Seducing a little girl, the arms tycoon is addicted to his pet

Tijasha Jinyumen Nightclub.

There were two rows of bodyguards standing at the door. When they saw Mu Ningchi approaching with a cigarette in his mouth, the bodyguards all bowed their heads and respectfully called him "Brother Chi".

The leader took a few steps forward, raised his hand to open the glass door for Mu Ningchi, and made a "please" gesture.

"Brother Sang is waiting for you in the main box on the sixth floor."

There is air conditioning inside, and it feels much cooler as soon as you get in. But although your body feels comfortable, your ears suffer.

The sound of great and joyful music filled my eardrums. On the center stage, seven dark-skinned women with enchanting figures were performing a passionate dance to the music. Countless men and women were screaming and twisting their bodies wildly around the stage.

There were dim booths all around, with glasses clinking and toasts flowing. Some men drank too much and took advantage of the bamboo curtains to kiss and caress their female companions without restraint.

Mu Ningchi has a keen sense of smell. In addition to the strong smell of tobacco, perfume, and pungent alcohol in the polluted air, he can also smell the decadent musk after intercourse between men and women.

He frowned in disdain.

"Brother Chi, this way please."

The bodyguard took Mu Ningchi around the stage and entered an elevator at the end, pressing the sixth floor for him.

The sixth floor finally looked a bit like a place, with large private rooms all luxuriously decorated. The soundproofing was excellent, so the madness and extravagance in the rooms couldn't get through at all, and the air smelled better, too.

The beauties standing at the door of each private room are definitely one in a million, with pretty faces, tall figures, and curvy figures, wearing the same burgundy hip-hugging miniskirts.

Mu Ningchi came out of the elevator leisurely.

Although the beauties were all trained, they still couldn't help but secretly cast their glances at him, and then shyly look away.

It was quite pleasing to the eye, and Mu Ningchi's expression relaxed a little.

When turning the corner, the door of the private room in front suddenly opened, and a woman with disheveled hair rushed out crying. After looking around, she ran straight towards Mu Ningchi.

Just before the collision, Chen Songwen quickly stepped forward and raised his hand to block it.

Mu Ningchi glanced down.

She was a woman with very fair skin, and even though her face was covered in bruises, she was still pretty.

The dress on her body had been torn, revealing two white lumps that were swaying up and down in front of her eyes.

As if desperate, the woman grabbed Chen Songwen's arm without hesitation and sobbed for help from Mu Ningchi.

"Save me, brother, please save me!!"

Chen Songwen stood still, waiting for Mu Ningchi's instructions.

However, the bodyguard from Jin Yumen nearby couldn't help but bowed and nodded to apologize to Mu Ningchi.

"Sorry, Brother Chi, I'll take care of it right away."

Before he finished speaking, a half-naked man with a fat head and big ears ran out of the box. He was holding up his trousers with both hands anxiously, and his big mouth, which exuded a strong smell of alcohol, kept cursing ugly words.

"You slut, you come to this place just to sell yourself. Why are you pretending to be pure in front of me? How dare you bite me, ****#**##***"

Seeing the fat boss behind her getting closer and closer, the woman looked at Mu Ningchi who was so close to her and cried more and more uncontrollably.

"Brother, I was tricked into coming here by a friend. I won't sell it. Please save me! Please."

Mu Ningchi threw away the cigarette butt, pinched the woman's tearful face with his right hand, and smiled at her.

"Look carefully, am I your elder brother?"

The smile is gentle, but the coolness is creepy.

The woman was stunned. She had been drugged and her mind was in a trance. It was already her limit for her to struggle out. Seeing that Mu Ningchi was dressed in military style and looked handsome, she instinctively thought that he was a good man.

But how many of those who come to a place like this to have fun, accompanied by bodyguards, are good people?

The woman's palms trembled, and she subconsciously let go of Chen Songwen. She turned around and tried to run, but was kicked over by the Jin Yumen bodyguard, who kicked her hard in the lower abdomen several times.

Seeing the woman struggling to get up, the bodyguard stepped hard on her palm and took out the walkie-talkie from his waist.

"Manager, there's something going on on the sixth floor."

After he finished speaking, the bodyguard grabbed the woman's neck again and lifted her up from the ground.

clap clap-

He slapped the woman's scarred face several times in a row, causing her head to buzz and she had no more strength to resist before letting go and throwing the ball to the fat boss.

"Boss, play first. We didn't take good care of you today. The manager will come and deal with it in person later. Then we will arrange some obedient people for you."

Then he turned around, bent down and smiled at Mu Ningchi.

"Brother Chi, I'm so sorry. The new guy doesn't know the rules. I've already taught him a lesson. Let's go."

