Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 795: Are you teasing me right away?

Baijiu lowered his head slightly and walked steadily down the brass-edged wooden steps.

Glancing around, he instantly concluded that this was an indoor place filled with a retro charm.

Guests, dressed elegantly and appropriately, were standing or sitting, scattered around the carved railings and dark wooden tables and chairs.

The wine glasses in their hands gleamed in the soft light.

The walls and partition columns are made of dark wood, and the texture is faintly visible in the dim light.

The long strip lights hanging above gently cast light into every area.

The woman on the stage said in a deep, magnetic voice: "Max saw through the world we live in now, but she once dreamed of a very different future."

"A world that no longer needed her unique talents. Everything she gained from the way the world worked was ultimately used to shape what it might one day become."

Baijiu's eyes swept across the audience, and several bearded men sitting in a bold posture caught his attention.

They were staring at the woman on the stage with eyes as if they were locking onto prey.

In the blink of an eye, three more burly bearded men appeared at the edge of Baijiu's sight.

Baijiu did not avoid their gaze, but met it calmly and steadily.

However, the other party didn't seem to care about him.

Their faces were half covered, their eyes fixed on the woman on the stage, and they were whispering about something.

“That future hasn’t arrived yet,” the woman said, her voice tinged with hope. “And tonight, your generous donation brings us one step closer to that future.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in deafening applause.

"Thank you all for coming, please enjoy this feast." She adjusted the microphone and walked gracefully off the stage.

Baijiu quietly walked around the left side of the audience and came to the wine table on the side to wait.

The woman noticed him and their eyes met for a few seconds.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and motioned Baijiu to come forward.

The woman sat sideways on a high chair, her graceful figure outlined in a backless white dress.

The smooth and beautiful back has a delicate luster under the light, and the shoulder lines are smooth and sexy.

The long, straight legs extend upward from the slender ankles, the calves are well-proportioned and firm, and the thighs are round and full.

She leaned lightly against the bar, outlining an alluring curve.

Her slender hand rested on the rim of the ice-clear martini glass, the liquid in the glass swayed gently, and she blinked her affectionate eyes, looking at the white wine.

Baijiu's face was tense, and he deliberately avoided the affectionate gaze. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the table.

The woman moistened her upper lip and spoke slowly, her voice a touch playful: "You can't be John Lark."

Baijiu calmly turned around, met her eyes, and deliberately thickened his voice: "Actually, I'm not. That's just an alias."

The woman's smile spread across her eyes, her pupils lit up as if hiding stars, and the corners of her mouth raised with an intoxicating sweetness.

"At least it's better than 'Anonymous,'" the woman chuckled.

"Do you have any other names?" she asked.

Baijiu frowned slightly and tried to change the subject: "Is there somewhere we can talk in private?"

The woman frowned slightly, but the corners of her mouth still curled up. "I quite like the name 'Lake'. It has a unique charm."

Baijiu remained serious, his fingers tapping the dial on his wrist: "We don't have much time."

"Because to be honest," the woman said, she actually reached out and gently brushed away the dust left on Baijiu's suit, "Judging from your reputation outside, I didn't expect you to be so handsome."

Baijiu suddenly grabbed her wrist! The force was so strong that it seemed to penetrate her bones and blood, and he pulled her towards him! The distance between them was instantly shortened, so close that he could vaguely feel the warmth of her breath.

"Plop!" The wine glass fell over, and the wine spilled and splashed onto the back of her white feet.

Baijiu stared at her expressionlessly, his voice as cold as ice: "Don't be deceived by appearances. My true face is also very vicious and ugly. I'm telling you the truth, your situation is very dangerous."

The initial fondness in the woman's eyes now transformed into a deeper interest. A slight ripple flickered at the corners of her eyes, and the last trace of her guard seemed to have dropped.

Seeing this, Baijiu was about to take a breath -

A big hand slapped him on the shoulder!

Baijiu reacted quickly, spun around, and fiercely shook the hand off! A man with an American-style spiky haircut and a linen-brown suit appeared before him. He had a small mustache on his upper lip, and his muscular lines were still clearly visible under his well-cut suit.

The movement of his hand raised was full of intimidation, his facial lines were hard, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were like sharp blades staring at Baijiu, and his tightly pursed lips burst out with an order: "Don't touch her!"

"Don't be nervous, this is my brother." The woman introduced him with a relaxed look.

Seeing that her brother's hand was still firmly holding Baijiu's wrist, the woman rolled her eyes. She raised her knee slightly, and the sharp tip of her high heel mercilessly stabbed her brother's calf!

Then, she turned, the gentleness and tenderness on her face vanishing in an instant, replaced by a cold, indifferent expression. She raised her glass, took a sip, and spoke with undeniable authority: "Zola, you are being rude to our guests."

Zola half-closed her eyes and looked at the woman sitting in the seat: "It's time to go."

The woman raised her head slightly and said a few words coldly: "Don't make a big deal out of this."

As a brother, Zola knew his sister's temper well. If she really got angry, the consequences would be disastrous - if he fought back, it would be bad, and if he didn't fight back, it would be bad too.

Zola swallowed silently, raised his finger, poked Baijiu's chest hatefully, and said through gritted teeth: "You don't want to stay with this person, do you?"

Baijiu took advantage of this gap to glance sharply at the side of the audience - those bearded men who were sitting in an unrestrained manner were staring straight at him!

A smile returned to the woman's face, and her tone became softer: "What did you say just now?"

"You are in a very dangerous situation." Baijiu repeated.

The woman turned sideways to Baijiu, her eyes slightly widened, revealing an intriguing smile. Her calf deliberately moved closer, rubbing lightly against Baijiu's knee, and her voice was charming and seductive: "Who would want to kill me?"

Baijiu shrank back slightly and replied seriously, "First, the Americans."

The woman's dimples were still on her face, and she responded lazily: "If that's the case, then I would have known it a long time ago."

"Do you think you're the only one with spies in the government?" Baijiu asked, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. "Someone here doesn't want me to meet you."

The woman didn't say anything, but a smile was still on her face. She looked at the liquor as if she had poured all the tenderness in her body and mind into it.

Baijiu automatically blocked her tender gaze and said indifferently, "Look around you."

The woman understood Baijiu's micro-expression, turned around and looked in the direction of his gaze - sure enough, she had noticed those bearded men who were eager to try.

The woman lowered her head, lost in thought. Suddenly, Baijiu's deep, magnetic voice reached her ears: "I know what you're thinking. Maybe they're not here to kill you. Maybe their target is me. Are you willing to take the risk? You have something I want."

"This makes me the only person you can trust now who can get you out of here alive." Baijiu paused and glanced at Zola in the corner, whose face was ashen. His expression was uglier than if he had eaten a fly, and he looked like he wanted to pull out a gun and shoot Baijiu in the head immediately.

Baijiu lowered his voice and continued, "Or... would you rather rely on your brother?"

The woman looked in the same direction again—those bearded men had already started to act!