Yang Huimin took Lei Zhen's arm and walked into the British Concession's Tea Building, which was closest to the military camp and the Sihang Warehouse, and turned into a club with ease.

Everyone looked at Yang Huimin and Lei Zhen with such a close attitude and showed a strange expression. Several British soldiers who were afraid of the world's chaos even blew a few loud whistles at Yang Huimin in public. Even several officers with female companions nodded and smiled at Yang Huimin.

This is a club built in the concession and serves British soldiers. In order to allow these British soldiers to feel like they are back in the club, the club's owner obviously worked hard on the decoration. The walls of the club were covered with log vase, and swords and shields representing the glory and responsibility of the soldiers were hung everywhere. The brass reliefs shining under the light and large pieces of animal skin, as well as the large fireplace, all gave the club a classic European style.

The iconic beer barrels in the club, several dancers standing in the ring in the middle of the club, twisting their waists with the music, perfectly blending the elements of alcohol, violence and pornography together to form a paradise for men.

At this moment, the music coming from the phonograph suddenly became strong and high-pitched. The dancers who were performing Chinese dances in cheongsams and fully displayed Chinese classical aesthetics took off their coats in public, revealing the grid clothes that were absolutely exposed and even hung with small bells. The elegant and skillful smiles on their faces instantly turned into absolutely ostentatious and wild flames.

Under the stimulation of strong music, their bodies suddenly looked like the tail of a rattlesnake, and began to tremble with every moving muscle in their body at a shocking speed. The more they shook, the faster they were, the more they shook, the more they made, hundreds of small bells made a "ding, ding" sound.

At this time, the men in the club were going crazy. They stared at their big eyes, raised the wine glass in their hands, and knocked hard on the table. For a moment, wild shouts filled with lust and rhythmic dull sounds filled the entire club. A British soldier who had already drunk his eyes had rushed under the ropes beside the ring. While reaching out to grab a dancer's thigh and kissing him, he stuffed the banknotes into the dancer's high heels he was holding, successfully suppressing the dancer's resistance.

Yang Huimin looked at the compatriots who were trembling at high speed in order to make money on the stage, exposing her body to the public without shyness. A strong disdain flashed in her eyes. She glanced at Lei Zhen squintedly, and she found that Lei Zhen didn't seem to like such a show, because his brows were already frowning.

Because of this, Yang Huimin added ten to Lei Zhen in his heart!

To be honest, Lei Zhen really doesn't like this kind of place. He didn't even look at the young women who were exposed in appearance, had good figures, and had the most original and teasing beauty.

Lei Zhen doesn't like the strong smell of alcohol and cigars here, the noise here, the smell of cheap and pungent perfume, and he doesn't like others to walk over tightly with his back. You should know that in nature, if the back is easily lit up to another strange animal with strong attack power and too close to him, it will only have an ending... being attacked!

So Lei Zhen grabbed Yang Huimin's arm and kept walking until he found a corner and pressed his body against the wall. Lei Zhen slowly let out a long breath.

But what made Lei Zhen feel most uncomfortable was that in order to package his temporary "boyfriend", God knows what method Yang Huimin used to peel off a boy's Scout's military uniform from such a short time!

This Boy Scout uniform was washed clean and could smell the fragrance of soap on it. Perhaps its owner would iron it a little bit with a can of boiling water every day, so even if it had been worn for no reason, it still had a tough edge.

Coupled with a military cap with a bit of American cowboy style, and Lei Zhen no matter how you look at it, they all look like a tie with a rope. It outlines a kind of strength and toughness that belongs to a soldier. His face, which is as hard as a marble statue, and his eyes that are almost without emotional fluctuations, reflecting a faint light under the light, make him look like he has a dangerous charm. No wonder when Lei Zhen, who was put on this Scout uniform, walked out awkwardly, even Yang Huimin's eyes couldn't help but lit up.

It’s a pity... Lei Zhen is now 180 cm tall. No matter how many ideas Yang Huimin has and how many friends he knows, he can’t make those clothes that are two or three smaller, suddenly become bigger.

