After wearing the book, I married the male lead sister

Chapter 33

On a hot summer night, the bodyguards standing outside the club gathered to smoke.

Their tight shirts barely contained their bulging muscles. Occasionally, passersby would glance their way and quickly hurry off, intimidated by their appearance.

The club was located in a secluded area and had a reputation for being a dirty place in the city.

Those who came and went were either high-profile individuals coming for entertainment or those who had been deceived and taken advantage of.

Most young ladies wouldn't set foot in such a place, only those who were unscrupulous and reckless would linger around.

"Did you hear that girl who came in earlier? Her accent didn't sound like a local. What do you think?" one bodyguard asked the other.

"Pfft! She was so delicate and helpless. Who knows..." the other bodyguard replied.

They glanced at each other with a suggestive look, feeling a dryness in their mouths, and took several puffs of their cigarettes.

After a while, a man in a suit with a slicked-back hair and a briefcase walked out, followed by a group of men and women who were arguing about their pay.

"Get out of here! Transfer the money and leave!" the man shouted.

"Don't linger! The place has been rented out today!" another person yelled.

"Bah!"

"We agreed to pay in cash from the beginning!"

The bodyguards threw their cigarettes and walked over, "Get out of here!"

The group dispersed, and a few people who wanted to argue were grabbed by the guards and thrown out by their shirt collars.

"This is outrageous!" someone muttered.

"Alright, let's go," an older man said, "This isn't a film shoot today. Don't provoke them!"

"I know," the person replied, throwing his suit onto the ground in frustration. "There wasn't even a camera. I'm going to call the police!"

"Are you crazy?!"

As they argued, a sports car revved its engine and came barreling down the road, not slowing down even as it approached the club.

Everyone panicked and screamed, running away.

Suddenly, the driver turned the wheel sharply and the car skidded to a stop just outside the stairs, the friction between the tires and the pavement creating a loud, screeching noise.

A woman wearing a short black top and casual black pants emerged from the car, her long legs stepping out gracefully.

Those on the street were stunned by her beauty and were left speechless.

"Wow..."

"Could she be one of those second-generation rich kids who came to play?"

"Uh..."

"Shut up!" Someone quickly covered his mouth.

Qin Qing glanced at the two big men guarding the door with slanted eyes.

The bodyguards spoke a few words into the intercom, and a sharp voice came from the other end.

"A woman? It must be that 18th-tier who wants to take shortcuts again! Chase her away! Don't let her in!"

The bodyguard nodded, turned off the intercom, and rolled up his sleeves.

The girl in front of him was tall and slender, and she looked like she could not even take a slap from him.