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For money? That's easy to talk about.
He probed with a few more questions, gradually letting his guard down in his eyes, and signalled someone beside him. Then he stood up, "You guys keep chatting, I'm going to the restroom."
In the dance floor, men and women writhed their bodies in frenzy, while streams of light poured down. The young man's delicate profile flickered dimly in the dark.
Suddenly, a shadow fell in front of her. Gu Danyu raised an eyebrow and looked up.
The man was wearing a tank top, his brawny arms full of tattoos, his face fierce, "Hey, kid, are you the new one who came to join Mister Ming?"
Gu Danyu knew very well who had sent the man from the vague stares coming from upstairs.
Trying to test her abilities?
"Young Man" stood up lazily, full of arrogance, and glanced back dismissively, "And who might you be?"
"Hah, I'm your Master Long!" Tattooed Man glared menacingly, grabbing the young one by the collar.
