Sha Qing

Chapter 96: A Painting Within A Painting (1)

Rob was continuously trying to reach a number, but it seemed like it would go unanswered for the fifth time now. He was about to temporarily give up contacting his partner, but just when he was about to hang up, the call actually connected. He heard a not-so-sober-sounding voice over the loud, ear-piercing noise and music on the background, "Rob? Is something the matter?"

Of course there's something! So much that I'm going crazy! Rob resisted the urge to rant and raised his voice, and said calmly "Leo, where are you? I think we need to meet up."

"Where... I don't know, some bar or nightclub?" The voice on the other end floated and sank in the tide of DJ music, like a small boat that had been separated from its helmsman, "Hey girl, do you know where this is?"

"I said you've had too much to drink ...... Who wants to have another drink with me ......Handsome, she's too much of a spoilsport, I'll drink with you ......" The vague female voices blurred drifted over, and it seemed like there was more than one.

Hearing those noises, blue veins immediately became visible on the corners of Rob's usually calm face, "Leo! Where the fuck are you?!"

"I don't know ...... It looks a little familiar ...... Purple butterfly lights ...... I remember you being here too ......" the man replied incoherently.

Rob knew where he was. As a nightclub lover, the green-eyed agent had gotten drunk more than once in the "Night Enchantress" before being dragged back to his car by his partner who was looking for him.

--On the contrary, it's now currently up to him to fetch his partner back.

Rob easily found the nightclub hidden in the dark alley. He struggled to push away the crowd who were dancing crazily on the floor while looking around through the flickering lights and finally found the dark-haired agent in a semi-open booth.

He was obviously too drunk to know what was going on. As he was leaning back on the sofa, his usually meticulously combed black hair had fallen down and spilled somewhat messily on his smooth forehead. The suit jacket was thrown over the armrest, and his white shirt was open at least four buttons down from his collar, with most of his chest exposed. Compared to the skin of most of the men living where he was now, his pores were so fine, making his already sparse body hair unnoticeable, unless upon closer look. His smooth skin and firm muscles that reflected under the cold light made him look like he was carved out of a light-colored marble, enticing the viewer's gaze to continue down along the toned lines and explore the rest of his body hidden underneath those clothes.

At this moment, there were two to three hands with different colors of nail polish roaming over his chest, and the women with heavily applied make-up were hanging on to him with enthusiasm, their short skirts grinding between his thighs.

If it was the usual, Rob would appreciate this rare spectacle, but today he wasn't interested in doing so at all. He just walked towards them in a straightforward manner and said: "Well girls, it's time to give him back to me."

One of the blonde girls with big round earrings and a tattoo on her neck looked up and glared at him with a grumpy look, expressing her dissatisfaction at being interrupted while doing something good: "Take your poor tactics and go away, boy, he's ours! Do you want to get beaten up by my brothers?"

Rob took out his ID from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He shook his badge for a brief amount of time and put it away so fast that nobody could even read what was written in it. "Bureau of Narcotic Enforcement Do you want to come with me for a urine test?"