BVAHEDLA[W Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Zerg 17 Hehe~

Chapter 83: Zerg 17 Hehe~

? Why is Arnold here?

Amoris paused in wiping the glass in his hand. After a moment of stunned silence, he set the glass down as if in a daze.

A crisp “clink” sounded as the glass touched the counter.

The sound was very soft, and no one should have noticed. But Amoris still felt a gaze on him.

He hurriedly lowered his head, his forehead hair covering most of his face. Moreover, Amoris had put on some makeup to disguise himself as Black, modifying his features and contours.

The current Amoris looked rounder in the cheeks than usual. Besides, the melancholy and timid temperament all over him made him look like a different person.

No one should recognize him…

Moreover, there was a considerable distance between the bar and the entrance of the club, not to mention the booths and the flow of people in between. He could recognize Arnold only because of his overly conspicuous silver hair.

Amoris thought so, but his heart was inexplicably flustered. However, because his head was lowered, he didn’t know if Arnold had noticed him.

Fortunately, someone solved his predicament.

“Hey, a whiskey, please.”

A sudden, broad figure blocked the dazzling lights from the stage and the seemingly absent-minded gaze.

Amoris raised his head slightly and met a scrutinizing gaze, with a hint of covetousness in it.

The visitor was wearing elaborate clothes, adorned with jewels. Especially the ring on his right index finger looked to be of considerable quality. However, because of his obese figure, even the most beautiful clothes were wasted on him, like a meticulously dressed white, fat maggot. Who knew if a button would pop off and hit him in the face in the next second.

It seemed that the other party was a male. Amoris secretly observed and made a judgment. This was his habit, like a detective, always subconsciously deducing a person’s profession.

Amoris did this simply because of his experiences. When arriving in a new environment, he would observe everything possible. Only in this way could he have more bargaining chips to survive.

The male was clearly trying to flirt. Amoris could see it in his eyes. However, “Black” didn’t understand these subtle overtures, so Amoris pretended not to notice the male’s lustful expression, and took out a piece of ice from the ice cabinet to shave.

The male’s name was Nite. He was a regular at this club.

This club wasn’t just a simple bar. Of course, to know the business behind it, one had to have sufficient credentials. Otherwise, for most people, this was just an ordinary bar on the outskirts.

Coincidentally, Nite was one of them. He also knew a little about Black’s background.

Nite looked at the youth in front of him, a rather greasy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

It was strange. How had he never noticed that Black was so captivating before?

Just now, when Black wiped the glass and looked up, he was sitting in a corner booth. On his left was his female slave, and on his right was another sub-male he had just met.

Even so, Nite still felt insufficient and was looking for new prey in the club.

Just now, the light refracted from the glass flashed before his eyes. He was about to get angry, but he saw a length of slender neck, with fair skin. The stage spotlight shone on him with various colors, but only the white light above the bar shone on the youth’s slightly melancholy eyebrows and eyes, beneath which were long eyelashes and a pool of blue spring water.

At that moment, Nite seemed to see a god. Otherwise, how could there be such a beautiful person in the world?

So he immediately shook off the sub-male beside him and walked towards the bar, his steps swaying, as if he was already drunk even though he hadn’t had any alcohol.

The youth was in a waiter’s uniform, his delicate waist and legs hidden beneath the bar. The shirt buttons were buttoned up tightly, and the sleeves were rolled up to his arms, revealing a length of slender forearm.

Nite greedily stared at Black’s hands as he shaved the ice. The rounded nails encased onion-white jade-like fingertips. The youth held a piece of ice in one hand and a small knife in the other. His knuckles were distinct, and the clear ice gradually turned into a ball in his hands, as if it shouldn’t be put in a glass later, but should be displayed in a museum.

The coldness produced by the ice made the parts of Black’s body that were in contact with it quickly turn red, which was particularly noticeable on his fair hands, but also particularly captivating. The temperature of his palm simultaneously caused the ice to melt quickly, coating Black’s hands with a layer of crystal.

Nite was already absent-minded. What whiskey? What could be more silky smooth than this hand?

If he wasn’t afraid of scaring the youth, he would have licked it already.

In fact, if his hands were so white, then his feet must also be…

Hehe.

Nite trembled his fat and reached out his sinful, fat hand.

Just as he was about to touch Black, he happened to have shaved the ice ball. With a “thud,” he put it into the old-fashioned glass, then poured in the golden liquor, dodging it perfectly.

Tsk. So close…

Nite muttered in his heart.

But it didn’t matter, he had other tricks.

And looking at Black, he was clearly still a virgin. If he managed to get him later, he would definitely…

Hehe.

Nite didn’t know what he was thinking of, but the smile on his lips became strange. He picked up the glass that Black handed him, took a sip, but his eyes were still glued to Black.

Tsk, so close…

Amoris picked up a towel and wiped the ice water from his hands.

He was glad he acted fast, otherwise, he would have been disgusted to death.

He never thought that his always proud observation skills would be used in this kind of place.

Speaking of which, the male shouldn’t be able to see any problems with the ice ball, right? Taking a step back, the male shouldn’t be able to taste the razor blade, right? Taking ten thousand steps back, the male shouldn’t die from eating a razor blade, right?

That was a good question, Amoris pondered. The scene in his mind had already gone from the Male Protection Association coming to make trouble to how to dispose of the body without being discovered.

Would anyone believe him if he said the male died from an alcohol allergy?

In fact, when Amoris saw Nite reaching out his hand, there was still a bit of the ice ball that hadn’t been shaved off. In the end, to be quick, he directly stabbed the knife into it. Who knew that when he pulled it out, a miracle happened, and the tip of the knife broke off inside.

