It's snowing outside, and the snow-covered scenery almost illuminates the night sky clearly. Snowflakes like goose feathers slowly fall, like high and low notes hitting the ground, playing beautiful movements one after another.

"Ah sneeze!"

Sniffling hard, Lu Han put his hands in his pockets and tightened his clothes tightly. Damn, the weather kept changing at any time. It was sunny and sunny during the day, but it snowed heavily at night. What a bad luck.

Thinking that he had just been groping around on an expectant mother's body and reacting, Lu Han felt uncomfortable all over. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and smelled the residual body fragrance on it. He blushed for a while and then hurriedly inserted his hand into the snow.

In the pile, scrape it clean.

There are seven or eight stops from here to work, and there must be no buses. Lu Han pinned his only hope on a taxi, but looking at the current heavy snow situation, it is probably unlikely.

Looking at the endless white streets in front of him, the seven or eight stops were neither far nor close. Lu Han took a look and saw that there was no one around, so he ducked down, quickly took a tiger step, and whizzed towards the road.

Rush forward.

The ground was covered with deep snow, and he was not used to it at first. When he stepped on it, he found a deep pit, and his speed was extremely slow. But later he ran faster, and he gradually became familiar with how to adjust his pace. As if walking on flat ground, he ran very fast.

Speeding along, after all, this amount of snow can't be compared with previous missions, it's just a piece of cake.

In the end, it took twenty minutes before Lu Han rushed to the door of the nightclub out of breath. He looked at the time and saw that it was ten minutes past ten. Fortunately, it was not too late.

Looking up, I saw a huge signboard with neon lights on at the gate. There was one hanging on top and one on the ground. It read "Southern Nightclub" in five bright big characters. The dazzling and ambiguous light seemed to be seducing.

With those guests traveling from north to south in an endless stream.

Red, green, and green neon lights intertwined the place into a place of intoxication. The four-story-high floor was now lit up with dazzling lights, dyeing the night brightly. Some noisy and even noisy music was vented from inside, which did not give people a sense of excitement.

It means comfort, but because it is so explosive, it adds a cruel beauty.

Lu Han walked up the steps. The burly security guard at the door barely looked at him, but the contempt in his eyes still made him feel uncomfortable. Damn, he's just a security guard. Why are you pretending?

Lu Han curled his lips and walked into the door of the nightclub. Today was Saturday, the day with the most customers.

Listening to the loud music and drums, he licked his lips excitedly. He had also been to nightclubs and bars, but because the cost was too high, he didn't go there often, but the roaring music and noise inside made him look for it.

It brought back some of the feelings I had when I was in the army. When I was on a mission, the sound of gunfire and artillery was much more exciting than this.

Crossing the noisy dance floor, Lu Han walked towards the private room at the back with a familiarity. Hu Juan's office was at the very back of the nightclub. In her words, it was quiet there and her ears didn't suffer. It's hard to imagine that a nightclub owner doesn't like the noise.

, didn't like the hustle and bustle, but Lu Han didn't ask too much. Anyway, he was just a waiter, so there was no need to ask everything.

Working in a place like this means don't ask, don't tell, and don't look. These are the three elements he summarized from his two days of work.

Arriving at the door of the box, Lu Han knocked gently. "Dong dong dong..."

"Please come in." A very nice female voice came from the room.

Lu Han pushed the door open and closed it consciously.

"Lu Han, you're here."

Seeing it was Lu Han, Hu Juan's eyes lit up as she was half lying on the sofa, and she immediately became energetic.

"You can sit wherever you like, you're welcome." She stood up with a playful smile, and her gentle tone gradually warmed up Lu Han's chilled body.

Lu Han mechanically sat down. He lowered his head, a little embarrassed to look at Hu Juan, because this woman was so beautiful, so beautiful, she looked like a big star coming out of TV.

Hu Juan is very beautiful, no, it should even be said to be charming, with fluffy curly hair hanging down to her waist, and a pair of upwardly raised phoenix eyes with light purple eyeshadow. Every time she blinks, she brings out a touch of seductive charm.

The height of 1.7 meters is neither fat nor thin, which can show the most attractive side of a woman. The red dress outlines the perfect figure. As the pace speeds up, the two plumps on her chest are rising and falling.

It seems that he is not satisfied with the constraints of his clothes and may jump out at any time.

After just two glances at Hu Juan, Lu Han was attracted by her hot figure. Good guy, he thought his aunt's figure was hot enough, but compared with women, it was still a level lower. Lu Han

I just feel my mouth is dry.

Lu Han had no choice but to face his useless determination and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Hu Juan any more.

