Everyone chatted for a while and started to move again.

The dance hall in Fengshan Hot Spring Hotel is quite large, and it can be accommodated by 200 people, not to mention that the students Zong Luoyao and his friends only came in fifty or sixty.

Because the place was big enough, everyone dispersed in groups of three or three. Jiang Feng and Zong Luoyao sat together, and no one came to disturb him. They also realized that Jiang Feng was not willing to have any deep friendship with them.

Fortunately, everyone has their own things to do, some people are hugging each other and dancing, and some people are hiding in dark seats to talk.

I don’t know what purpose it is, but the seats in the dance hall are separated by translucent frosted glass. When you sit inside, you can just see the center stage outside that is much higher than the ground, but you won’t see other people sitting elsewhere, and they are very private.

Due to the lighting problems on the stage, although they are condescending, they cannot see clearly the situation below.

Jiang Feng and Zong Luoyao sat together, looking at the scene on the stage while looking around, they found that there were shadows everywhere, but they didn't know what people were doing inside, and the rumbling music also covered up various sounds that might be made.

"Yaoyao, what do you think they are doing?" Jiang Feng said nothing and asked casually.

Zong Luoyao was drinking drinks and eating melon seeds, and glanced at the side boredly, and replied without any angrily: "What else can I do? Take the time to make up for what I didn't have time to do when I was in school?"

For these students of Zong Luoyao, these words were deeply enlightened.

When I was in junior high school, I was stupid. The teacher was strict with me. Only a little bit of a germination was strangled in the cradle by Master Miejue and Fahai.

After entering high school, it was a key high school, and my homework was tense and I didn’t have much time to talk about love, so everyone’s thoughts were buried.

When they were in college, they were all the prides of the highest institution of learning in China. Everyone was very superior, and the pressure on the school was relatively high, so there might be people who would indulge themselves. But there were definitely not many.

Now that we are all in society, we have more knowledge, and we can do anything and cannot do anything, so we are sure of it in our hearts. Therefore, it is the belief of many people to seize the time and enjoy it in time.

"Haha, this place can't do anything." Jiang Feng was a little funny when he heard Zong Luoyao's words, and then said to her with a smile.

"You can continue to do things that you can't do here when you return to the room later." Zong Luoyao replied.

"Well, this is, now do some prelude. You can get to the point after you get back to the room." Jiang Feng nodded.

After a while, organizers came over and called everyone to come and dance.

As soon as the headlights were changed, demons danced in the hall, and the colorful lights rotating like lanterns dragged the shadows of people into deformity, like little monsters.

Zong Luoyao was also twisting on the stage. Her long hair was flying around. Jiang Feng stood beside her and walked back and forth. As the lights were bright and dark, he was changing his position as if he was teleporting, which looked very strange.

I don’t know who pulled up a solid wood chair and jumped around the chair to make various difficult movements. It immediately attracted a lot of cheers.

When Zong Luoyao saw the man, his face suddenly had a bad look. He pulled Jiang Feng over and said, "Hey, can you do me a favor and suppress the limelight of the guy who danced on the chair?"

It was too noisy inside. Jiang Feng heard Zong Luoyao shouting in his ear twice before he understood what she wanted to do. So he nodded, pulled over a solid wood chair, and grabbed the back of the chair and started to stand upside down. The variety was so many, it was jaw-dropping.

Jiang Feng later played a street dance, of course, there were many more movements than the current children, and it was more enjoyable. After playing this, it immediately attracted a burst of exclamations, and everyone was watching.

After dancing for a while, the style of the music suddenly changed, with a bit of violent tendency, the dull metal impact and the sound of glass shattering one after another, and there were some sounds of guns and cannons mixed in.

After hearing this music, Jiang Feng immediately changed his movements and began to toss the chair. He first cut it down with his palm and split the chair in half. Then he raised the chair with both hands and split it outward, and then broke the chair. In no time, a hard solid wood chair turned into a pile of broken wood, thrown everywhere, and was messy.

The music was over and when the lights were on, everyone looked at Jiang Feng in amazement. It was hard to imagine that he tore a solid wood chair with empty hands. Is this still something humans do?

Someone went to see the broken wood on the ground. It was indeed real solid wood, with hard and hard wood.

"Wow, Yaoyao!" A female classmate said in the ear of Zong Luoyao who was also a little surprised, "Your boyfriend is so handsome! Not only is he super rich, but he is also so powerful. Has he learned Kung Fu?"