The fat boss was drunk and eager to vent. He waved impatiently at the bodyguard, picked up the woman and threw her into the private room. He took off his pants impatiently without even waiting to close the door.

When Mu Ningchi passed by, he glanced at him.

The size is so small that it is almost invisible.

With the corners of his delicate lips slightly raised, Mu Ningchi made a "tsk" sound with great contempt and disdain.

It was this sound that frightened Chen Songwen so much that he immediately reached for the gun at his waist.

Fortunately, Mu Ningchi's voice was not loud, and the fat boss was so interested that he didn't hear it. The bodyguard closed the door very quickly, otherwise the bullet in his gun would have been lost.

Seeing blood is not a big deal, but those who can reach the sixth floor are not small figures. I just returned to Terai Country, and it is Langsang's place, so I have to keep a low profile when I should.

Low-key Brother Chi?

Damn it! The boss is flamboyant and never restrains himself, how could he be low-key! !

Walking all the way to the end of the corridor, outside the largest private room in the entire nightclub, the bodyguard bent down and opened the door for Mu Ningchi.

"Brother Chi, please."

As soon as Mu Ningchi stepped in, the noisy private room immediately quieted down.

Langsang, who was sitting on the sofa, was wearing a floral shirt and beach pants. He was hugged by women on both sides, with lipstick marks all over their faces and bodies, and he was kissing them passionately.

The five beauties who were bending over at his feet, picking up money and laughing with him stopped talking at his signal.

On the glass table in the middle, the three dancers who had taken off half of their clothes turned their heads in unison, covering their chests and looking at the lazy man at the door.

After seeing clearly, they started moving again one after another, twisting their bodies more coquettishly and stripping more vigorously. Several stacks of cash were scattered on the glass table under their feet.

Langsang would throw a stack of beads at the feet of whoever danced the best. He looked at Mu Ningchi with frivolous eyes and smiled happily.

"Brother Chi, long time no see."

Mu Ningchi was sitting opposite Langsang, and immediately a woman came up to him attentively, with her surging breasts trying to rub against him, calling him "Brother Chi" in a charming and charming voice.

Without waiting for Mu Ningchi to make a move, Chen Songwen stepped forward, grabbed the woman by the back of her collar and threw her to the ground, scaring the woman so much that she kept crawling under Lang Sang's feet.

"Sangge..."

The striptease was over and the three women didn't even have time to put on their clothes. They knelt excitedly beside the table holding the money.

The naked body made Mu Ningchi's eyes hurt, and he waved his hands impatiently.

"All go out."

Lang Sang knew Mu Ningchi's temper, and pinched the soft waist of the woman on his legs with a little reluctance.

"Go out."

The room became quiet.

Mu Ningchi placed the wine glass on the table, put a few cubes of ice in it, and drank it down with a gulp.

The Adam's apple rolls slightly.

"Sang, if you change one every day, will that thing still work? Aren't you afraid of getting sick? Where are the people?"

Lang Sang had long been accustomed to Mu Ningchi's sharp tongue and shrugged at him in vain.

"It was checked on time, and there is nothing wrong. He is working in the private room inside, Secretary General of the State of Shabab, Nicken."

Mu Ningchi snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

"I thought so. It's no wonder that you would come to a place like this in a country covered with yellow sand."

"The environment is indeed not good, but there is gold under the yellow sand, and they... have a lot of money!"

Lang Sang smiled contemptuously and moved towards Mu Ningchi.

"Brother Chi, Nicken came to the Terai country to conduct diplomacy. This is a private meeting with us, so it's not good to make it public."

Mu Ningchi didn't like nonsense, so he raised his head and drank the whole glass of wine.

"How long do you want me to wait?"

Knowing that Mu Ningchi had no patience, Lang Sang smiled at him in a flattering manner.

"Looking at Nicken's skinny appearance, he will probably surrender in a few minutes. This is the target of this mission, Kroot, a newly rising general of the Shaber Kingdom."

He learned the skill of mocking people quite quickly. Mu Ningchi raised his eyebrows and chuckled, then took the photo from Lang Sang. It was a photo of a man with a black beard and a turban.

"How to say?"

Langsang said: "Krut is a beast in human form, cruel in his methods, and his true nature was revealed as soon as he inherited the position of general. He launched several riots in the country of Shabo."

"Take the head?"

"Ah."

Lang Sang nodded and diligently refilled Mu Ningchi's glass with just the right amount of ice cubes, seven in total, before carefully refilling it.

"Not only do we have to take the head, we also have to save someone. Krut has a hostage in his hand, who is President Barman's new... er, concubine, so while we are taking action, we have to do it secretly..."

Mu Ningchi's face darkened, and he interrupted Lang Sang before he could finish his words.

"What? Your cerebellum atrophies because no woman touches you? Speak more clearly!"