Not noticing anything unusual about Lu Han, Hu Juan first poured a cup of steaming juice and handed it to Lu Han, then took out a cigarette from the drawer. Lu Han took it in his hand and looked at it. What a good guy.

Good smoke.

Seeing the woman actually taking out the fruit knife and starting to peel the apple, cold sweat broke out on Lu Han's forehead: "Juan...Sister Juan, you're welcome, I'm just here to tell you, now...can I go to work?"

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He actually felt guilty. After all, he was just a handyman carrying dishes. There was no need for his boss to be so diligent and enthusiastic. This would make him feel uncomfortable.

Hearing this, Hu Juan wrinkled her nose and looked slightly unnatural. She walked slowly to the sofa and sat down next to Lu Han. Suddenly, a fragrant and rich aroma rushed into his nostrils.

After taking a deep sniff, Lu Han was almost fascinated to death.

Opium, a rich oriental fragrance, mysterious and alluring, produced by Saint Laurent Company, US$175 per ounce, is world-famous for its charm and temptation. Anyone who smells this fragrance will be addicted like taking opium.

This information popped up in Lu Han's mind. This was the knowledge he must know as an agent. Now that he smelled it, he actually had the illusion of performing a mission.

"Xiaohan...actually...actually, my sister wants you to do me a favor." When Hu Juan said this, her body touched Lu Han intentionally or unintentionally. The two soft balls of flesh on her chest were a fatal temptation.

"Wha... what are you busy with?" Lu Han didn't dare to look down, his throat was terribly dry. He tried hard to keep his tone normal, but his heart was beating fast and uncontrollably.

"Sister Juan, just tell me, as long as I can help, I will definitely help you." It was difficult to calm down, and he tried to keep his tone as steady as possible.

A touch of joy appeared in Hu Juan's eyes. She sat up straight, pursed her lips, and said softly: "Xiaohan, it's like this. There are a few customers in the store today, all VIP guests. You also know that our store has massage."

There is a service, but they only want men to massage, but I really can’t find so many masseurs at this time, so I thought of you. Look... can you help me and get one."

Lu Han understood that Hu Juan wanted him to pretend to be a masseur and give massages to those ladies and sluts.

But he suddenly hesitated. He didn't know if it was appropriate for him to do this.

Seeing that Lu Han remained silent, Hu Juan became anxious: "Lu Han, are you afraid that you can't press? It's okay. Those women don't know anything. You just need to press randomly on their backs. It doesn't take much."

major."

"Sister Juan, I... I'll think about it first." Lu Han was very confused now and he needed time to think about it.

In fact, it's not that he is technically incompetent, on the contrary, he is absolutely top-notch technically.

He was born into a medical family. From the day he can remember, he studied medicine with his grandfather Lu Daming. Naturally, he had an extraordinary understanding of acupuncture points, meridians and various diseases. Later, he joined the army and served as a hygienist for ten years.

He became a military doctor, a scout, an agent, and later joined the top secret service organization in the country. He experienced various missions, and at a young age, he had already reached the pinnacle of his medical skills.

What really made him hesitate was that his hands had always been massaging the old chief, and now he was suddenly asked to massage those sluts. He couldn't accept the gap.

When he was hesitating, Hu Juan bit her delicate red lips and whispered in his ear: "Xiaohan, the salary of a masseur is five hundred an hour. If you have thought about it, make a decision quickly."

, those guests are still waiting~"

Five hundred an hour??

Lu Han was really taken aback, his heart was beating so fast that it almost hit his throat.

To be honest, he was tempted. His monthly monthly salary as a waiter was only 1,600 yuan, plus the tips from customers, the total was only about 2,000 yuan.

But the masseur actually works by the hour, which really makes him secretly shocked. If possible, he is willing to give it a try. After all, he can make a month's money in one night, so what's wrong with it?

Isn't it just giving someone a massage? I'm very professional.

"Sister Juan, let me try it."

"Really? That's great. I'll make arrangements for you now." Seeing Hu Juan's overjoyed expression, Lu Han wrinkled his nose and smiled sheepishly.

Walking with Hu Juan in the long corridor intertwined with darkness and lights, Lu Han was frightened every step he took, not because of how dangerous this place was, but because he was staring at Sister Juan's devilish figure in front of him, and he felt guilty

, this was much more difficult than the previous assassination missions. He would rather lurk in Afghanistan and assassinate ten soldiers than endure the torture of being able to watch but not eat.

This corridor is very long, paved with thick carpets. There are only a few dim light bulbs in the corridor that are desperately flickering, but they still cannot illuminate the place. The doors and boxes on both sides are tightly locked, and some are still lit. Please do not disturb.

The indicator light seems to be engaged in something charming.
Chapter completed!