Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1087 - 1092: Splashing

Chapter 1087: Chapter 1092: Splashing

Yang Yi arrived outside the hotel, fuming with anger, when people inside suddenly realized he was surrounded by several individuals.

He waved his hand, dispersing the crowd around him, and watched as Kate and Bonnie each got into a car. After they were taken away, he turned, his face gloomy, and whispered to A next to him: "Take me somewhere to have some fun, I’m about to go crazy these days."

A, looking surprised, said: "Now?"

"Yes, right now, not tomorrow, not later, but now!"

Yang Yi gestured dismissively, his face twisted in annoyance, "Unless you’ve leaked your own whereabouts, if there were really an assassin, they would have made a move by now. I’ve already wasted several days, and all I want now is to relax. Is there a problem?"

A took a deep breath and asked, "But where do you want to go for fun?"

After pondering for a moment, Yang Yi said: "Moulin Rouge and Crazy Horse are boring, I’m looking for a place where I can hunt for prey, you know what I mean?"

A shook his head: "I highly advise against going to such places."

"Your job is to protect me, not to restrict me."

After speaking indifferently, Yang Yi waved his hand and said, "Go to Queen Club then, I heard it’s quite good. Most importantly, I haven’t been there before. Alright, have your people drive, let’s go now. Oh, relax a bit, I’m treating tonight, it’s time to let everyone loosen up."

A was helpless; he spoke a few words into his communicator on his sleeve and a few minutes later, a car pulled up in front of Yang Yi.

Getting in the car, heading to a nightclub, there was nothing to it, but when they reached the entrance of the nightclub, Yang Yi was stopped by the club’s security.

"Sorry, but I don’t think your condition is suitable for entry."

Yang Yi looked up at the security guard, his voice cool: "Are you discriminating against the disabled?"

Political correctness is very important, whether in the United States or France. Nightclub security might yank an unpleasant thug to the side and beat him up, but they wouldn’t dare say the disabled are not allowed in.

So the security guard said very politely: "No, it’s just that our place isn’t really suitable for you."

Yang Yi didn’t want to waste words, he simply stood up from his wheelchair and then, dragging one leg, he began walking inside.

A, very reluctantly, waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to fold the wheelchair, and after whispering a few words into an underling’s ear, he followed Yang Yi into the nightclub.

As the booming music kicked in and the crowd danced to the rhythm, Yang Yi waved his right arm, and then said loudly to A beside him: "This is the feeling, I feel alive just being here."

A shouted back: "Are you sure you can dance without ending up in the hospital?"

Yang Yi laughed heartily, patted A on the shoulder and said, "I’m not interested in dancing, beauties are my prey, alright, I need to get a drink."

A shrugged and said: "I’m not your personal doctor, I won’t give you health advice, but do you think you can drink?"

Yang Yi laughed again: "Who told you I am going to drink alcohol? I will only have water, water!"

Yang Yi slowly made his way to the bar and took a seat on a high stool.

A sat next to Yang Yi, raising his voice: "We should at least go sit in a VIP room."

Yang Yi shook his head: "No, no, no, you find a VIP room and wait for me there."

A seemed a bit anxious now, raising his voice: "I can’t leave you!"

"Go on, no need to be so tense. I’ll be over to find you soon. Don’t worry, nothing’s gonna go wrong. If you don’t trust yourself, at least trust my abilities. Off you go."

Yang Yi kept urging A to leave, and finally, A had to move away from him.

Snapping his fingers at the bartender, Yang Yi said with a cocky look on his face: "Hey, buddy, a mineral water! With ice."

The bartender glanced at Yang Yi, then actually took out a glass and poured Yang Yi a mineral water.

Yang Yi picked up the glass and then looked around at the people nearby. Ultimately, he raised his drink towards a woman also sitting at the bar, who noticed Yang Yi’s gesture but ignored him.

Completely unfazed, Yang Yi sat atop the high stool with a smile, twirling his water glass in his hand, his eyes constantly roaming over the beauties, looking like a hunter in search of prey.

Yang Yi watched for a while but seemed unimpressed with the potential quarry he spotted, and even after finishing his glass of water, he didn’t make any significant moves.

Just as Yang Yi was about to change his spot with a touch of dissatisfaction, a woman with light brown doll hair entered his line of sight.

Bangs cut just below the ears, light brown hair that wasn’t blonde but still eye-catching, especially with lips red enough to capture every man’s attention.

Tall with long legs, plus a pair of heels over ten centimeters tall, dressed in a fiery red dress, Yang Yi felt as if he was staring at a flame.

Most crucially, the woman had a very delicate and innocent-looking face.

An impeccable blend of purity and sexiness in one woman; logically and emotionally, it was time for Yang Yi to make his move.

And most wonderfully, that woman was sitting just three stools away from Yang Yi.

"Vodka, double, on the rocks."

The beauty spoke in French, asking for vodka, and Yang Yi raised his glass toward the woman, and called out loudly: "May I have the honor of buying you a drink?"

The beauty glanced at Yang Yi but didn’t respond, as her vodka was already served.

She downed the vodka poured into the glass.

The beautiful woman ignored Yang Yi.

Yang Yi got off the high stool and approached the beauty, smiling: "Hello, may I have the pleasure of buying you a drink?"

Looking at Yang Yi, the beauty again ordered the bartender: "Vodka, double, on the rocks, two glasses."

The bartender poured the drinks, and the woman picked up one of the glasses, covered the other with her hand, and pushed it towards Yang Yi.

Taking her own glass, the beauty downed her drink in one go, then looked at Yang Yi and said: "Drink."

Yang Yi swallowed, then smiled at the glass before him: "I’m injured, I can’t drink alcohol."

The beauty snorted coldly and stood up to leave, at which point Yang Yi called out loudly: "Wait a minute..."

The beauty looked at Yang Yi, he pursed his lips, then picked up the glass, sighed, and said: "What does the doctor’s advice matter at a moment like this? I’ll drink..."

As Yang Yi said he would drink, he brought the glass to his lips, but he didn’t swallow the drink — how could he possibly drink something that had been tampered with?

So when Yang Yi brought the glass up to his mouth, he suddenly flung his hand, splashing the drink from the glass onto the beautiful woman’s face in front of him.