I Am In Marvel

Caesar was sitting on the sofa in the club hall, tasting the wine while collecting all kinds of information.

After a while, he saw Colonel Heng Deli, holding the girl in his left and right hands, and wearing a plush cape in front of a woman who was exposed in this kind of entertainment, leaking a lot of spring, but still showing the empress aura. Under the lead, walked to one of the private rooms with curtains.

In the lobby of the club, all the security guards subconsciously stepped aside, not daring to stop the woman's pace.The frequent visitors did not come forward to strike up a conversation either. Although the eyes looking at the woman were obscene and conquerable, they were more of a fear that was hard to conceal.

If you have a deep understanding of the Hellfire Club, you will know that the current woman is the legendary boss behind the scenes.The Hellfire Club is loved by the upper class and is popular in black and white, but it is not an ordinary nightclub.

And as the behind-the-scenes boss of the club, women are naturally not ordinary senior girls.

When she lowered the curtain of the private room, the white queen's beautiful eyes swept across the lively hall, and her eyes paused slightly on Caesar.Her brows frowned slightly, feeling as if the other party had seen it somewhere, but she quickly lowered the curtain without leaving a trace.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

Caesar's eyes drooped, his back leaned comfortably on the sofa-backed chair, raised his neck, drank the wine in the glass in one sip, snapped his fingers at the passing sommelier, "One more glass of brandy."

"Yes, sir." The sommelier took the glass respectfully.

At this moment, a young sexy girl walked into the entrance of the club hall.

The girl has long dark golden hair that reaches her waist, and her appearance is considered top in this place where beautiful women gather.A good figure with a healthy wheat color makes people have a bright sense of sight.She also wore a black sexy three-point pose, but she was a little bit embarrassed. She put her hands on her lower abdomen with a little tension, and stepped on the red carpet with her bare feet on her toes.

Several middle-aged gentlemen who were still in the hall moved slightly, rubbing their palms, and quickly gathered around the girl like a wolf smelling blood.

In the Hellfire Club, guests have the right to choose a girl, but the girl does not have the right to choose, whoever makes an appointment first.

"That one……"

The girl saw a few people approaching her and couldn't help shrinking herself. She was just trying to find a reason to refuse. Unexpectedly, someone suddenly stepped forward and stretched out her hand to wrap her waist without fat.After she exclaimed, she took it into her arms directly as possession.

"Sorry, I made an appointment for this." Caesar held the newly changed glass and smiled while hugging the girl's face.

The girl was stunned, her brain was blank, and she forgot to resist.

The other middle-aged gentlemen who were a step late looked at the robbing teenagers, and the elegant faces of the gentlemen immediately froze.

The corners of Caesar's mouth rose, and he walked to the sofa with the girl, leaving behind the few middle-aged gentlemen with sullen faces.

"Little bastard!"

As a senior Italian diplomat, Griff had never been so angry that he had to go forward to a theoretical confrontation with Caesar, but he was stopped by two old friends who were traveling with him.

"Forget it, Griff, it's not good to make trouble here."

"Yeah. Give some face to the Hellfire Club, wait until you get out of this door, and then slowly settle your calculations."

Hearing his friend’s advice, Griff stared his eyes, blowing his beard, and looking angrily at Caesar’s distant back, "Well then, count him luck."

Bringing the girl to a corner, Caesar first sat down on the sofa, then pulled the girl into his arms, and handed the shaking glass to her lips, "Come on, drink with me."

"Woo." The girl was still half-stunned, opening her lips nicely, taking a sip of wine, her white cheeks fluttered with blush.

Caesar kept smiling and continued to shake the wine glass. Looking at the remaining lip marks on the edge of the glass, he took a sip of the wine and commented, "Not bad."

"you you……"

The girl finally realized that she was molested by a boy who was five years younger than herself. She subconsciously wanted to get rid of Caesar's arms. As a result, Caesar hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear: "You, no Girl?"

There was a stormy sea in the girl's heart, she stopped resisting, pretending to be confused and whispered: "What are you talking about?"

Caesar smiled, holding her slender hand, approaching her earlobe and replied: "You have a crusty skin on the index finger of your right hand. Although it is not obvious, you can tell it by touching it. It is incompatible with the rest of the smooth parts. It's because of the long-term use of guns."

"I practice self-defense, can't it?" The girl was still stiff.

Caesar blinked and said, "Yes. But as a girl, your body is too clean. If you are not experienced enough, I can teach you at night."

"You... little bastard."

Obviously he was much older, but was molested several times. The girl was defeated again, and the boy in front of him was definitely an old fried dough stick.Despite this, she didn't show any panic. Since the teenager knew that she was not a girl, he helped her out, which means that the other party did not have any malicious intentions.

"My name is Caesar, what about you, sister?" Caesar held the girl and continued to taste the wine.

"Mora. According to age, you should call my sister."

Mora lifted her head up dissatisfiedly and glanced at Caesar unanimously, but at such a close distance, she finally saw him completely, and the noses were almost touching each other, causing her to bounce away in an electric shock. .

Before she bounced a few centimeters away, Caesar pulled her into his arms again, "Be careful, the security here is watching."

"Damn, bear with you!"

Mora gritted her teeth. If the CIA training center knows, the female devil who hasn't known how many male agents has slept on the ground is lying in the arms of the teenager as gentle as a cat. I don't know what kind of sensation it will cause.

"Hey, that's right."

Caesar smiled faintly, "Since we know each other, can you tell me your origin and purpose?"

"Of course not."

Mora resolutely refused, and then hesitated, "Unless, you help me divert the attention of the security guards in the hall... Forget it, you can't do this."

"Then it's settled."

Caesar suddenly released Mora and stood up from the sofa, which made Mora feel a little lost. In a daze, he saw Caesar walking towards the Griff three who were still in the hall.

"What does he want to do?" Mora was stunned.

The three Griffs were drinking and chatting, looking for new girls, Caesar walked up to them.Seeing that it was Caesar, Griff received a heavy slap on his face abruptly before he could react.

'Snapped!'

An extremely loud slap in the face of the Hellfire Club made the guests cover their mouths in horror, and also attracted the attention of the guard on duty.

"You, what are you doing!" Griff held his injured left cheek and looked at Caesar angrily, his flushed face quickly swelled up.

"Nothing. I remember, you just gave me a look and I was very upset, so I slapped you to discourage."

Caesar took it for granted, and took out the white handkerchief and wiped his slapped palm.

Griff's eyes were burning, and he said angrily: "Are you humiliating me specifically? Do you know who I am?!"

"No, no, I'm not targeting you alone."

Caesar threw away the handkerchief, and said calmly, "I mean you and the two behind him are all rubbish, which has stained my eyes. The trouble will immediately disappear from my eyes now!"

As soon as this extremely arrogant remark came out, the entire hall of the Hellfire Club was in an uproar.