Trafford’s Trading Club

Hung Guan didn't get up all of a sudden after being hit on the ground. Nor was he going to fight back when he just punched himself in the face, even as he hit him on the ground.

Hung Guan just sat on the floor, lowered his head, reached out and wiped the cheek of the raw pain, in the mouth, because of the reason of the heavy blow, had already overflowed with blood,

Hung Guan took a look at the blood stains on his fingers.

At this time, Cheng suddenly reached out and seemed to be trying to pull people up. When Hung Guan waved open his hand, they stared at each other like this.

After a while, Hung Guan climbed up on his own, tidying up his clothes and whispering indifferently: “I'm going to find someone to fix my makeup. I won't be lazy at the show tonight. But anyway, this is my last show. ”

After looking at the complexity of his face, Hong Guan sighed and patted him on the shoulder before leaving: “Go wash your face and wake up. Whether it's your fire or something. ”

Before Hong Guan opened the door and left, Cheng suddenly held his fist, “Hung Guan, have you forgotten what we said before? ”

Two people on their backs.

Hung Guan leaned back and took a deep breath. "My wife is about to give birth. Hospitalization, maternity, it's all about money. When the child is born..."

Hung Guan shook his head, “You know... I'm not alone anymore, I do whatever I want. Like now, I can't let my wife and kids live without a meal. Don't you get it? Not that no one understands our music, but that we don't have that talent at all. And then..."

He finally turned his head slightly and looked back at Cheng, “Besides, like now, holding the name of a band of villagers and begging them to put on the stage to perform, like a grandson, don't you... feel bad? ”

The door doesn't know when it's closed.

Cheng also covered his forehead and squatted to the ground. The sound of the club outside is very loud, and even if it gets here, the floor is left with a slight vibration.

Cheng also changed from holding his forehead to covering his face with his hands and squatting on the ground. He didn't know when the band was getting smaller... and he and Hung Kuan were the only ones left.

Even the name of this so-called ‘concert’ here is not what it was.

Cheng also can't remember what the first member who left and what he said… Even what Hung Guan just said, he hopes to be forgotten soon.

Dude, I met a couple of guys while they were drifting north.

Junior, bloodthirsty, fearless, trespassing north.

“I'm the only one left. ”

Cheng suddenly stood up and grabbed a guitar against the corner of the wall and smashed it against the floor.

Smash it with a crushed bone!

“I'm all alone! I'm all alone! I'm all alone! Just me!!! Go!! Everybody go!! All gone!! Let's go!!!!! Ah!!!!!! ”

Cheng also eventually stopped his hand. He held the electric guitar with only a fraction of the head, and covered his eyes. Alone.

Alone.

……

Silently became a gourd eater too, and stayed here after the Hung crown left.

After two sips of Chivas with a sheep in his hand, Tai Yin turned around and walked all the way towards the road he was coming from. On his palm, a white card is hiding.

It seems to be switching freely between agglomeration and dissipation.

It's just that the club's 'super newbie' is so calm he doesn't know what he's thinking.

It wasn't until Tai Yin followed the master's scent that he finally came to Boss Lo's face that the white card on his hand eventually took shape.

And the face of the too shady has been replaced with the pleasure of being like a eunuch.

Looks like Mr. Lo was talking to the maid about something. He glanced at Too Shady and wondered, "Too Shady, have you made a trip? ”

“Master, look. ”

Too shady hands with white cards on their hands.

Only when Rochu's palm was about to touch this card, the eyes of the prick suddenly dropped slightly. Boss Lo's hand stopped, "Too shady, you don't want me to look at this Golden Master file, do you? ”

“No...” Too shady raised his head, positively: “How could I! Old Dao, I'm just... I'm just scared! ”

“Oh?” said Rochu curiously. “What are you afraid of? ”

Tai Yin said: "Didn't I always screw things up? I don't know if this is the right fit... or if the owner will allow me to study it again? ”

The maid next door was not too salty at the moment: "Too shady, have you forgotten the rules of the club? Formed white cards must be handed over to the owner in any case. If you don't turn it in, you're doomed. ”

“Well...” The shady face changed slightly and finally bit the tooth canal: “Master, look. ”

When Lochu put the white card in his hand, he suddenly made a slight ‘um’ sound, slightly skewed.

