Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 307 Willing
The second floor of the hall is the VIP area, which can only be entered by senior members and VIPs of the Nightingale Gang.

The staircase is made of black marble, and the handrails are inlaid with golden nightingale patterns. Each step is covered with crimson velvet carpet, which is soft and silent when stepped on.

Pushing open a box at random, Shi Fei saw that the box was equipped with an independent sound system and a private wine cabinet. The walls were hung with priceless works of art, ranging from classical oil paintings to modern abstract paintings.

The lighting is soft and ambiguous, enveloping the entire space in a luxurious atmosphere.

"Hmm~ This looks like a KTV!" Shi Fei said as he looked at one box after another.

Middle-aged men still don’t know what KTV is.

It must be a very fun place!

The innermost box is Mrs. Night Owl’s exclusive room. On the door is inlaid a huge relief of a nightingale, whose eyes are made of sapphires, sparkling with a cold light.

The middle-aged man was about to push the door open to report when he saw the door open.

"You're taking too long!" Shi Fei shook his head. He had already sensed that there was someone inside.

"Old friend, Madam..." The middle-aged man wanted to remind Shi Fei that Madam Nightingale attached great importance to etiquette and he could not barge in at will.

As soon as I entered the door, several black knife lights came towards me.

As the leader of one of the three major underground gangs in Goff City, Madam Nightingale was naturally protected by shadow dancers. These shadow dancers were as swift as ghosts, their blades were silent, and they went straight for Shi Fei's throat.

"Boring!" Shi Fei waved his hand with a hint of boredom in his tone.

Those shadow dancers froze in place instantly, as if restrained by an invisible force. The blades in their hands stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward even a bit.

Shi Fei was already tired of this nesting doll-like way of looking for people.

If this underground dream city was not as complicated as a maze, and the person he was looking for was not hiding in the corner like a rat, he would not need the help of the middle-aged man to lead the way.

"Are you Mrs. Nightingale?" Shi Fei's gaze fell on the middle-aged woman in the center of the room.

She was indeed as rumored, wearing a nightingale mask and a long black dress, elegant and mysterious. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she would be more like a noble lady, not a gangster boss who controlled the underworld.

Mrs. Nightingale saw her men being easily controlled by Shi Fei, but she did not show any panic. She had experienced countless dangers in her life, and was even sent to a strange island once to become a "stock" of spare organs.

However, she relied on her wisdom and scheming to not only escape successfully, but also won over many loyal subordinates. For her, the current situation is just another test.

"How can I help you?" Mrs. Nightingale bowed slightly, making an elegant ceremonial gesture, her voice gentle and calm.

She knew that Shi Fei did not attack her immediately, which meant that she was still valuable.

"You are quite tactful." Shi Fei walked to the sofa and sat down without any hesitation.

The glass here is one-way, so you can overlook the entire dance floor from the inside, but people outside cannot see what's going on inside.

Mrs. Nightingale stood aside, looking at Shi Fei carefully through the mask.

His face was unfamiliar, and his yellow skin was not common in Goff City. She wondered in her heart, when did such a person appear in Goff City?
"In Goff City, the most important thing is not power, but a pair of bright eyes." Mrs. Nightingale said softly. As she spoke, she clapped her hands lightly, and the side door opened, and five or six women entered one after another.

Their ages ranged from thirteen to thirty, but without exception, they were all stunning beauties. They wore gorgeous yet simple dresses that were neither too revealing nor too revealing, yet perfectly brought out their charm. They held cigars, coffee, red wine, brandy, and even some sex toys and knives. As long as Shi Fei wanted, he could enjoy everything they brought, including themselves.

"Is this how you always entertain guests?" Shi Fei asked.

"Only the most distinguished guests can enjoy such treatment." Mrs. Nightingale bowed her head slightly, and said in a very humble manner: "And you are undoubtedly the most distinguished guest."

In fact, Shi Fei was not originally "noble", but the three motionless shadow dancers at the door and the dumbfounded middle-aged man were enough to make Shi Fei become "noble".

In Mrs. Nightingale's eyes, such guests deserve her highest courtesy.

"Are they willing? You are tempting me to break the law!" Shi Fei said, looking at the six women who were as beautiful as flowers.

"They are the top nightingales and will bring you the ultimate bliss on earth!" Mrs. Nightingale answered the question irrelevantly.

Her tone was gentle, but it carried an unquestionable indifference. In her opinion, the wishes of these women were not important, what was important was what they could bring to the Nightingale Gang.

Their existence is nothing more than a gear in the huge machine of the Nightingale Gang. Whether they like it or not, they must run according to the established trajectory.

"Are you willing?" Shi Fei looked at a thirteen-year-old girl.

"I do! I am a proud nightingale!" The little girl answered quickly, and seemed to identify with her identity as a nightingale.

"Are you willing?" Shi Fei looked at an eighteen-year-old girl.

"I would like to do that too." The eighteen-year-old girl raised her chest proudly and said.

"Are you willing?" Shi Fei looked at the woman in her twenties.

"I would like to, too." She said openly, but her voice was very low.

"What about you?" Shi Fei said, looking at the thirty-year-old woman.

"It is my shame to be able to become a nightingale and serve guests..." The 30-year-old woman's gentle tone suddenly changed, becoming sharp and angry: "It is my shame!"

Her eyes suddenly became fierce, as if the anger that had been suppressed for many years had completely erupted at this moment. Her voice was trembling, but with a resolute force: "I wish I could kill her! She has ruined my life!"

As she spoke, she had already grabbed a dagger from the table.

Those were knives prepared for some guests with special fetishes, ranging from spikes to daggers. At this moment, the dagger in her hand flashed with a cold light, and the blade was more than 30 centimeters long.

She had many sisters who disappeared or appeared in Nightingale's kitchen after meeting guests with special fetishes.

The dagger pierced into Lady Nightingale's chest without any surprise. Blood instantly dyed her black dress red, and Lady Nightingale's body trembled slightly.

The woman seemed to feel that this stab was not enough to satiate her hatred. She pulled out the dagger suddenly, and blood splashed on her face, but she didn't care. She raised the dagger again and stabbed Mrs. Nightingale fiercely.

No one is willing to sell their body in exchange for survival, so how could she not hate Mrs. Nightingale?

(End of this chapter)