in2ebook Chapter 250 shows quite a good understanding.
Chapter 250 shows quite a good understanding.
Bo Bing knew that wealthy people liked to show off their taste and status in luxurious venues, and this place was probably not a respectable place either.
He followed Lü Shuang through the gate, mentally prepared, but he still frowned slightly.
Goodnight's interior design wasn't the kind of lavish karaoke bars that nouveau riche would like, nor did it have the dazzling spotlights and sound systems of nightclubs. It wasn't a frenzied place like a live house or dance floor, nor was it a chaotic card game—but it was precisely this atmosphere that made Bo Bing feel inexplicably uneasy. It wasn't easy for him to fit into an unfamiliar setting, even for someone like him.
The art of balance is constantly at work, subtly balancing the presence of youth with the occasion.
As you walk inside, the understated cool color scheme is mixed with a touch of exoticism, and the elegant lighting design makes the atmosphere even more sophisticated than a bar. The understated decorations subtly reveal a sense of refinement.
There are three floors here that are the business area of Wan'an. Bo Bing had heard from the waiter that this place is like a private club, so at first she just planned to come here to try her luck and gather some information. She didn't expect to run into Lü Shuang, or even the mysterious Pu Shuanglu.
At the center is a huge crystal fountain that spans three floors. The upper level of the fountain is like a funnel formed by a vortex, while the lower level features fountain patterns in various shapes. Amidst layers of greenery, the water waterfall bursts forth with white mist, and the light refracts onto the natural crystal, creating a magnificent and awe-inspiring light and shadow effect.
[Sensitive] Startup.
Alpha's electronic sound rang out.
Bo Bing immediately recognized it as a feng shui arrangement. He felt a sticky atmosphere surrounding him, and even a strange sense of familiarity with the place—perhaps because his own magnetic field was affected by the feng shui arrangement.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Lu Shuang stopped in front of Bo Bing, the silver ring snake on her forearm flicking its tongue and coiling around Bo Bing's hand.
“It is very beautiful,” Bo Bing said, stroking the triangular head of the snake. The snake did not bite him. He looked up at Lü Shuang and said, “Running water does not stagnate. This is not something to be just for looking at.”
“It’s just a den of iniquity and a place of debauchery,” Lü Shuang said, raising her head and squinting at Crystal. “I always have this feeling… it’s so easy to talk to you.”
“It seems we have a good understanding,” Bo Bing said with a smile.
The moment Lü Shuang heard those words, her pupils constricted. Her sixth sense kicked in, and the snakes on her body seemed to sense it as well, becoming restless.
There was a time when someone said something similar.
The man in the secret room took the gun, now out of bullets, from her hand, a rare smile appearing on his usually gloomy face.
"It seems we have a pretty good understanding."
She quickly glanced at the young man in front of her.
No, that's not right.
You can't tell the person's face at all, and the age is wrong... Even if you can get plastic surgery, you can't change your height and bone structure. Is there some kind of surgery that can cut the bones in every part of a person's body evenly and then weld them back together with precision instruments?
That wouldn't be cosmetic surgery; that would be torture.
A waiter rushed over looking for Lü Shuang, and the woman seemed to snap out of her reverie.
Her supple body leaned against Bo Bing like a snake, her slender fingers hooking around the young man's collar. Her red lips parted slightly, releasing a fragrant breath, "Handsome young man, I have some important business to discuss. You can play around for now. If you want to buy anything, just put it in my name... But remember, don't ask about other people's identities here... and don't do anything reckless."
Finally, for some reason, Lü Shuang said something else entirely.
"It's okay to act recklessly; not many people dare to mess with my two households."
This woman.
Bo Bing felt helpless. Hearing that Lü Shuang wanted to talk about serious matters, he guessed that she was going to discuss the third port with Pu Shuanglu. He wanted to follow her, but he was afraid that Lü Shuang might discover something and alert her.
Bo Bing turned her head, "Where exactly is this place...?"
Lu Shuang had already left in her high heels, while Bob the silver-ringed snake was still coiled on Bo Bing's hand, blankly flicking its tongue.
