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 at him was actually glowing blue.

"Hey! He actually gave so much money? And what's the matter with his car? Isn't that the exclusive car of Lord Copet?"

The driver of the black car whispered softly.

at the same time.

With a thunderous sound, a tattered motorcycle with thick black smoke from its tail staggered to the front of the Bear Bar.

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

"Hey, where's Andrew? Has he entered the bar?"

The driver of the black car nodded, "Of course, I went in long ago!"

Aretha wailed immediately, then turned around and shouted at the middle-aged man angrily.

"It's all because of your broken motorcycle that broke down halfway! Now everything is over!"

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

"Why? Broken is broken, can't it be said?" Aretha became more and more aggressive.

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

Aretha shed a few sad tears at the Bear Bar.

"Poor Andrew, why don't you listen to it? It's fine now, I guess you are already cold!"

"Ahem!" The black car driver suddenly coughed a few times, and then said: "Aresha, are you worried about the boy just now? Then you don't have to! Because just about three minutes before you came, the boy has already Riding Master Copet’s chariot and left!"

"What?" Aretha exclaimed, "Are you sure you are not mistaken?"

"Joke, who am I? How could I be mistaken! And he paid for my car before he left!" The black car driver raised 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 when he left, he asked me about the way to Bluestone City! Then he left!"

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

"Yeah! Aretha, you are lucky, this adult is generous, and the gear given to me is enough for the car to go back and forth, so I don't need you to accompany me! Goodbye!"

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

The middle-aged man leaned over with a sullen face, "Aresha, anyway, that guy Andrew has gone, so why don't we go back now, so that we can just rush home before the day [www.biqugew.xyz] lights up." !"

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

Before the words finished, Aretha furious, "Get out! Get out of here! It's all because of you that delayed me from seeing Andrew, you stupid groundhog, you still want to sleep with my mother?"

Aretha is like a pungent big white goose, roaring with teeth and claws.

The middle-aged man was blushing when he was scolded, and he backed back again and again. He wanted to have an attack, but he was afraid that he would startle the bear bar.

"Irisa, your torn shoe, wait for me!"

After all, he rode away on a motorcycle dingy.

Only Aretha stood alone in despair, "Bluestone City..., Andrew, what are you doing there?"

When the crimson moon gradually sinks to the west, the day of flames rises from the east, illuminating the world.

The whole world woke up, and people began to busy themselves with food and clothing for this day.

At this time, the blizzard bar fell silent, and the guests who had been tossing the whole night dispersed separately, and the liquor girls lay on the bed exhausted, closing their eyes and were about to fall asleep.

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

The entire blizzard bar also boiled again with this scream.

Originally suffering from insomnia, but because he had just drunk a glass of champagne, the bar manager Moritz, who was about to sink into a sweet dream, was also awakened by this scream, and then sat up furiously.

"The gear **** is on top. If I catch this yelling bitch, I will cut off her tongue and make it into a bathroom doorknob!"

Moritz walked out of the room angrily, and several of his men also rushed over at this time, silently following Moritz, who was about to explode, to the second floor.

Just walking past the corner, the harsh scream stung Moritz's eardrums.

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

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

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

"You **** bitch, did you know you interrupted Master Moritz's dream?"

The severe scalp pain stopped the waitress's screams abruptly, but it didn't mean that she had regained consciousness.

She was shaking all over, and her throat made chuckles caused by excessive panic, like a hen waiting to be slaughtered watching a butcher walking with a knife.

Moritz frowned slightly!

This **** woman seemed to have been completely frightened.

How is this going?

Could it be Mr. Koppert that they have come up with any new tricks?

As the director of the Bear Bar, he certainly knows who this box belongs to, and at the same time knows more about the cruel and perverted hobbies of Copet and others.

But because Koppert has an intricate relationship with the boss behind him, Moritz has always chosen to ignore these things.

Many times even tacit indulgence.

After all, if you want beasts to work for you, you must first satisfy their desires.

For this reason, Moritz has seen dead bodies transported from this box more than once in the past few years.

Moritz is sometimes amazed by those weird and whimsical torture methodsOf course, this has also caused his employees to be scared more than once.

But there has never been an overreaction like this waitress.

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

The door opened a small slit, apparently pushed open by the waitress.

Although he hadn't entered the door yet, he could smell the blood that was so nauseating.

And there was a black stain on the carpet under the door, which was obviously a trace of the blood drying up.

Moritz frowned!

Sure enough, is it a bit too much?

It seems that I should admonish this Mr. Koppert to constrain a little, after all, doing too much can easily cause unnecessary trouble.

For example, now, with such a strong **** atmosphere, God knows what they did in it.