The man's aura of hidden anger made Lang Sang feel cold in his heart. He swallowed his saliva, not daring to smile at Mu Ningchi anymore, and quickly finished his words in one breath.

"Boss, S-level mission, capture the head and rescue the hostages, the American Cheetah Mercenary Group will cooperate in the operation. The operation time is to be determined, and the commission is to be discussed!"

Just as he finished his words, Nicken, who had finished his work in the private room, came out, straightening his suit. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked respectable.

Through the half-open door, Mu Ningchi saw the woman inside lying half-dead beside the table, her clothes in disarray, with large pools of blood under her body.

This is a fake gun, so why not use a real gun?

Mu Ningchi glanced at the gun on Nicken's waist, sneered, and then looked away.

Langsang, who was standing next to him, quickly stood up, came close to Nicken, and said a lot of gibberish.

Mu Ningchi was already a language genius as he was proficient in eight languages, until he met Lang Sang, who was proficient in more than 20 languages ​​and a madman among geniuses. This was also an important reason why Mu Ningchi had to take on many tasks and orders.

No one can resist money, and when faced with S~SSS level tasks, Mu Ningchi will always be more patient.

He stretched his arms, leaned lazily on the sofa, and hooked his finger at the beautiful woman outside the door.

"Fruit plate, go get a new one."

The beauty looked at Mu Ningchi's delicate and charming face under the neon light, was slightly startled, and her face turned red instantly.

Then he reacted, lowered his eyes to look at the almost untouched fruit plate on the table, and bent down respectfully.

"Okay, boss."

Langsang had almost finished the discussion and consciously acted as the translator.

"Boss, Nicken said that Kroot's armed forces are approaching the entire country of Shabo, and specifically requested the Silver Fox Mercenary Group to fight. The commission for a single mission is 80 million US dollars."

Mu Ningchi raised his eyebrows, shook the wine glass leisurely, and clinked glasses with Nicken in the air.

"No problem, send the information to Aken."

Then seven or eight bodyguards from the club came in one after another and carried away the unconscious woman in the inner box. The remaining two cleaned up the scarlet bloodstains on the floor.

His movements were skillful and his expression was serious, as if he was used to it.

However, the waiter who came in with the fruit plate was startled. After a scream, he lost his grip on the plate and the cut fruits scattered all over the floor.

The flavors of different fruits mixed together and instantly filled the entire private room, covering up the strong smell of blood, especially the fragrance of peach, which was very prominent.

It was that smell again, sweet and annoying...Mu Ningchi frowned slightly.

Lang Sang yelled, "How the hell do you do things? I paid you to learn etiquette, but you have learned nothing?"

The waitress was so frightened that her whole body trembled. She knelt on the ground with her head down and kept picking up the things.

"I'm sorry, boss. It's my first day at work. I didn't mean to do that. I'll clean it up right away..."

Lang Sang's expression became uglier. "You dare to embarrass yourself here on your first day at work! Who the hell brought you here? Xue'er or..."

"and many more."

Mu Ningchi interrupted Lang Sang and glanced at the waiter on the ground who was fumbling and apologizing continuously.

The crying voice was small and sticky, very sweet and soft, just like Xu Niansheng's daughter.

Although he knew Xu Nuonuo couldn't escape, let alone come here to work, Mu Ningchi still propped himself up on one knee, leaned forward, and pinched the waitress's jaw with his left hand, forcing her to raise her head.

It was a very young face, fair and clean, with a few tear marks on the trembling eyelashes, and it was shaking with fear.

Not really!

Mu Ningchi chuckled and said to Xu Nuonuo, "How could a little kitten without claws and teeth have the ability to escape?"

Lang Sang, who was standing next to him, stroked his chin and looked at it for a while. Then an idea suddenly occurred to him.

No wonder Brother Chi didn’t want the sexy beauty he had prepared, it turns out he liked the pure and lovely girl?

But... with his extraordinary physical strength, how could such a delicate and weak girl endure it? If she was fucked by him all night, wouldn't she spend half her life lying in bed?

It’s so perverted!

Lang Sang thought so in his heart, but his body was very honest. He even couldn't wait to get close to Mu Ningchi's ear.

"Brother Chi, this girl is 18 years old and just started college. She came out to work to earn tuition. She is very noble and said she only wants to be a waitress and refuses to sell herself. But if you like her..."

"like?"

Mu Ningchi let go of the waitress whose crying became louder and lowered his eyes to the fawning Lang Sang, sneering.

"Who would like a spineless person who cries all the time?"

Chen Songwen's cell phone rang at this moment. He took out his phone and hummed lightly, then looked at Mu Ningchi with complicated eyes.

"Brother Chi, Xu Nuonuo ran away."

A kitten without claws? No ability to escape?

"grass!"