"Fine, your mom doesn't want you anymore, come play with me," Bo Bing said with an evil smile. Regardless of whether Bob could understand, she put the snake in her pocket and started wandering around aimlessly.
There seemed to be some kind of performance in the theater inside; you could hear applause and classical music playing. Bo Bing wasn't interested in anything like highbrow opera, so she went to the bar on the outside first.
Bo Bing ordered a drink at the bar. The bartender saw the silver ring snake in his hand and, without Bo Bing saying anything, put it on Lü Shuang's tab, which made Bo Bing a little annoyed.
"Aren't you going to go take a look? It's very lively over there."
The bearded bartender glanced at the young man and asked him in English.
Bo Bing replied, "I have no interest in opera performances."
"opera?"
The bearded man seemed somewhat surprised, glancing at Bo Bing. "Young man, is this your first time here? You don't even know where this place is?"
"Ah."
Bo Bing felt a little uncomfortable at his subtle tone. He narrowed his dark eyes and asked, "What's the difference?"
"That's not an opera performance, it's a public concert."
Bo Bing nearly spat his drink in the bearded man's face. "What the hell is this?"
“A niche hobby spot,” the bearded man gave a knowing smile, but still explained enthusiastically, “Today we have an interactive event with [bamboo], which even people outside the circle can watch... There are also competitions and prizes for the winners. Ninety-five percent of the customers today are here for this top dom.”
A faint floral fragrance wafted through the air, stimulating Bo Bing's hormones.
【bamboo】
bamboo?
Bo Bing frowned.
A faint sense of unease lingered in my mind.
My eyelids are twitching.
He was not an indecisive person, and immediately got up.
"Have fun," the bearded man said with a smile, leaning against the bar and waving behind him.
A frenzied atmosphere.
Ignoring the groups of people kissing around him, Bo Bing stood in the shadows and looked towards the central spotlight. His eyesight was excellent; he could see the figures crawling on the carpet under the light, with red ropes winding like dodder around their prey.
There were also beautiful, trembling whip tips, making a crisp sound as they cut through the air.
Bo Bing looked up along the whip, and her fingernails instantly dug into her palm.
The vibrant heart was instantly plunged into the lava, boiled and evaporated in a flash.
—That was a jade Rakshasa radiating terrifying evil.
Bo Bing stood there, as if time had been pulled away. A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. He felt as if his soul must have been shredded and thrown into the crystal vortex outside the door. Otherwise, why would he feel so dizzy? Even when Lü Shuang called him, he was still in a daze.
The performance on stage has ended.
Despite the intense discomfort, Bo Bing turned and walked out—no, it was more like running, more like fleeing, than walking.
"ICE!"
Seeing that he was not feeling well, Lü Shuang quickly followed him outside, saying, "Are you alright? Go out and rest for a bit."
The person on stage had excellent hearing. Upon hearing the woman's voice, he almost instinctively turned around—a familiar figure was clutching his head in pain, being intimately embraced and helped out by the woman.
Lü Shuang led him to the entrance of a nearby restroom.
"Thank you, Miss," Bo Bing said, propping herself up from her exhaustion. "I'll go in and wash my face. You can go back now."
Bob slowly climbed onto Lü Shuang's neck, and Lü Shuang was stunned for a moment.
"You're scared? That's what Bob said."
The woman looked apologetic. "I forgot to tell you, it's an entertainment venue inside... They all know you. You can just go downstairs to rest when you come out."
Bo Bing nodded. It was her own fault, so she couldn't blame Lü Shuang.
He leaned against the sink and gagged twice, but nothing came out. He then rinsed his mouth with some water.
He raised his face.
In the mirror, Bo Bing could see a person standing behind him like a ghost, watching him.
The floor felt like a melting icebox, the chill seeping into his knees.
The man's tone was devoid of any emotional fluctuation; he smiled faintly.
"Who is that woman?"
Bo Bing sensed an unusual coldness emanating from the other person.
The lights seemed to flicker, and a terrifying, malevolent aura spread into the small space.