround the front of the stage. In the excitement of music and the roar of the DJ, they twist the body desperately following the girl above, and a multi-colored laser sweeps across the audience chaotically, refracting an extremely noisy scene.
In such an environment, it is difficult for ordinary people to control their emotions, and they will follow "Hi" involuntarily.
Zuo Yi noticed that some tattooed teenagers shuttled through the crowd to sell contraband, and the air was mixed with strange smells.
He glanced left and right, and squeezed to the bar.
The bar is long, and five or six bartenders are busy preparing drinks for guests.
Zuo Yi found an empty seat and sat down. He dropped a large note on the bar and said to the bartender in front: "Give me a cup of your hand."
The bartender stowed the banknotes very skillfully, said with a slight smile: "Please wait."
The bartender quickly prepared a glass of red Cocktail for Zuo Yi and handed it respectfully: "Flame Hell."
Zuo Yi took it and took a sip, and nodded said, "Not bad."
The bartender was a little proud: "This is my own creation, and most people can only drink at most."
In the nightclubs and bars of Nulai City, a bartender can't linger without the ability to take care of the house.
Zuo Yi smiled.
The bartender tentatively asked, "Are you Korean?"
Zuo Yi shook the head: "No."
The bartender immediately said with certainty: "Then you must be a Chinese!"
Zuo Yi was a little curious: "Why isn't it Dongdong people?"
For these Europeans and Americans, Asians, especially those from the three East Asian countries, belong to the same face, and no specific nationality can be distinguished at all.
The bartender said with a smile: "I haven't seen any people like you that tall."
Zuo Yi laughed suddenly.
The bartender was quite interesting. He dropped another big bill and asked, "Have your Boss come tonight?"
According to the Tarot Society's information, if nothing happens, Duke Lesley will basically stay in the club for fun.
The banknote disappeared instantly on the counter, and the bartender pointed his finger upstairs and said, "Boss is on the third floor, but …"
He kindly advised: "There are many people who come here to find us Boss, but very few people are qualified to talk to him, and if you make him unhappy, you will definitely regret it."
"Thank you."
Zuo Yi raised his glass, drank the glass of flame hell, and walked up the stairs next to it.
The bartender closed the empty glass and watched Zuo Yi's back shook the head.
He is not very bullish on Zuo Yi.
Because the Duke doesn't like Chinese people, he already warned that Zuo Yi would not care about him if he didn't listen.
Zuo Yi went to the second floor smoothly, but he was stopped by the stairs leading to the third floor.
The man in a suit wearing sunglasses said coldly, "It can't go up."
"I heard your boss is looking for this …"
A flip of Zuo Yi's wrist revealed a piece of Escaping Death Golden Medal: "I'm here to make a deal with him."
The man in the suit stared at the gold medal frowned, a little hesitant.
Zuo Yi passed the gold medal: "Show your Boss, I believe he will meet me."
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