Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 2118 - 2107: Target Located

Ning Fan couldn't help but laugh. "You're right. I was taking it too seriously."Just as they approached the club's main entrance, a pretty hostess came up with a bright smile. "Good evening, sir, miss."

Ning Fan followed behind the Maid and walked to the elevator.

Clubs in Ginza were basically all on the upper floors of high-rises.

As for the reason, there were all kinds of factors.

After casually ordering some drinks, Ning Fan followed An Yi's gaze and looked toward a dark red door.

Ning Fan pressed the call button and summoned a waiter. "Take us in."

He had already seen quite a few men and women going through that door.

It was obvious that this was not a place for random idlers.

"Sir, I'm afraid that's not possible."

Ning Fan frowned. "Why?"

"This…"

"Spit it out."

Seeing Ning Fan angry, the waiter dropped to his knees with a thud in a formal seiza.

Scenes like this were nothing new to the people in the hall, and even Ning Fan had grown accustomed to it.

He'd only been in Fusang two days and had already seen this several times.

Fusang people's knees seemed especially soft; they'd kneel at the drop of a hat and beg for forgiveness.

Some said this was because they were polite, but Ning Fan only sneered at that.

This had nothing to do with politeness; the purpose of kneeling was purely fame and profit, without the slightest backbone.

"Sir, this is the house rule…"

After listening to the waiter's tactful explanation, Ning Fan couldn't help finding it funny. The situation was completely different from what he'd imagined.

Behind the dark red door were various independent private rooms.

The rooms were of course prepared for guests, but the rule of this establishment was:

Guests entering a private room must order companions to drink with them.

"How about this. I don't need anyone to accompany me, but I'll still pay."

Hearing this, the waiter knocked his head on the floor with loud thumps, saying nonstop, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Ning Fan was speechless. "That doesn't work either? It's not like I'm not paying."

"I'm sorry. This is the house rule."

"Fusang people really are like the rumors say—rigid and inflexible."

Ning Fan waved impatiently. "Go make the arrangements."

"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment."

The waiter who had just looked like his parents died instantly left beaming with a broad grin.

The speed of that face change made Ning Fan inwardly marvel.

In just a few minutes, a row of pretty girls lined up in front of Ning Fan.

"You two will do."

As they were leaving, An Yi looked like he wanted to stand up, but Ning Fan gave a slight shake of his head. The next part didn't require An Yi to make a move.

Passing through the dark red door, the corridor that appeared in front of them wasn't narrow like Ning Fan had imagined, but instead very spacious.

"No cameras, huh. That saves me a lot of trouble."

Ning Fan glanced up. The ceiling above was completely bare.

The best part was that the private rooms along the way were very well soundproofed.

With his hearing, even if he listened carefully he could only catch very faint sounds.

"This really is a great place."

"Of course it's a great place—because we're here," one of the women said.

Hearing the oddly accented Huaxia language, Ning Fan was a bit surprised and asked with a smile, "Didn't expect you to know Huaxia?"

The woman smiled. "I'm a student at Todai, you know!"

Ning Fan didn't bother asking the pointless question of why a Todai student was working here.

"We're here, sir."

The moment he stepped into the room, Ning Fan thought he'd gone to the wrong place.

After passing the entrance, what appeared before them was clearly a bathroom; there was no sign of a private room.

"Sir, we'll be taking care of you from here on."

Glancing at the blonde Vivian, the two women each took one of Ning Fan's hands and led him toward the bath.

Seeing the familiar setting, Ning Fan thought of those hormone-fueled teenage days.

When he saw the two start undressing, Ning Fan quickly said, "Let's have a drink first."

"Of course."

They continued forward, and this time the room they entered finally looked like an actual private room.

A large glass table was covered with all kinds of fine liquor.

With the colorful lights and ambiguous mood, the two women snuggled up against Ning Fan's chest on either side.

As for Vivian, they had already completely ignored her.

The customers who came here were all sorts, and this wasn't their first time serving a guest who brought a female companion.

As the alcohol kicked in, the two women grew increasingly bold.

Just then, the pair suddenly collapsed to the floor with a thud.

Vivian said expressionlessly, "Second Sister called and told me I must watch you and not let you fool around outside."

Ning Fan said helplessly, "You're overthinking it. It's not like I was planning to do anything."

He'd originally planned to get these two women drunk; now he was spared the trouble.

"Let's go."

There were probably about twenty private rooms here, but the cold aura radiating from the middle-aged man was as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark.

"It's this one. You're in charge of grabbing the guy."

"Got it."

"Get ready."

As he spoke, Ning Fan pressed the doorbell.

"Which bastard is it?"

A cursing voice came from inside, getting closer.

Soon, the tightly closed door opened a crack.

"Such low vigilance."

Ning Fan had originally planned to have Vivian pretend to be a waitress to trick them into opening the door, but he hadn't expected the people inside to be so cooperative.

The instant the gap appeared, Ning Fan shot Vivian a look and then shoved the door fully open.

Two elongated black shadows rushed into the room. Vivian went straight for the source of the aura.

Ning Fan, meanwhile, knocked out all the women present in the first instant.

As for the men inside, they were all left limp on the floor, groaning in pain.

The whole operation was clean and efficient. By the time Vivian was hauling the middle-aged man like a chick, Ning Fan had already knocked out the last one.

The two of them moved so fast that the people inside didn't even have time to fight back before they were all subdued.

These women were just here earning hard money; Ning Fan wasn't about to kill them. That was why he only knocked them out.

A bald, tattooed hulk gritted his teeth and asked, "Who the hell are you people?"

Just now he'd only seen a black shadow flash by, then a heavy blow hit his abdomen. The force felt like it shattered his intestines, and he'd curled up on the ground on the spot.

Ning Fan ignored him and focused on the man Vivian was holding.

"No issues?"

Vivian said disdainfully, "Just trash. What issue could there be?"

"Good."

Before the operation, Ning Fan had unlocked a sliver of Divine Power for Vivian.

No matter what tricks the middle-aged man had, using mortal means, there was no way he could escape a shackle set by a Demigod.

"Kid, go to hell!"

A shirtless man pulled out a handgun and was just about to fire when his head suddenly jerked to the side and he collapsed to the ground.