Looking at the male’s drinking action, Amoris couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

Should he find an excuse to leave here?

Time passed by minute by minute. Fortunately, the male wasn’t really here to drink.

Nite preened and posed for a while, almost revealing the waistband of his designer underwear, but this unromantic sub-male didn’t even look at him.

It was really infuriating. Nite slammed the glass on the table angrily, but he wouldn’t give up.

Later, he would definitely have a good talk with the club’s manager and deduct Black’s salary severely!

In fact, rich males like Nite could completely force females with some tricks, and no one would say anything about it afterward.

But he had a very strict male father, and even his coming to the club tonight was sneaking out. His male father was one of the few males who wouldn’t arbitrarily insult females and only married one female consort, his female father.

If his male father knew that he had forced a female…

Even pointing a finger at him and scolding him for being a disgrace would be considered light. Maybe he would directly have his female father drive a mecha and blast him off to a junk star, as if he didn’t have a male son like him.

Eek, how scary.

Nite felt a shiver down his spine just thinking about it.

He had to think of another method.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He grabbed the unknown drink on the table and gulped it all down.

Seeing Nite leave, Amoris slowly exhaled.

After being harassed by the male, Amoris didn’t see clearly where Arnold went. Whether he left or not, it was best not to run into him.

He sighed.

Hopefully, no one would disturb him next.

The only thing to do now was to wait, wait for Baron Albert to come.

Time flew by. Finally, half an hour before midnight, Amoris awaited his target.

Baron Albert came alone.

As soon as he entered, he searched purposefully, as if he had an appointment with someone in advance.

At this moment, the dance floor at the front seemed to have reached its climax. The crowd let out fierce cheers, and several people were trying hard to squeeze forward.

This was a perfect opportunity for Amoris to fish in troubled waters.

It was normal for a bartender who had been working all night to go to the bathroom.

He grabbed a waiter at random, forced him to take his place, clutched his stomach, put on a painful look, and headed to the restroom, ignoring the waiter’s shouts behind him.

Before he could reach the door, another rolling body bumped him open without mercy, rushed in, and slammed the door shut.

Amoris was caught off guard and staggered. When he came back to his senses, he only saw the door closing quickly in front of him, shaking from the impact.

If he wasn’t mistaken, wasn’t this the male who had harassed him just now?

What was going on?

He looked at it strangely. Fortunately, he wasn’t really going to the bathroom.

Just then, a metal sign on the wall was illuminated by the light, emitting a moment of reflection.

It was this reflection that allowed Amoris to see the words written on it:

Kitchen, No Admittance.

…

The sign was black, made of some kind of ore, and looked quite expensive. It blended perfectly with the color of the surrounding walls, completely failing to serve as a warning.

Amoris was silent.

So, he had gone to the wrong place?

Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder.

Amoris turned around and saw the waiter he had grabbed to forcibly take his place.

The waiter was panting, bending over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath: “Hey, you run so fast.”

“I was just about to call you to remind you. The bathroom is over there,”

the waiter said, then turned around and pointed in the opposite direction from where Amoris had run.

“Then what is this?” Amoris was already a little numb.

“This is the kitchen. I remember a customer ordered a bowl of curry rice just now. Huh, why is the door closed?” the waiter said strangely. He opened his terminal, sent a few messages, and continued, “The bathroom is over there. Come with me.”

Amoris nodded.

But when he followed the waiter to the real bathroom, a scream echoed throughout the club.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Who drank all my laxatives?!”

His screams instantly attracted the dissatisfaction of many people.

In a chorus of curses, Amoris’s expression changed. He suddenly thought of something and turned to look in the direction of the kitchen—

A steaming curry was being carried out, but the color looked strange no matter how one looked at it. It was golden with a hint of brown, and even the air was filled with a strange smell.

Kitchen.

Tony picked up a large spoon and stirred the curry.

Huh? Why is the color so strange today? Even the smell is weird, like a strange, rich fragrance.

No way, isn’t this pre-made?

Could it have gone bad?

Moreover, he remembered that the club bought the cheapest pre-made meals to save money.

The boss’s original words were: Anyway, they’re all drunk. What’s the difference between cheap and expensive? When the time comes, put it on a delicate plate, and they’ll be able to eat even shit.

This is strange. Tony looked at the curry he had stirred, the small fire was still heating it, making a gurgling sound. The curry became thicker and thicker as the water evaporated, and a few bubbles popped up. Along with the bubbles, solid food was churning.

Where did the meat chunks come from? And they were stewed so soft.

Tony frowned and scooped a spoonful from the pot, just about to put it to his mouth—

“No, what if it’s expired? The stingy boss doesn’t reimburse for work-related injuries.”

So he dropped the spoon and went to the ice cabinet to check.

Nite was shivering in a corner.

Suddenly, he felt a wetness on his butt, and it was still a little warm, as if he had been licked by something. But he didn’t dare to look back, afraid that a large movement would cause him to be discovered.

“Hey, Wangcai, how did you get in here? Get out quickly.”

A voice suddenly rang out above Nite’s head.

“Shh, sit down.”

Although Nite didn’t understand, he sat down as instructed.

“Good dog,” Tony took advantage of Wangcai’s unpreparedness, picked it up, and rubbed its furry head, “I’ll send you back.”

Nite was stunned.

And Tony didn’t seem to notice anything wrong. He carried the dog out the door. Wangcai was their boss’s pet. If it was lost, they might have to take the blame, so he should send it back quickly.