Trafford’s Trading Club

Vika crouched herself and moved beneath a long table by the banquet hall with a variety of foods and drinks.

He felt it was too unsafe to even do that, so he secretly took a silver plate and stuffed it in his clothes.

“Does this work?” Vera around me had to take a white glance.

Vika was quick: “Nokia hasn't been produced in a long time. It's better to hold this than it hasn't been... Are these Decapita guys crazy? ”

Vera probe went out to take a look and said, "Are they crazy? I don't know. I just know you must be crazy. I actually bought this dress for me. Do you have any idea how inconvenient it is? ”

“Oh, I'll notice next time… No, I don't want another time! ”

Vera frowned and confused at the moment, and she saw the guy who poured wine on Unknown Girl, and at that time... he sat down.

He was sitting at the table, and there were two seemingly calm people sitting, "Is that them? ”

Vera remarked stunnedly.

Vika, who didn't dare to probe out, said nervously, "What are they, yours? ”

Vera sighed for a while, squatted down, took off her high heels, and tore off the skirt pendulum until the crack almost reached the root of her thigh. She just took a look at Vika: "Where's your weapon? ”

“Oh, yes, my weapon!” Vika hastily took her clothes off, “I found them! ”

I saw him rushing out and grabbing something with his hands was... the remote!

It also seemed to find that what she had pulled out was a little bad, and Vika quickly stuffed it back into her clothes, which was why she pulled out a short pistol - not even a large number of slaps - from her back.

“How about that! Is this okay? ”

Vera sighed, she reached out to the table, touched another plate of iron, and handed it to Vika, blessing her authentically: "Vladimir, the great pioneer of the revolution, will bless you. ”

“But I've never been to Lenin Square to mourn him! Vera, Vera, Vera...”

But Vera has rolled out of here just like that.

Vika at Lenin Square didn't dare go out at all and didn't feel very safe even if Vera gave him another plate of iron.

So he took another one, and he kept stuffing it in his clothes, three more pieces.

He thinks he's so fucking smart!

……

“Why would I be interested in these things?” Yuri suddenly looked at each other and asked.

In front of this clown mask, with his own smile, Yuri had to have the idea that whatever the club owner was going to say next was ridiculous.

“Sit in a warm place and listen to the cold stories, feel the chill of winter in front of the fireplace...” Lochu said slowly at this time: “This is what Mr. Yuri said before, and I think it's good. ”

Are you laughing? And back to what I said... but Yuri didn't have anything to complain about. Perhaps it has long been established in his mind that if the other party did not carry ridicule, it would not fulfill its wishes in this way.

“I never knew your name.” Yuri shook her head and mocked herself.

He looked around him at the same time - ordinary people would be frightened in such terrible and dangerous circumstances. But he felt he didn't.

He just knew that his life wasn't long, he knew that he had died once, and now every minute of his life, there seemed to be nothing to fear.

But he didn't get the other guy's answer, and he already had his familiar voice cut into his conversation with the club owner.

Yuri had already felt her shoulder being pressed, and very quickly —— the other side wrapped his arm around his neck and strangled him.

It's not too tight, but it doesn't look very relaxed, it's the kind of tighter, more intense flavor to blackmail.

At the same time, his temple felt frozen against something cold.

“Sir, please stop what you are doing… before things get out of hand. ”

Anna... the person behind Yuri, is Anna.

And Yuri closed his eyes, and he tried to wipe the smile off the clown mask in front of him from his head, and he said, "Anna, aren't you going to see who I am? ”

“Who are you? ”

Anna tightened her eyebrows the moment she was called directly by her name.

Yuri said softly: "I've taken off my blindfold. You just have to take a look, you know? ”

Yuri stood up, and he reached out and patted Annale's arm on his neck gently, "Relax. You're invisible, confident, and the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Why use this ugliness to destroy the beauty you have? ”

Anna hesitated for a moment and looked around —— she found that since she had taken this guy, the guys in white suits had stopped and approached her.

The gunfight in the ballroom was at a standstill.

Anna took a deep breath, and the bullet head moved from the temple to the back of the other person's head and sank: “You can turn around. ”

Yuri, turn around.

Anna's pupils suddenly widened a little, unconsciously opening her lips.

Yuri raised her hands slightly and whistled, softly: "Anna, look, I even resisted, right? What, didn't you recognize me? Or did I just shave and you forgot what I looked like? Didn't you shave for me once? ”

“Impossible...”

Anna murmured in horror - but her fingers almost instinctively pulled the trigger on the pistol!

Whoo-!

But at this moment her wrist came with a sharp pain, a bright little knife, which had been stuck in her back... almost pierced her back!

Anna screamed and the pistol fell to the ground, still quietly approaching a man in a white suit, flying straight over to the ground, then grabbed her hands and placed them behind her back, completely in uniform.

“Boss, you just did that, it's too dangerous. ”

The old butler took a look at his clothes, covered the knife in the bar between his waist, walked up to Yuri and frowned.

Surprised that the old man still had this flying stunt, Yuri just shook his head, and he walked up to Anna and looked at her with horror.

He stretched his hand on her face, moaning, softly: “I'm back... you said you wouldn't forget, would it be deeper now? ”

Anna shook her head incredibly slightly... it was really him - Yuri, the guy who once had the gift of brilliant painting but was destitute enough to stay on the street.

He... what's going on with the Decabees?

What matters is, why isn't he dead?

“Boss, what about these guys? ”

Suddenly, behind Yuri came the voice of Deepika's men, who turned around and saw that the club owner who had given himself all this now was being guarded by guns.

“Be nice. These two are my most important friends.” Yuri waved.

Bang, bang, bang, bang--!

He then took the pistol from Edgar's hand and suddenly hit the ceiling with all the bullets inside, saying, "Look, in two days' time, I'm going to have a real" Nobody's Girl "auction! About today, you're all frightened, me! Yuri, the heir to the Decabees, will pay adequate compensation! ”