Too shady, but the first reaction is not to feel the boss dislike it, but to notice something - it's too shady and familiar.

This is obviously how he reacted when he walked 500 years ago when he stumbled across an uninterrupted visitor.

At this point, the maid lowered her head and whispered in Lochu's ear: "Master, I'll go check it out. ”

Yu Night walked into the crowd of the club dance hall.

“Master, there just seems to be someone spying on you!” Too Yin frowned.

Mr. Lo, who held the white card in his hand, laughed. “What do I have to be watched for? I feel like I'm spying on you a little more. ”

Tai Yin pointed stunnedly at himself and said, "Poor way? ”

Saying, Tai Yin frowned, turned around and carefully gauged the crowd in this dance hall. “Well, yes! This place wasn't expecting so much smoke. ”

I didn't pay much attention to what I was just thinking about, and now I can easily spot a few different demons and some lonely wildlings wandering around here.

Too shady glanced at him and stretched out his hand to protect him in front of Boss Luo. "Don't worry, master! Even crushed bones will protect your safety! ”

“Drink. ”

Lochu shook his head, looking like he couldn't help but reach out and grab an unopened bottle of Chivas from the bar table and move it to Tai Yin's face, “You find the Golden Lord and you're about to go on stage. ”

“Master, you… have you already approved?” Too shady for a moment.

Rochu shook his head and didn't say anything. He just touched the whole piece of Chivas with the 'Gin-Fizz’ in his hand and smiled: “Cheers. ”

At the same time, a man dressed as a trendy man on the stage held a microphone and shouted out loud: "Ladies and gentlemen! Let's make the atmosphere a little more lively, shall we? Okay? Do you want to hear something wilder...”

……

……

“… more houmi's voice? It's not too late! We invite out immediately, our famous band, the 'Germain Chariot' combo!!! ”

That's the sound that you can hear across the wall… in the alley behind the nightclub door, you can hear it in vain.

The maid missed her head slightly, and after hearing this, she turned around and looked at the back of her face...

Seeing this backdrop, for a moment, gives the maid a sense of acquaintance.

How do I put it?

Weird head, large sleeve plaid shirt and narrow-footed trumpet pants... the maid feels like she sees the club's new black soul messenger.

At this moment, this weird man in front of me suddenly stopped, “Ha, I just looked at you in the crowd and chased me here. Is it really too much of a charm relationship? ”

With a thick mouthful of river cavity, the weird man turned his body, hip-hop: “Ha, you're beautiful though! But it's only second to none, so don't fall in love with me. Ha! ”

The maid had no expression, but her blue eyes lit up slightly, "Can I ask you a question? ”

“Ha! Well said, if I want to answer, I'll answer you, but...” The other person dumps his head, "if I don't like it, I won't. ”

“Why are you staring at us? ”

“Ha! My eyes are on me. What am I supposed to see? ”

Weird man, squirming his mouth, his eyes flashed a few times, his pupils glistened with gold, "Ha! No ghosts, no demons. What are you? Funny, funny! ”

“Me?” The maid smiled softly: “Of course I belong only to my master, and...”

Weird man suddenly stunned, the beautiful woman in front of him suddenly just disappeared seemingly... the next brother-in-law appeared in front of him, very close.

And the sound, as if it were ringing in his ear.

“... and besides my owner, people really don't like to have people shouting at me. ”

Weird man... Little Santa Claus burst all over his body like a static half, one burst up, and then took a step back.

His heart was more like a thunderous blow, and his scalp was numb, "Ha... interesting... interesting. ”

Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman in front of her was just blunt: "My master doesn't like pointless shooting. Since you're just curious, it's nothing. But next time, please be careful… what you say. ”

The maid turned around.

Little Santa suddenly rubbed his forehead unconsciously, and his palms were all wet... suddenly he felt his back cool and reached out to touch it again, his face that was called a heart with palpitations.

Behind him, from the top to the pants, it's all gone... like something burned him.

“My God... who is this woman?” Little Santa kept winking. “Even worse than Lung Xueru's hippies...”

Xiao San suddenly shook a cold tremor before feeling a stinging burning sensation all over his back, “It hurts so bad...”