Aubrey Yuill looked awkward.

The surprise earlier turned to a bit of resentment as she glanced at Dirk Carter, as if to say, "Why did I have to run into you?"

"Back then... we were young, weren't we."

Aubrey said with a pitiful expression.

"Hey, ex-boyfriend, we're going to KTV. Want to join us?"

Ron Vincent challenged.

Aubrey panicked when she heard that.

She said coquettishly to Ron, "Ron, let's just go, why invite him, come on, come on."

The more she wanted to escape the scene.

The more interested Ron became.

He said, "What? Had a lot of stories with the ex-boyfriend back then and don't dare to have him appear in front of me?"

"No, nothing like that."

Aubrey said.

"If there's nothing, invite him along. Your old classmate is there too, right? Perfect for catching up. If he doesn't go, you don't need to either."

Ron finished speaking.

And got onto the sports car.

Aubrey looked resentful.

Complained to Dirk, "Really unlucky, why did I have to run into you here, ah, it's my fault too, I shouldn't have called you earlier."

"Am I that unbearable to you? We did date for two years, after all."

Dirk asked.

Aubrey, hearing this, quickly glanced back at Ron and whispered to Dirk, "Come with me for now. We don't need to mention our past. I'll find you a place to stay later; consider it my pity for you."

"I'm not going."

Dirk said.

Aubrey got anxious.

Snatched the small bag from Dirk's hand.

And got into the car directly.

Then said to Dirk, "Dynasty KTV, room 888. Taxi over yourself."

After saying this.

Took out a hundred-yuan bill and threw it on the ground. The sports car roared away with a step on the gas.

Dirk picked up the hundred yuan on the ground.

Thinking it's just a few old clothes; no big deal if he loses them.

Just as he was about to continue hailing a taxi.

Suddenly, something hit him.

No, the notebook Dylan Tate left is still in the small bag—

Thinking of this, he started to feel anxious.

Quickly hailed a taxi and said to the driver, "To Dynasty KTV."

Fortunately, the distance wasn't very far.

Just about a ten-minute drive.

When Dirk reached the entrance, he saw the red sports car parked not far away.

At this time, a madam approached, wearing a flattering smile and asked, "Handsome, how many of you?"

"Room 888."

Dirk said.

The madam, upon hearing this, said, "Oh, so you're a friend of Young Master Zhao. Come with me."

"Young Master Zhao, you mean Ron Vincent?"

Dirk walked alongside the madam and asked.

The madam nodded and said, "Yes, Ron Vincent, Young Master Zhao."

Dirk suddenly stopped.

Took out several hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the madam's hand, asking, "Can you tell me about this Young Master Zhao?"

"You don't know him?"

"We just met, not too familiar yet."

Dirk said with a smile.

The madam squeezed the money in her hand, looked around, and said, "Generally, we're not supposed to reveal guest privacy, but since you're Young Master Zhao's friend, it doesn't matter. Young Master Zhao himself isn't much, but his dad is impressive, he's the head of the Northside Street office."

Street office head?

That's equivalent to a town mayor.

In other words, a full division level.

Dirk had a clear picture now.

This guy is a kind of official second-generation.

"How many people are in room 888 today?"

Dirk then asked.

The madam lowered her voice and said, "Quite a few, at least five or six, all sons of some leaders from the Northside Street."

So it's a rich kid's gathering.

Dirk smiled slightly and said, "Thanks to the madam."

Next.

Took out a few more bills and handed them over.

With the boost of these bills, the madam, filled with warmth, personally escorted Dirk to the door of the private room.

As soon as Dirk pushed open the door, the noisy sound hit him.

In the private room, there were six men and six women.

Everyone was boisterously gathered together.

Several men were pressing a woman down on the sofa. Her clothes had been almost completely stripped off, leaving her with only underwear.

The woman looked very frightened.

Covering her chest with her hands.

But even so, her body had been touched all over by those six men.

"Who is it?"

A young man with long hair looked at Dirk and asked.

Ron, standing in the middle, immediately stopped what he was doing and said, "Oh, ex-boyfriend, you really came. Come, come, sit down."

He slapped the woman on the sofa on the buttocks.

The woman immediately sat up, as if having a narrow escape from death, and began to hurriedly dress up.

Ron sat in the middle, lit a cigarette, and crossed his legs.

Pointing at Dirk, he said, "Let me introduce to everyone, this guy here, he's my new babe's ex-boyfriend, what's his name again..."

He looked at Aubrey to ask.

Aubrey said in a timid voice, "Dirk Carter."

Ron boldly said, "Oh, Dirk Carter, Carter as in carting away."

"Hahaha..."

A group of people, regardless of gender, all laughed along.

"Where's my bag?"

Dirk walked to the coffee table, asking Aubrey.

Aubrey hadn't spoken yet.

Ron said, "A crappy bag, with a few rags inside, what's it for? I tossed it out for you."

Hearing this, you know they've opened the bag and looked inside.

"Where did you throw it?"

Dirk continued to ask.

Ron pretended to knock on his head and said whimsically, "Oh, look at my head, I forgot where I threw it, maybe it's in some trash can, want it? Go out and pick it up, so many trash cans, search one by one, you're sure to find it, hahaha..."

Another round of taunting laughter erupted.

Dirk's face suddenly darkened.

Asked again, "Where exactly is the bag?"

Seeing no expression on Dirk's face.

The smile on Ron's face vanished instantly too.

He straightened his posture, coldly said, "Who do you damn think you are, talking to me like that? You looking to die?"

He shouted.

Everyone else fell silent too.

"I'm not interested in talking with you. I just want my bag. Give it to me, and I won't cause any trouble."

Dirk said.

When Ron heard this, he said to the others, "Hey, did you hear him, he doesn't want trouble, yet he still dares to trouble me. Is his tone big? Isn't it a while since we met someone with such a big tone?"

"Yes, it's been a while."

"Interesting, interesting, seems like tonight will be fun."

Others echoed.

Ron chuckled, saying, "Didn't you want your bag? Fine, drink all the wine on the table. If you can finish it, I'll return your bag."

After saying this.

He swept his hand over the coffee table.

The table was piled with beer and a few bottles of liquor, and if you drank it all, you'd probably die.

"Ron, let's have our own fun, why bother with someone of this low level?"

Dirk was here.

Aubrey felt awkward too, immediately stepped in to say.

Ron put on a face and asked, "What? Feeling sorry for your ex-boyfriend? Want to find a room and rekindle your old love?"

"No, why would I feel sorry for him? A guy with neither money nor power."

Aubrey quickly explained.

With this answer.

Ron was quite satisfied.

He directly made a tearing sound as he unzipped his pants, took out the "stick" inside, and pointed at Aubrey saying, "Alright, since you don't want to rekindle old love, I'll give you a chance. Now you suck it and only release when I tell you, during this process, you're not allowed to speak, only I can stick something in your mouth..."

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