Zong Luoyao looked at Jiang Feng, then looked at the female classmate who was obviously a illegitimate girl, and snorted, "What handsome is that? That's cool! cool, cool! Also, what kind of kung fu are you asking about? Does bed kung fu count?"

"Damn!" the girl screamed in surprise, "Yaoyao, you haven't seen each other for a year, are you vulgar?!"

After Jiang Feng came back, he took two beer and asked Zong Luoyao, "How is it? Is the effect okay?"

Zong Luoyao thought to himself that the effect was not OK, but it was too shocking. It was probably going to be circulated among his classmates for at least a while, saying that Zong Luoyao's boyfriend was a violent maniac, and he tore a solid wooden chair with bare hands. He didn't have any heavy-tasting girls, so he probably couldn't handle it.

"You can't be a little low-key? If you just dance in front, it's best. Why do you have to take off the chair with one hand? It scares everyone!" Zong Luoyao said with some complaint.

"Uh..." Jiang Feng was depressed. Didn't she just want to suppress the limelight from another guy by herself? Why are you blaming yourself now?

Sure enough, women are unreasonable.

The dance hall changed into a relatively soothing song, which sounded a bit sleepy. Everyone moved for a while and lazily retracted into their seats.

After a while, the door outside was pushed open, and then a young man came in and harassed the people in the seat one by one. From time to time, he took out a pack of things from his arms, handed them to the people in the seat, and then exchanged them for money, and then looked for the next target with a smile.

"What did that person do?" Zong Luoyao asked inexplicably when he saw the young man.

Although Jiang Feng didn't know what the man did, he had heard that these places always had special services. Of course, this kind of dance hall would definitely not be pimps. Judging from that, it should be selling ecstasy or marijuana white flour, so he said, "It's probably a drug dealer."

Drug use is always a thing that never stops, especially for those nouveau riche who have a little money, they are happy to try all kinds of new things. In addition to playing with cars and women, playing with drugs is naturally inevitable.

But this thing has so much magic power that it can't be quit if it is touched, and there are many people who end up sucking and losing everything.

Of course, some people become drug dealers after becoming addicted to drugs, and support themselves in drug abuse through the income from drug trafficking places, thus forming a complete industrial chain.

While he was talking, the young man came over and came over and asked, "Brother, are you skating?"

Zong Luoyao was about to refuse, Jiang Feng stopped her, took out three hundred yuan and handed it to the young man, then took a small bag of white flour from his hand, leaned over to his nose and smelled it, and then nodded.

The young man started a business and turned around and went to find the next target.

"Why are you still buying his stuff? Both the buyer and the seller will be investigated!" Zong Luoyao said with some dissatisfaction.

Of course, Zong Luoyao knew the harm of drugs. Every year, the campus always held an anti-drug propaganda, which was full of pictures and texts, and was very detailed. Especially when seeing the propaganda materials of addicts who suffered from various incurable diseases and were incurable, Zong Luoyao felt chill all over. Therefore, Jiang Feng bought the drugs in the hands of young people, and she felt a little uneasy. Could it be that he did this too?

"Just spend some money to avoid trouble." Jiang Feng said to Zong Luoyao.

Drugs are difficult to be elegant and cannot be said in public, but since this person has already made the business in the hotel, it means that the hotel knows it, at least it has acquiesced, and it is hard to say that there is no joint relationship between them.

In fact, in most hotels and entertainment venues, you can find drug traffickers. First of all, there are many migrant people here. Once something happens, the organizer can push them cleanly. It’s not that we don’t do our best, but that the staff is too complicated and unable to meet the needs of our efforts.

The police can also use the same reason to deal with the public. There are many migrant populations, poor surveillance and insufficient police force. They also emphasize that this is a social problem and cannot be solved simply by the police.

In fact, it is basically impossible to sell drugs semi-publicly without a protective umbrella.

In such a place, Jiang Feng doesn't want to make himself seem too alternative. If something happens, the government will be very easy to deal with, and the police will be very easy to deal with. Underground criminal forces are the most troublesome things. Unless you are a super tycoon who can both play both black and white, it is better to be low-key.

What's more, there is also Zong Luoyao next to Jiang Feng. She is his own woman. Although he has a high martial arts value, Zong Luoyao is just a weak woman with no power, so he can't ignore it.!~!

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