Chapter 27: Morren's Amorous Encounter

  Rose Bar is a freak in the old city of Beijing, it's said to be a bar, indeed it's a bar opened by an American widow, but strictly speaking, it's not a complete sense of a bar, because here you can also eat authentic steak and dessert, so Rose Bar is more like a western restaurant that operates until dawn, only with a large stage and several strippers.

  Mullen's eyes were fixed on the blonde stripper on stage, his gaze unwavering. Zhao Zhi, sitting next to him, couldn't help but laugh at Mullen's obvious inexperience. The bronze horn had been successfully sold to Xiao Cilang at a high price, and they had agreed to continue cooperating. However, this was just Zhao Zhi teasing Xiao Cilang, as he had seen the naked desire for possession in Xiao Cilang's eyes during their transaction earlier.

  Now that they had the money, Zhao Zhi decided to take Mo Ren out for a good time and also get in touch with Betty and the others to confirm their next move. This Rose Bar was one of Betty's regular haunts, a favorite among the old Beijing city's big-nosed foreigners aside from the Six Nations Hotel. This fish-and-dragon-mixed place hid many private transactions, and Betty's weapons were also sourced from here.

  The music in the bar became more and more intense, the movements of the dancer on stage also became more and more explicit. As the customers threw more and more money onto the stage, the dancer's clothes had reached a point where they couldn't be reduced any further. Mo Lun's eyes were wide with excitement, his throat moving violently. Zhao Zhi was slightly better off, just scolding Mo Lun in his heart, but the customers sitting next to them couldn't stand Mo Lun's pig-like appearance and finally started mocking him.

  "Hey, Henry, look at that yellow-skinned pig, he's almost drooling!" A blond-haired man in a plaid suit pointed at Moren with a smirk, sitting next to him was a Westerner with a calm expression. Zhao Zhi noticed that the way he held his wine glass was unusual, his finger joints were thick and large, and his palm was wide and powerful. Looking at his robust physique and thick neck, it seemed like he was a boxer or something, this must be the source of the blond-haired man's arrogance.

  The blond man spoke in English, and Moren didn't understand what he meant. Seeing him pointing at himself, Moren only slightly furrowed his brow before turning back to watch the striptease performance. When Moren ignored him, the blond man couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, directly walking over to Moren and Zhao Zhi's table with his beer in hand. "Yellow-skinned pigs, you're not welcome here, get out!" The blond man seemed to down the entire cup of beer in one gulp, propping himself up against the table with both hands as he glared menacingly at Moren and Zhao Zhi.

  This sentence, Moren understood, because the blond man this time said in Chinese, although a bit tongue-tied, but that meaning Moren still heard clearly. Before Moren stood up, Zhao Zhi sitting next to him directly smashed a wine glass over, "Ah" a miserable cry, the blond man's head was bleeding, Zhao Zhi's wine glass hit his forehead squarely.

  "Henley, Henley, I'm bleeding!" The blond man yelled, covering the wound on his head, completely losing his earlier arrogance and frenzy. Zhao Zhi exchanged a glance with Mo Lun, and the two of them remained seated, unmoving, guessing that this rose wine bar was also often the site of brawls. The patrons merely murmured for a bit before the bar returned to its usual bustle, and the waiter came over to sweep up the glass shards on the floor, as if nothing had happened at all.

  The injured blond man was also helped back by his partner, and the burly man named Henry had no intention of confronting Zhao Zhi. This left the onlookers at the Rose Bar somewhat disappointed. No matter what the blond man said, Henry refused to intervene on his behalf against Zhao Zhi, and eventually settled the bill and left the bar. In fact, it wasn't that Henry was cowardly, but when he went to help the blond man, he saw with his own eyes how Zhao Zhi had casually snapped a fork in two on the table, and also caught a glimpse of a handgun tucked into his waistband. No matter how skilled Henry was at fighting, he knew he couldn't take on a gun, let alone someone who could snap a fork in two with their bare hands.

  "Sir, can I invite you to a drink?" A familiar voice sounded in Zhao Zhi's ear. Without turning his head, relying solely on the familiar scent he smelled, Zhao Zhi knew that the one standing beside him was Betty. Moran had turned into a wooden chicken again. Although Zhao Zhi said he came to this bar to meet with some foreigners, he didn't say it would be such a beautiful foreign girl. In his heart, Moran compared Betty to the dancing girls on stage and finally concluded: The foreign woman in front of him was more beautiful than the dancers on stage.

  After Betty sat down, Zhao Zhi followed Betty's gaze and turned his head to look over. White and Eugene had also arrived at the bar and were sitting at the counter chatting with the bartender. Seeing that Zhao Zhi was looking over, Eugene, who had a thick beard, raised an eyebrow and gave Zhao Zhi an exaggerated smile. Zhao Zhi felt a chill in his heart and silently cursed Eugene for still trying to scare people despite being so old.

  "That Japanese took the thing you provided and went to that place quietly." Betty took advantage of taking cigarettes from Zhao Zhi to secretly hand him a note, which should be the address where Xiao Cilang went. Betty and others were foreigners, and their goal was too obvious. Zhao Zhi didn't let them follow closely, just doing some peripheral investigation was fine. This time it was because Yu Dazhi was temporarily sent by Zhao Zhi to Shanghai to send off Moren's mother, so Betty and others would take action to follow Xiao Cilang.

  "Do you know who the owner of this house is?" Zhao Zhi Gang picked up the lighter to light Betty's cigarette, and Moren, who had been eager for a long time, struck a match and came over. "Thank you," Betty said with a smile, her bright red lips curling up as she looked at the young man brought by Zhao. A puff of smoke was blown out from Betty's mouth and enveloped Moren's face, causing him to cough repeatedly due to the sudden smoke.

  "Hehe, you're really cute!" Betty laughed with a big smile on her face, her body swaying back and forth, the two soft mounds on her chest shaking like waves. Mori's eyes widened in surprise. Seeing this, Betty turned her eyes around, stretched out her hand and hugged Mori's head, gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red lip print that looked like a strawberry. "Little cutie, my name is Betty, I live in room 206 of the Six Nations Hotel. I'll be waiting for you tonight after I take a bath, you must come!" Betty whispered a few words into Mori's ear, then stuck out her tongue and licked his earlobe before turning around and leaving Zhao Zhi's table with a swaying motion.

  Zhao Zhi watched helplessly as Betty walked away, her back view a picture of European openness. But Zhao Zhi had not expected Betty to be so open, flirting with Moran in broad daylight. Looking at Moran again, his face was bright red, and he sat there stupidly, not saying a word, like a little monk with a spring in his heart, still immersed in the warmth and fragrance of their earlier encounter.