The man with the spiky hair withdrew his sight from the bald man. With his arms crossed over his chest, he stood still at the door. About a quarter hour later, the young man came back swinging his hands which had just been washed clean. Hearing the voices from inside, he could not help but roll his eyes. With a sly smile, he said, "It's been so long, and our boss is still going at it. Did he take some drug?"
The man with the spiky hair gave him a grim look, but didn't say a word. The bald man had guessed correctly. In order to drive his woman crazily happy, their boss usually took a strong drug which he had brought back from abroad some time ago. According to the statistics drawn by Connection, this drug had been selling well recently. Considering the high incidence rate of impotence these days, they believed that it was a good choice to further increase their profitability.
While the two attendants outside the door kept watch, the first glimmer of dawn appeared in the red sky. Meanwhile, the moans inside the room had changed into rough snores.
Just when the sun had risen, a senseless attendant ran upstairs in a hurry with something in his hand. He was creating too much noise, as if his ass were on fire.
"Fuck! If you wake the boss, you are dead. But I don't want to be killed with you, so shut the hell up!" the young bald man cursed the panting man. He was so angry that he even slapped him.
The man who had come running in a panic had just realized that he had caused a ruckus. He was unwilling to submit to the bald man, but he dared not retort. The bald man was their boss' bodyguard. Being a bodyguard was not a high position, but he was the one who could always follow their boss around. So, the position was somewhat important—like a eunuch who stood by the emperor in ancient times.
He took pleasure in secretly comparing the bald man to a eunuch. Then in a hurry, he said, "Mr. Brian Long has sent word that he wants to meet with our boss!"
"Mr. Brian Long?" the bald man asked for confirmation. When the attendant nodded, he asked with a frown, "Why does Mr. Brian Long want to meet with our boss?"
Connection had conquered the whole of Moonlight Street. They distributed drugs all over the place. However, the Grand Night Casino was an exception. They hadn't even tried to enter the casino. They knew perfectly well that there were some people whom you were not supposed to meddle with at any cost. They had drawn lessons from Black Widow's mistakes, who had vividly shown the disastrous consequence of provoking the wrong people. Therefore, their boss chose to avoid Brian Long like the plague. Besides, there were a lot of entertainment venues available to them in Moonlight Street. It was okay that their business didn't involve the Grand Night Casino.
"Well?" the attendant asked, looking at the man with the short spiky hair who was still at the door. "Shouldn't we tell the boss right away?"
The bald man had no death wish. Their boss had just gone to sleep after making love with his woman the whole night. If he entered the room and woke him up right now, he would not live another day. "What time is the meeting at?" he asked.
"Nine o'clock at the Grand Night Casino."
"Fuck!" the bald man cursed again as he looked at his watch and saw that it was already past eight. If he woke the boss up from his slumber, he would probably kill him; if the boss missed the meeting with Brian Long, he would kill him then too. Either way, he was gonna be dead meat. The man sighed in defeat.
He took a deep breath, intending to face the music bravely. He walked to the door and knocked once. After a short while, somebody opened the door.
"What?" the woman asked as soon as the door was opened.
The bald man had stooped low to escape his boss' possible slap. But thankfully, it was the boss' woman who had opened the door for him. Moreover, she was wearing a half transparent nightgown. He could see that she wasn't wearing anything else under the nightgown. With his head lowered, his sight fell on the two salient points over her breast. In an instant, he felt a hot wave moving through his pants. By instinct, he lowered his sight, and it fell on the valley between her thighs this time.
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