Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1735 - 1724: Lurking Killing Intent

The dancer's words were naturally meant for those enticing US Dollars.If it weren't for them, she would have notified security to delete certain photos that shouldn't exist once the dance ended.

Ning Fan shrugged, leaving the decision to a curious female vampire.

Seeing Alice awkwardly lowering her head, Ning Fan smiled, "Please."

Accompanied by dynamic music, the enchanting dance played once again.

Even though the dancer didn't mind, Alice, with her thin skin, couldn't be so carefree.

She only pulled her phone a bit more out of her pocket and stopped pressing the shutter anxiously.

A few short minutes later, the dance ended, marking the completion of Alice's bet with her classmate.

Although this peculiar customer didn't continue to express it, the generous tip earlier had already made the dancer very satisfied.

"Let's go."

Just as Ning Fan stood up, he sat back on the sofa as soon as his words fell.

Alice asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I've met an old friend."

Ning Fan smiled faintly, his sharp gaze fixed on the booth a hundred meters away.

Even though the lighting was dim, it couldn't stop him from recognizing those two faces he had encountered once before.

"I didn't expect to see the Smith couple here; it's certainly a fate."

"The Smith couple?"

Following Ning Fan's gaze, Alice saw the couple and frowned, "How strange, why are they dressed like that?"

Mrs. Smith had left Alice with the impression of a well-educated, intellectual woman.

But at that moment, her attire was completely at odds with her temperament and age.

Heavy makeup, thick eye shadow, blood-red lipstick, and especially that outfit.

A tight leather jacket on top and a pair of lace garter fishnet stockings on the bottom.

Overall, she looked like the lowest, cheapest streetwalker in some alleyway.

And Mr. Smith was still in his Hawaiian-themed attire, with big sunglasses and beach shorts.

With his chest half-exposed, Mr. Smith was engaged in intense interaction with the dancer, entangled so closely that there wasn't a gap between them.

Despite this, Mrs. Smith, as his wife, was indifferent, elegantly smoking a cigarette.

"What are they doing?"

Alice was bewildered, still unable to believe that the couple was genuinely there for entertainment.

"No way they're like me."

The absurd thought flashed through her mind, and Alice just heard Ning Fan laughing, "I guess there's a good show ahead."

"What's the good show?"

Ning Fan didn't answer this question, only smiled at the dancer, "I think you can call it a night."

"I think so too."

The dancer gave Ning Fan a warm kiss on the cheek, then left excitedly.

Seeing Ning Fan unhesitatingly accept this kiss, Alice felt a little jealous, "You still haven't said what the good show is?"

"Murder."

Ning Fan's abrupt answer left Alice utterly stunned.

After sensing carefully, Alice hesitated, "No way. It doesn't look like it."

Ning Fan chuckled, "Does the killer have their identity carved on their forehead?"

Mrs. Smith crossed her legs, but Ning Fan had good eyes and noticed a bulge from the inner side of the interlaced thighs.

From the contour, he could identify the shape of a gun.

Moreover, Mrs. Smith's cigarette-holding right hand always rested on her knee,

ready to drop the cigarette, spread her legs, pull out the gun, and shoot...

With his estimation of Mrs. Smith's skills, Ning Fan reckoned it would take less than a second to complete these actions.

As for Mr. Smith, who seemed to be interacting frivolously with the dancer, his eyes were actually fixed on a certain spot.

His hands roaming the dancer's back, just fifty centimeters away on the table, were two fruit knives.

In such a complex terrain, even a regular person, with special training, could be more lethal with a cold weapon than a hot one.

The situation was basically clear; this disguised couple was here to assassinate someone.

Ning Fan laughed gleefully, "This assassin couple is in for some bad luck."

Their eyes occasionally glanced at the door leading to the Taoist Sect; if nothing extraordinary happened, their target would come out from that door.

The booth the couple selected was very particular, with the door at a perfect shooting distance from them.

Likewise, the booth was very close to the fire exit, likely their escape route.

Ning Fan could almost visualize their action plan.

Upon spotting the target, Mrs. Smith would be the main attacker, killing the target.

Simultaneously, Mr. Smith would pick up those two fruit knives and throw them like darts at the guards by the fire exit.

In this already noisy environment, the sudden occurrence of gunfire would definitely cause panic.

This slight chaos would allow them to leave at ease once they succeeded.

This assassination plan could be described as foolproof.

The premise, however, was that the plan must not be detected.

Ning Fan had already noticed that the camera by the door was aimed at them.

In such an entertainment venue, there usually wouldn't be internal surveillance.

After all, no guest likes to enjoy themselves under another's watchful eyes.

The same applied to this strip club; the only camera was set up by the door.

Now the camera's suspicious adjustment was aimed indoors.

Besides exposure, Ning Fan couldn't think of any other possibility.

Furthermore, Ning Fan noticed that among the arriving guests, quite a few were dispersing in all directions.

All of them unerringly focused on the fire exit.

"It seems the fire exit must be blocked. In its open terrain, if the two of them can't escape immediately, they might get riddled with bullets."

Ning Fan believed the couple must have scouted the place and confirmed the fire exit could be used for escape.

But since their actions were detected, blocking the fire exit would be so easy.

Thinking of this, Ning Fan silently shook his head, "How could this assassin couple be so lacking in vigilance."

Ning Fan then realized that no matter how skilled they were, they were still ordinary people and couldn't detect the abnormal camera.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. This assassin couple is as good as dead."

After hearing Ning Fan's analysis, Alice had no doubt and hurriedly said, "Ning Fan, can you save them? They're good people."

"Good people?"

Ning Fan chuckled, then said, "Since Miss Alice personally asked, I certainly won't refuse."

Hearing this response, Alice was delighted.

Scanning the ceiling, Ning Fan plucked a few grapes from the fruit platter.

The way to break this situation was simple; just knock out all the indoor lighting.

The opposition waited for the assassins to expose themselves, rushing towards the wide-open fire exit. At that moment, it would be easy to open fire indiscriminately.