"Props, this is just a prop for the mission. Do you know what props are? This set of props is not tailor-made for you. The size is slightly inappropriate, and it is also within a tolerant range, right?! You don't want to kill and set fire, or you don't want to run to the dock to carry sack bags. What's so great about the smaller clothes? Just make do with it and endure it."

After stuffing this set of clothes that were two or three smaller, into Lei Zhen's hand, Yang Huimin added another sentence: "I remember that this set of military uniform was borrowed from someone else. Be careful not to break it, and don't get it dirty."

He didn't even dare to step hard on his thighs, and he had to return it to others after finishing his work. He was embarrassed to make seventeen or eighteen cracks in the boy scout uniform. No wonder Lei Zhen's movements were like an orangutan in a suit, and he was so restrained that others felt uncomfortable for him.

The club waiter walked over quickly with a smile on his face. Yang Huimin is a regular visitor here, and he would lead a group of boy scouts to run here every few days. He saw Yang Huimin, a little girl, running here to raise funds for refugees and petition for refugees. He listened to Yang Huimin's speech, although a little young, was better than a sincere speech. Amid the call for every man to be responsible for the rise and fall of the country, even he, a small waiter who could only serve plates for the British, was "exploded" from his pocket with national justice.

Now this little aunt is actually visiting as a customer, and even brings her boyfriend here in a big way. Looking at their "intimate" actions, it is no wonder that the waiter's smile is so kind, and his eyes are so warm to Lei Zhen... In fact, it is already twelve to thirty minutes in the morning. A girl with a graceful and cheerful personality and a bit arrogant look, and a big boy who looks a bit heroic and still stays in the club without going home. This is a very thought-provoking and very worthy of warmth.

Yang Huimin brought the drink from Lei Zhendian. Lei Zhen picked up the baby in front of him and carefully looked at the yellow-green ones under the light, constantly emitting strange bubbles, and even a layer of white foam floating on the top.

Yang Huimin raised her chin and stared at the wine glass with a playful look. Lei Zhen, who was slightly hesitant,

Under Yang Huimin's playful gaze, Lei Zhen slowly brought the wine glass to his mouth.

Seeing Lei Zhen drinking quietly, Yang Huimin asked: "Have you drunk beer before?"

"No!"

"That's strange."

Yang Huimin stretched out her chin and looked at Lei Zhen with interest. She used a stable and rhythmic movement like a clock gear to slowly bring the beer into her stomach. "My friends, my friends, are not used to the taste of beer for the first time. Many people even told me that this kind of bad thing is not wine at all, but horse urine!"

Lei Zhen looked at the liquid in the cup again and nodded, "It does look a bit like a horse's urine."

"But when you drink horse pee, it is salty when you drink horse pee, and it also has a tingling smell. It is because of this smell that when I just drank horse pee, I still have to push it here..."

Lei Zhen pointed at his stomach, "Otherwise, I might spit out all the horse urine I had finally drunk. Of course, I have a little trick to drink horse urine. If you are interested, you can try it yourself."

Yang Huimin opened her eyes wide. She had to admit that she couldn't understand Lei Zhen. At least she couldn't tell whether Lei Zhen was joking with her or did she really want to teach her something.

"In winter, you can find a few stones and take turns to your mouth until your tongue is numb and you can't taste anything. Then pour the prepared horse urine into your stomach as fast as possible, so that you can fill your stomach and drink it smoothly."

"By the way, if you have the chance, you can go to the deep mountains in the south and collect a tree root called "sweet vine". Put this thing in your mouth and chew it bitterer than yellow lotus, but if you chew it a few more times, you will spit out the chewed tree roots after getting used to it. It will feel sweet when you drink the spring water. If you take a deep breath, you will find that there is a sweet smell in the air."

Lei Zhen raised the wine glass in his hand, gently shaking the liquid inside, and said calmly: "In this case, even if you drink horse urine, it will taste quite good!"

Yang Huimin was really stunned.

Seeing Lei Zhen delivering the beer in the cup to his mouth again, watching Lei Zhen's tongue gently poke out and rolling a little wine stain at the corner of his lips into his mouth, for some reason, Yang Huimin only felt a surge in her stomach. She couldn't help but reach out and tightly pressed her stomach, trying to suppress her vomiting hope.
Chapter completed!