Chapter 412 The war in the capital ([-])
Ever since the start of the flower market, the nights in the capital have become uneventful, but around Twelve Nights, the neighborhood within the Xia family is very safe. It has always been lively, with pedestrians coming and going, including children and women. There were men and old people out for a walk. At night, neon lights flashed on both sides of the road, people were noisy, and traffic was busy. It was a bustling night.

There were bodyguards surrounding Twelve Nights. Guests could enter and exit freely after submitting their identity certificates and entrance fees. Deep in the long corridor, they pushed the door open and entered.

The mixed air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, the sound of music was almost deafening, the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and hormones, the desperate cry was shouted everywhere, and there was an atmosphere of decadence and decadence.

Que and Yao Xiaoke sat leisurely in front of the bar. In front of them were some noisy, lonely, excited, low-pitched, strong, and helpless people.

The handsome bartender attracted several women to surround him. The wine bottle swam obediently between his left and right hands, docile and pretentious. The women ordered a glass of wine with him and then walked away. .

The bartender raised his head, then turned to Yao Xiaoke and smiled gently: "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"Orange juice will do, I'd like a glass of whiskey," Que replied.

The bartender nodded, and after a while, he placed two delicate cups filled with liquid in front of them, and then still smiled at them: "There will be Mr. Ye's performance later."

Brother Ye's performance?Yao Xiaoke turned around with interest and faced the stage.

The handsome boy who was not yet full of childishness was particularly conspicuous sitting here. Yao Xiaoke was completely unaware of the gazes of several people around him until a rebellious-looking girl walked slowly not far away and blocked Yao Xiaoke's sight.

"Hello, little brother, are you here alone?" The girl had flaxen hair, a short skirt, and a tattoo on her neck. Yao Xiaoke was stunned by such an obvious chat, and turned to look at Que .

"I'm sorry, young lady, he is with me, not alone. Also, you are blocking our view, can you get out of the way."

Looking at the handsome young man who spoke, the girl was a little angry at such an obvious order to exclude guests, but soon, two bodyguards stood in front of Yao Xiaoke and Que, and the girl understood and said with a smile: "Sorry, I’m disturbing you, I’ll leave right away.”

The girl almost ran away, Que smiled, and then put her hands on the bar: "Don't worry, we are the guests of the Xia family. We can do whatever we want on the territory of Twelve Nights, and these bodyguards will protect us." Yes, you should also look at the person you’re talking to.”

Here, Yao Xiaoke instantly felt a sense of security, as if he belonged here.

"Look, the show has begun—"

Hearing the sound coming from the bird next to him, Yao Xiaoke slowly raised his head. The bodyguards had retreated to the back. Where the sight was open, the person standing on the stage was Ye Ying.

A song accompanied by light music spread throughout Twelve Nights through the microphone, arousing some feelings in people. As soon as he sang, the people in the audience instantly fell into silence.

But among the audience standing under the stage, there was one person who was particularly conspicuous. There were no people standing around him, but empty spaces. That person was Xia Xichen.

One sings on stage and the other acts as a loyal audience member off stage.

It seemed like there were only two of them in this space.

(End of this chapter)

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