I Am In Marvel

Caesar sat on the sofa in the club hall, sipping fine wine while collecting various information.

After a while, he saw Colonel Hendley, holding a girl in his left and right arms, in a fluffy cloak, wearing revealing clothes in this entertainment occasion, revealing a lot of spring, but still exuding the aura of a queen. Under the leadership, go to one of the private rooms with curtains.

In the lobby of the club, all the security guards subconsciously stepped aside and did not dare to stop the woman's pace. The regular customers who came often didn't come forward to chat up, and although the eyes looking at the woman were obscene and wanting to conquer, it was more of an undisguised fear.

If you have an in-depth understanding of the Hellfire Club, you will know that the current woman is the legendary behind-the-scenes boss. Hellfire Club can be loved by the upper class, and it is popular in black and white, but it is not an ordinary nightclub.

And being the behind-the-scenes boss of the club, a woman is naturally not an ordinary senior girl.

When the curtain of the private room was lowered, the White Queen's beautiful eyes swept across the lively hall, and her eyes paused on Caesar. Her brows wrinkled slightly, feeling as if the other party had seen him somewhere, but she quickly lowered the curtain without leaving a trace.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

Caesar lowered his eyes, leaned his back comfortably on the back of the sofa, raised his neck, drank the fine wine in one gulp, and snapped his fingers to the passing bartender, "One more brandy."

"Yes, sir." The waiter took the glass respectfully.

At this moment, at the door of the club's hall, another young sexy girl walked in.

The girl has dark golden hair that reaches her waist, and her appearance is top-notch in this place where beautiful women gather. A good figure with a healthy wheat color makes people have a bright sense of sight. She was also wearing a black and sexy three-point style, but she was a little embarrassed to let go. She put her hands on her lower abdomen slightly nervously, and stepped on tiptoes on the red carpet with her bare feet.

Several middle-aged gentlemen still in the hall, their expressions moved slightly, rubbing their palms, like wolves smelling blood, they quickly surrounded the girl.

In the Hellfire Club, guests have the right to choose girls, but girls do not have the right to choose, whoever makes an appointment first counts.

"that……"

Seeing a few people approaching her, the girl couldn't help shrinking. Just as she was about to find a reason to refuse, someone suddenly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her fat-free waist. Under her exclamation, she directly took it into her arms as a possession.

"I'm sorry, I made an appointment for this." Caesar held the newly replaced wine glass, hugged the girl and smiled.

The girl was stunned, her mind went blank, and she forgot to resist for a while.

The other middle-aged gentlemen, who were a step behind, looked at the teenager with a snatch, and the original gentleman's elegant face immediately froze.

The corners of Caesar's mouth rose, and he walked towards the sofa with the girl, leaving behind the middle-aged gentlemen with livid faces.

"Little bunny!"

As a high-ranking Italian diplomat, Griff had never been so angry, so he had to go forward for a theoretical confrontation with Caesar, but was stopped by two old friends who were traveling with him.

"Forget it, Griff, it's not good to make trouble here."

"Yeah. Give the Hellfire Club some face, wait until you get out of this door, and then slowly settle the scruples."

Hearing his friend's advice, Griff stared at him, blew his beard, and looked at Caesar's retreating back angrily, "Well, consider him good luck."

Taking the girl to a corner, Caesar first sat down on the sofa, then pulled the girl into his arms, and handed the swaying wine glass to her lips, "Come, drink with me."

"Woo." The girl was still in a stunned state, opened her lips obediently, took a sip of wine, and two blushing blushes floated on her white cheeks.

Caesar kept smiling, continued to shake the glass, looked at the lip print left on the edge of the glass, took a sip of the wine himself, and commented, "Not bad."

"you you……"

The girl finally realized that she was being molested by a boy who was five years younger than her. She subconsciously wanted to break free from Caesar's arms, but Caesar hugged her tighter and whispered in his ear, "You, no girl?"

The girl's heart was filled with stormy waves, she no longer resisted, and pretended to be confused and whispered: "What are you talking about?"

Caesar smiled, held her slender hand, approached her earlobe and replied, "There is a hard skin on your right index finger, although it's not obvious, but you can tell when you touch it, it's very inconsistent with the rest of the smooth parts. It's probably because of the long-term use of guns."

"I practice self-defense, can't I?" The girl was still stubborn.

Caesar blinked: "Yes. But as a girl, your body is too clean. If you are inexperienced, I can teach you at night."

"You...you little bastard."

Even though he was much older, he was molested several times, and the girl lost again. The young man in front of him was definitely an old fritter. Despite this, she did not show panic. Since the boy knew that she was not a girl, and he helped her out, it meant that the other party was not malicious.

"My name is Caesar, what about you, sister?" Caesar hugged the girl and continued to taste the wine.

"Mora. By age, you should call me sister."

Mora raised her head in dissatisfaction, and glanced at Caesar angrily, but at such a close distance, she finally fully saw his appearance, and their noses almost touched each other, causing her to bounce outwards in an electric shock. .

Before she bounced a few centimeters away, Caesar pulled her into his arms again, "Be careful, the security here is watching."

"Damn, bear with you!"

Mora gritted her teeth. If the CIA training center knew about it, she would have beaten down how many male agents were lying on the ground. At this time, she was lying in the boy's arms as tame as a cat. I don't know what kind of sensation it would cause.

"Good, that's right."

Caesar smiled lightly, "Now that we know each other, can you tell me your origin and purpose?"

"Of course not."

Mora refused decisively, and then hesitated, "Unless, you help me distract the attention of the security guards in the hall... Forget it, you can't do it."

"Then it's settled."

Caesar suddenly released Mora and stood up from the sofa, which made Mora inexplicably feel a little lost. In a trance, he saw Caesar walking towards the three of Griff who were still in the hall.

"What does he want to do?" Mora was stunned.

The three of Griff drank and chatted, looking for new girls, and Caesar walked up to them. Seeing that it was Caesar, Griff slapped his face abruptly before he could react.

'Snapped! ’

An extremely loud slap sounded in the hall of the Hellfire Club, causing all the guests to cover their mouths in horror and attracting the attention of the security guards on duty.

"You, what are you doing!" Griff held the injured left cheek and looked at Caesar angrily, his flushed face quickly swelled up.

"It's nothing. I remember that you glanced at me just now. I was very upset, so I slapped you to discourage me."

Caesar said it as a matter of course, and took out a white handkerchief and wiped his slapped palm.

Griff's eyes were burning, and he said angrily, "Are you humiliating me? Do you know who I am?!"

"No, I'm not targeting you alone."

Caesar threw away the handkerchief and said calmly: "I mean you and the two behind you are garbage, which stains my eyes, and the trouble immediately disappears from my eyes now!"

As soon as these extremely arrogant words came out, the entire hall of the Hellfire Club suddenly burst into an uproar.