Goddess of Rescue System

"WQNMLGBD, tomorrow is Zhou Tian, ​​I still want to sleep in late!"

Li Feng exploded directly.

He works as a salesman in a small advertising company, with a monthly income of more than [-] yuan, which can only be said to be acceptable in a first-tier city like Pearl.

It's just that the boss is very stingy. He often deducts employees' wages for various reasons, and always makes people work overtime on weekends. The key is that they don't have overtime pay!

"Sorry, boss, my stomach hurts. I'll take a day off tomorrow." After sending this message, Li Feng turned off his phone.

He got the Goddess Rescue System, has another 150 million cheque in hand, and was invited by Wei Bingqing to work in the Future Group, working overtime?Add a ghost!

Don't say anything, just relax for a day tomorrow and quit your job on Monday!

The next day, Li Feng slept until he woke up naturally, and regardless of the bombardment of the boss's phone calls and messages, he went out to the bank to transfer the check to the bank card, and then began to hang out.

In the evening, Li Feng had just come out of the restaurant after eating when suddenly the charming voice of Sister Zhi Ling sounded again.

"Ding, host, you have a new task, do you want to check it now?"

Li Feng raised his eyebrows: "Check it out."

"Mission: Save the Goddess Song Wanjun (1)"

"Mission goal: At 8 o'clock tonight, the goddess Song Wanjun will be in danger in the Mingyue Club, save her from danger and the mission will be completed."

"Task reward: 200 experience points, 1500 system points."

"Note: Because this quest is dangerous, according to the humanitarian principles formulated by the system developers, the system temporarily rewards the host with a special skill "Primary Stealth", which will be withdrawn after the quest is over."

"Invisibility?!"

Li Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly entered the system backpack to check, and he found a skill book lying quietly in the first grid.

"Primary Stealth Technique: After learning this technique, you can enter the stealth state at any time, and suppress all sounds and breaths. There is no limit on the number of times it can be used. The cumulative use time in a day cannot exceed 1 hour."

"Do you want to use it immediately?"

Li Feng still hesitated and chose to use it directly.

A flash of white light flashed, and Li Feng had a memory of "primary invisibility" in his mind. If it weren't for the crowds around him, Li Feng would definitely test the power of invisibility on the spot!

Li Feng looked at the time and found that it was a quarter past seven. He didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly stopped a taxi and drove to the Mingyue Club.

Chapter 7 The Pretty Widow

Mingyue Club is a relatively well-known nightclub in Mingzhu City. It has luxurious decoration, first-class facilities, well-trained waiters, and gorgeous princesses in the private rooms.

It is common for successful people to talk business and have fun here, throwing out tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands in one night.

And the behind-the-scenes boss of Mingyue Club is Song Wanjun.

Song Wanjun, one of the bosses of the Mingzhu underground forces, most of the bars, nightclubs, and bathing centers in the west of the city are her property.

Song Wanjun is 30 years old, because she looks so charming and her husband died of a sudden illness on the wedding night, so many people secretly call her a pretty widow.

At this moment, a convoy headed by Audi A6 slowly stopped at the entrance of Mingyue Club. A dozen men in black walked from the five A6s and tightly surrounded the Audi A8 in the middle.

After the right rear door opened, a pink high-heeled shoe was slowly exposed, and then a beautiful leg wrapped in flesh-colored stockings stretched out.

When the owner of the beautiful legs came out, the world seemed to have changed a lot in an instant.

This is a woman wearing a light pink cheongsam, 1.7 meters tall, with slender and straight legs, round and plump buttocks, which look like two peaches from the back, and an amazing curve in the chest, as if the clothes would burst.

In addition to the devil's figure, this woman's appearance is also superb.

Her skin is as white as cream, her hair is as black as ink, her face is charming, her facial features are as delicate as meticulous carvings, and a little bit of crimson lips is even more magical, making people want to kiss her.

She is the pretty widow - Song Wanjun!

After Song Wanjun got off the car, she walked into the Mingyue Club under the protection of a group of men. What she didn't know was that a man not far away witnessed her amazing appearance.

"This woman...the best! With such a face and a figure, if I could have a haircut with her, I would have no regrets in my life!" Li Feng smacked his lips and couldn't help sighing.

If Wei Bingqing is a holy snow lotus, then this woman is a delicate peony. The two of them are evenly matched in appearance, but their temperament is very different.

Li Feng guessed that this woman should be Song Wanjun, the rescue target this time, but with so many bodyguards protecting her, what danger could she encounter?

"It doesn't matter, go ahead and talk about it."

Li Feng smiled playfully, swaggered to the door of the clubhouse, and waved to the welcoming princesses on both sides.

These welcoming princesses didn't react at all, because to them Li Feng was just air, and they couldn't see it at all!

"The invisibility of the system is really awesome, but unfortunately it is temporary. If there is one in the system mall, you must buy a copy."

Li Feng remembered watching a movie called "Transparent Man" before. After the male protagonist got the ability to be invisible, he ran to the opposite beauty's house and pushed the beauty forcibly.

Although he knew that it was immoral to do so, to be honest... Li Feng was stubborn when he saw this.

Naturally, he wouldn't do such a beast, but he could still do it by peeking at a beautiful woman taking a bath.

At this moment, Li Feng saw that Song Wanjun and his party were about to disappear around the corner, and quickly suppressed these distracting thoughts and followed.

******

In an office on the fourth floor, Xu Mao, the manager of Mingyue Club, stood aside with a smile. In front of him, Song Wanjun sat on an office chair and carefully checked the accounts of the previous month.

Behind Song Wanjun, a cold-faced man stood up. He stood there like a sharp blade in its sheath, with a restrained edge, but no one dared to underestimate him.