Chapter 1478 You Stupid Groundhog

The driver of the black car stared blankly. It was not until a long time later that he noticed that the gear Xue An threw to him was actually glowing blue.

"Hiss! He gave so much money? And what happened to his car? Isn't that the exclusive car of Lord Kopet?"

The driver of the black car muttered softly.

at the same time.

With a loud noise, a dilapidated motorcycle with thick black smoke coming out of the rear staggered to the door of the Stormy Bear Bar.

Aretha jumped down from the back seat, saw the black car on the street at a glance, and rushed over.

"Hey, where's Andrew? Did he go into the bar?"

The driver of the black car nodded, "Of course, I've already gone in!"

Aretha immediately let out a wail, then turned around and yelled at the middle-aged man angrily.

"It's all your fault for this broken motorcycle that broke down halfway! Now everything is over!"

The middle-aged man was also a little annoyed, "Aretha, you can insult me, but please don't talk about my motorcycle!"

"What? Broken is broken, can't you say it?" Aretha became more and more aggressive.

"You..." The middle-aged man was stunned speechless.

Aretha shed a few sad tears towards the Bear Bar.

"Poor Andrew, why didn't you listen to persuasion? It's all right now, I guess you're already cold!"

"Ahem!" The driver of the black car suddenly coughed a few times, and then said, "Aretha, are you worried about that boy just now? Then you don't have to! Because about three minutes before you came, that boy had already Ride off on Lord Kopet's chariot!"

"What?" Aretha exclaimed, "Are you sure you read it right?"

"Joke, who am I? How could I be wrong! And he paid my car fare before leaving!" The driver of the black car shook the gear in his hand.

Aretha's eyes gradually widened, and she couldn't wait to ask, "Then where did he go?"

The driver of the black car shrugged, "I don't know! But before he left, he asked me about the way to Qingshi City! Then he left!"

"Bluestone City?" Aretha's complexion turned pale in an instant.

"Yes! Aretha, you are lucky. This lord is generous. The gear he gave me is enough for a round trip, so I don't need you to accompany me! Goodbye!"

After all, the driver of the black car drove away leisurely.

The middle-aged man approached with a shy face, "Aretha, that guy Andrew has already left anyway, why don't we go back now, so that we can go home before [www.biqugew.xyz] dawn !"

While talking, the middle-aged man greedily looked at Aretha's figure.

Before the words fell, Aretha was furious, "Get out! Get out of here! It's because of you that I delayed my meeting with Andrew, you stupid groundhog, you still want to sleep with my mother?"

Aretha was like a fierce white goose, baring her teeth and claws and roaring.

The middle-aged man blushed from being scolded, and backed away again and again. He wanted to get angry, but he was afraid of alarming the people in the Bear Bar, so he had no choice but to speak viciously.

"Aretha, you old shoe, wait for me!"

After that, he left on his motorcycle in a desperate manner.

Only Aretha was left standing there in a daze, "Bluestone City... Andrew, what are you doing there?"

When the crimson moon is gradually sinking in the west, and the flaming sun rises in the east, illuminating the sky and the earth.

The whole world wakes up, and people start to get busy with food and clothing for their day.

At this time, the Violent Bear Bar fell silent, and the guests who had been tossing and tossing for a whole night dispersed, and the liquor girls were lying on the bed exhausted, closing their eyes and about to fall into a deep sleep.

But at this moment, a shrill scream from the second floor broke the rare peace.

The entire Violent Bear bar also boiled again with this scream.

Originally suffering from insomnia, but because he just drank a glass of champagne, the bar supervisor Moritz, who was about to fall into a sweet dream, was also awakened by the scream, and immediately sat up in a rage.

"By God of Gears, if I caught this yelling bitch, I'd cut off her tongue and make it a bathroom doorknob!"

Moritz walked out of the room in a rage, and several of his subordinates also rushed over at this moment, silently following Moritz who was about to erupt up to the second floor.

As soon as he passed the corner, Moritz's eardrums were stung by piercing screams.

A waitress was sitting slumped in front of the room door at the end of the corridor, screaming hysterically.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Moritz was so angry that he rushed forward in a few steps and grabbed the waitress' hair.

"You bloody bitch, do you know that you interrupted Lord Moritz's sweet dreams?"

The sharp pain in the scalp stopped the waitress's screams, but it didn't mean she regained consciousness.

She was trembling all over, and there were clucking sounds in her throat caused by excessive fright, like a hen waiting to be slaughtered watching the butcher approaching with a knife.

Moritz frowned slightly!

The damned woman looked as if she had been terribly frightened.

How is this going?

Could it be that Master Kopet and the others have come up with some new tricks?

As the director of the Grizzly Bear Bar, he certainly knew who this box belonged to, and at the same time, he was more aware of the cruel and perverted hobbies of Coppett and the others.

But because Coppett has inextricably linked with the boss behind him, Moritz has always chosen to turn a blind eye to these matters.

There are even many times when indulgence is acquiesced.

After all, to get beasts to work for you, you have to satisfy their desires.

Because of this, in the past few years, Moritz has seen dead bodies transported out of this box more than once.

Moritz is sometimes amazed by those strange and whimsical torture methods.

Of course, this also caused his employees to be frightened more than once.

But there had never been an overreaction like this waitress had.

Moritz felt a little puzzled, and then walked to the door.

The door opened a crack, evidently pushed open by the waitress.

Although I haven't entered the door yet, I can already smell the thick and disgusting smell of blood.

Moreover, there was a pool of blackened stains on the carpet under the crack of the door, obviously traces of dried blood.

Moritz frowned!

Sure enough, it was a little too much?

It seems that I should admonish this Mr. Coppett to restrain himself a little bit. After all, doing too much is easy to cause unnecessary trouble.

For example, now, with such a strong smell of blood, God knows what they have done inside.