I just want to live a peaceful life in DC world

Chapter 64 It's not good, it's really not good

"Well, you can't, next one."

Jacques left his palms from the slender legs wrapped in grid stockings, shook his head slightly and waved his hands.

An Asian woman with coquettish make-up and hot figure sitting next to Jacques' face sank when she saw this, and she put on her mask and stood up after a coquettish moan.

In front of Jacques, there were already six or seven beauties in bunny girl costumes. Judging from the expressions on the lower part of their masks, none of them seemed very happy.

The bartender who was caught by Jacques just now rubbed his hands with a embarrassed expression.

"Mr. Falcone, you have picked three rounds, almost twenty girls, and you just let them go after touching them. I'm afraid we don't have anyone who suits you here."

Jacques knew that everyone touched their thighs like this, but they were a little dissatisfied with the delay in choosing someone. If this continues, it may arouse suspicion.

So he took out the membership card from his pocket again, pretending to be impatient and said.

"I will give a tip of 1 dollars to everyone who has been delayed by me—by the way, you have a share too. If I can choose the person I like, I will give an extra 5 dollars, and tonight's bill will be included at that time. Just send it to my house together."

In the Iceberg Club, it is impossible for senior members to bring a pile of cash to pay, so the consumption within a certain credit limit is all on credit. In fact, those who can obtain senior membership are basically rich families in Gotham , I will definitely not renege on this small amount of money.

And Alberto Falcone, as the heir to the Falcone family that once ruled Gotham, although the family is now in decline, the rotten ship also has three catties of nails, so naturally no one will question his identity Ability to pay.

Hearing Jacques's generous performance, the dissatisfied bunny girls immediately turned from gloom to sunshine. At the same time, they all looked at Jacques like a beast watching its prey, eager to pounce on Jacques.

"Master Falcone has already said that you are not to your liking, so don't waste your time, get out, get out!"

However, the bartender immediately called them out angrily, and then turned to Jacques with a flattering smile on his face.

"Sorry, Master Falcone, it seems that we still don't have enough training for our employees—Master, can you tell us the type you like, so that I can help you find out from among our employees."

Sure enough, money can turn ghosts around. In a place like Gotham, money is the greatest superpower.Jacques thought to himself, then leaned lazily on the sofa, pretending to be thinking hard and said.

"Well let me think about it, I think it's good to find an oriental flavor today, ah, I don't want the kind of universe country that has undergone plastic surgery and breast augmentation. But there is a psychological shadow and I can't sleep."

"Oh~~ I see, Master Falconer, we just have a few newly recruited Asian employees, and they must suit your taste, Master."

"Then why don't you hurry up and call me? I'm going to fall asleep if I wait any longer."

Seeing the bartender obediently leaving the box, Jacques took a sip of water to relieve his hot head.

Not good, this is really not good.

As a normal man, Joaquin found himself in a wonderfully sweet hell.To be honest, Penguin has a really good eye. The bunny waiters he recruited all have perfect figures of supermodels, and their looks are comparable to popular Hollywood actresses.

Letting Jacques take advantage of it like this and feel the feel of more than 20 beautiful legs is simply the ultimate test of his spirit. If it weren't for the fact that Cassandra was outside, Jacques would have been unable to hold it.

It seems that after returning home, they must find a reason to see who will take little Zyra outside to play, and then themselves and Harley.

click.

"Master Falcone, look at these guys"

Jacques sighed secretly. It seemed that this test of willpower would continue.

At the same time, in the ballroom outside the box, a slender and petite girl was still sobbing softly in front of the bar.

In the Iceberg Club, there are quite a few "gentlemen" with special hobbies, perhaps because their faces are covered by masks, which makes them indulge their ugly and lustful side even more.

"Come on, little beauty. There's no need to remember that incomprehensible man, come and have fun with me."

"Sorry, I'm not interested or in the mood, can you let me be here for a while?"

After rejecting the men who did not know how many times came to accost her with a cold voice, Cassandra wiped her tears with a handkerchief and covered it with this movement, quickly observing the remaining bunny girls in the ballroom who had not been called by Jacques .

The muscle movements of this leg are obviously not trained, the shoulder width cannot be that woman, and the feet of this one have obvious inner splayed marks
Unlike Jacques, who needs to be tested by himself, Cassandra can tell whether it is Shiva just by looking at it.Yet she'd pretty much ruled out everyone else, and it's clear that nothing came of it.

Could it be that the information was wrong, or that Shiva had already noticed his arrival and left?
Cassandra hesitated whether it was time to go to Jacques, and gave up continuing the investigation.Just then, she felt someone put a drink in front of her.

"Sorry, I already said I don't drink—"

"Let's have a cup of hot tea, child, this is our oriental Pu'er, which can make you relax and relieve fatigue."

Hearing this voice, Cassandra's pupils narrowed, she raised her head in disbelief, and almost unconsciously blurted out a word.

"Mother?"

When Cassandra looked up, it was a woman in a bartender uniform. Although she also wore a mask on her face, from her long black hair tied into a ponytail and her puzzled eyes looking at Cassandra's black pupils can be clearly distinguished as an oriental person.

"Ah, I understand. You've lost your head from crying, my child. You're mistaken. I'm not your mother."

The mysterious woman smiled gently, and then put her fair hand on Cassandra's slender shoulders.

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean anything to you. I'm just thinking, this city is really abnormal. A child like you should be acting like a baby at home with his parents at this age, instead of crying alone in this place of fireworks."

But Cassandra hardly listened to anything she said, instead she stared at the barmaid's face and murmured softly.

"Name. What's your name?"

The female bartender was stunned for a moment, and after hesitating for a moment, she said in a gentle and sweet voice.

"Caroline, although I'm not sure, this should be my name."

(End of this chapter)