"I'll arrange for someone to take you away tomorrow. Get ready. Don't go out today."
Sister Hong said this coldly and left the private room.
I froze.
Didn't you say three days?
So soon?
Something must have happened?
As I chased after her, I heard her instructing Sister Yan: "Your task today is to keep an eye on him and don't let him out of your sight. I'll tell you tomorrow how he'll leave. Before he goes, give him ten thousand, no, make it thirty thousand in cash."
Seeing her solemn expression, I suddenly felt I couldn't even ask.
Without giving me time to react, she grabbed her small bag and headed for the back door of the bar.
That was her office and lounge.
After she was out of my sight, I pointed in the direction she had left and asked Sister Yan, "What does she mean? What happened?"
Sister Yan pulled me aside and said seriously, "No matter who you are or what happened before, just listen to Sister Hong, and you won't go wrong. If she wants you to leave tomorrow, you leave tomorrow."
I laughed, "Who does she think she is? I'll leave just because she told me to? Let me tell you, I originally planned to leave after three days, but now that she's suddenly acting like this, I don't want to leave anymore. Are you going to watch me? Fine, I need to go to the restroom now. Do you want to come with me?"
"Also, we agreed on ten thousand for helping her with this task, don't give me thirty thousand. I won't take a cent more."
Am I really a piece of dough to her?
To be sent away when she wants, and to leave whenever she dictates?
Does this woman think she's my boss?
And she wants to give me thirty thousand? To get rid of me?
If I were so easy to talk to, so obedient, would I have caused so much trouble?
This instantly startled Sister Yan.
She quickly followed me and did indeed follow me into the restroom.
Fortunately, this was the staff restroom, and no one else was there.
"Sister Yan, are you here to watch me pee? If you don't leave, I'll really take it out."
I thought she would leave.
But to my surprise, she just turned around slightly, not looking in my direction, and didn't move an inch.
Now, I was the one who felt awkward?
Am I someone who's never seen such a situation?
At that moment, I really unzipped my pants, pulled out my manhood, and started to pee with a sizzle.
I had held it for quite a while, so it was a large and plentiful stream.
I'm also in good health, and the flow was strong.
Sister Yan's ears suddenly turned red.
This immediately caught my attention.
I decided to be mischievous.
I quietly put my manhood back in and zipped up.
Then I suddenly said to Sister Yan, "Sister Yan, my zipper seems to be broken. What kind of clothes did you buy?"
"Ah? How is that possible? It's new from a brand store, how could it be broken?"
When she turned to look at my lower body, she remembered the situation.
She immediately turned her head away, her face blushing again.
And then, in that instant, she saw that my door was securely closed.
This made her both angry and amused.
"I've discovered you're quite mischievous."
Seeing her flushed face, I smiled triumphantly.
"Don't be like Sister Hong, always so serious. Can't anything be resolved?"
I said nonchalantly, washing my hands.
At my age, with my courage and temperament, how could I possibly take her seriousness to heart?
"Oh, you, just try to understand Sister Hong's difficulties. Don't deliberately oppose her. In short, she won't harm you. Just listen to her, okay?"
Sister Yan pleaded softly.
Hearing her try to coax me like this, I almost agreed to her request to leave tomorrow.
Most of the time, I respond to kindness, not force.
But there are also times when I respond to neither kindness nor force.
It all depends on my mood.
But thinking of Sister Hong's cold attitude just now, and her secretive behavior, I felt displeased.
As the two of us walked out of the restroom, we bumped into a fresh-faced waitress about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Seeing me and Sister Yan emerge from the restroom simultaneously, she gasped and covered her mouth, looking at Sister Yan with even greater astonishment.
This is a bar, not an entertainment club.
How could someone be with Sister Yan in the restroom??
If this were an entertainment club, it would be commonplace. Forget the restroom, even at the booths, scandalous scenes were endless.
But in their bar, how could such a thing happen?
What was most shocking was that it was their Sister Yan?
How was this possible?
Sister Yan sternly instructed her, "Rong'er, don't overthink things. Nothing happened. And don't go spreading rumors. Do you understand?"
The waitress, Rong'er, quickly agreed, lowered her head, and went into the restroom. As soon as she entered, she closed the door, as if eager to distance herself from the matter.
I spread my hands, "You can't blame me for this. Sister Hong ordered it, and you were so obedient, you even followed me into the restroom. Were you only relieved when you heard me pee?"
Sister Yan glared at me.
"Looking at your behavior, it's no wonder Sister Hong wants to send you away immediately. You really are someone who makes trouble."
Through this brief incident, she had gained a preliminary understanding of me.
I was stunned for a moment, not expecting her to have such keen observation skills.
Truly, a strong general has no weak soldiers.
"Hey, Sister Yan, let me ask you something. What about that bodyguard, A Biao? I haven't seen him at all?"
Sister Yan sighed, "We can't find him. Don't know where he's disappeared to. We've called countless times, but his phone is off. We checked his dorm, no one was there."
"How did I just hear that he was originally one of Third Fatty's men? Why was he assigned to Sister Hong? And he's so incompetent? Given that big fatty's methods, wouldn't he have killed him?"
I was very confused.
Sister Yan looked at me in surprise. She hadn't been inside, so she naturally didn't know that I had already overheard a lot of inside information.
"You actually know all this? It seems Sister Hong really trusts you."
"Tell me carefully, what exactly happened?"
My curiosity was piqued.
"No, I dare not say."
Sister Yan shook her head vigorously. As she returned to the bar counter to prepare for work, she took out a cup and looked like she was about to mix me a drink.
"Just say something, pick what you think you can say. If I'm satisfied, maybe I'll agree to leave here sooner."
I dangled the bait.
These were empty words, costing me nothing, neither money nor emotions.
Besides, whether I was satisfied or not was up to me.
Sister Yan hesitated, "Are you serious? You can't lie to me."
"I wouldn't lie to anyone, certainly not to you, Sister Yan."
I could spew such player lines for three hours straight.
Sister Yan looked around. When she saw no one else was nearby, and was just about to speak, two men in black clothes suddenly entered from the main hall.
They came one after another.
Carrying a large sack on their shoulders.
They reached the bar entrance, tossed the sack inside, and then turned and left.
The bar staff were startled.
They all shouted for Sister Yan.
I also noticed and followed.
I saw blood seeping out of the sack.
The staff's faces turned pale.
No one dared to approach.
I stepped forward unflinchingly and opened the sack.
A head emerged from inside, barely breathing, its face covered in blood, making it impossible to recognize the short-haired head.
As soon as the sack was opened, the bloody contents spilled out.
The entire bar was filled with the smell of blood.
Sister Yan, her face pale, came closer, covering her nose and mouth. When she saw the face, she screamed: "A Biao!"
If I heard correctly, the person who was beaten half to death, stuffed into a sack, and covered in injuries, was A Biao, Sister Hong's bodyguard who had disappeared for the entire day, the one we were just talking about.