While confused, I couldn't help but sigh that the goddess is worthy of being a goddess, and she is so beautiful when she smiles...

The man hiding in the shadow kept staring at this scene. He was about to take a secret photo, but a hand suddenly stretched out from behind. Before he could react, the miniature camera in his hand was twisted down. Before he could even make a sound, his whole hand was turned over and pressed on his back. Then he heard a sound of love-

The miniature camera was stomped.

"I'm pretty brave."

The man with a baseball cap sneered. Facing the trembling secret photographer, he lowered his voice, "There is only such a skill from the people sent by Ma Qiang? I really look up to him..."

"I'm not Ma Qiang's person..." The man was afraid of revealing the truth, so he shook his head and explained. However, the man in the hat didn't give him any extra time. After a finger, someone came forward and dragged the man down hard. The tape sealed his mouth, tied his hands and feet, and was stuffed like a rice dumpling into the big snake skin bag waiting for him.

All this happened in the invisible dark corner, and even because it happened too quickly, no one noticed the movement here.

A scream came from the walkie-talkie in Ma Qiang's ears, and then the sound disappeared.

Ma Qiang was originally smiling and detoured with Wen Lizhi, but was frightened by the scream. When he came to his senses, Ma Qiang's face changed. He quickly stopped communicating with Wen Lizhi, and found an excuse to turn around to see his subordinates' situation.

Wen Lizhi sent a voice over, "Have you succeeded?"

"nonsense."

Wen Lizhi smiled, put away his phone, and then looked at the kiss of the God of Love on the stage.

He came today...for this.

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"Okay! Dear friends! It's our favorite masquerade session again. Next, our waiters will give you a mask to all the friends who come to the dinner. That's right... Let's go back to the Middle Ages, let's go back to the heyday of the European nobles, let's go back to the mysterious and ambiguous period of the kiss of the God of Love, return to the era she witnessed. May you find your Majesty and Princess who belong to you tonight-"

The upper class is full of money.

Tang Shi curled her lips. She hadn't stepped into such a luxurious social place for too long.

The theme of the party of the God of Love is the classical and noble style. The style of the Republic of China was the style of the cheongsam of the Tang Dynasty, and some people were the style of the European royal family. Many people also had the style of the palace, wearing Hanfu and ancient costumes. In this circle that was not short of money, various reasons could be used to socialize and hold parties. Xiao Yueliang smiled and mistook her mouth, "Tang Shi, do you have a male companion to dance?"

Tang Shi thought about Wen Lizhi, but she still couldn't. She had to keep a proper distance from him. Even if she was upright now, she was not afraid of the shadows, but after all, Ma Qiang was present, she had to be careful of someone who was interested in catching up.

The lights dimmed, the music started, and the mask was handed to their palms by the waiter. Tang Shi looked at the butterfly-shaped eye mask in her hand, and was a little surprised.

"Damn, those who are good-looking can get good-looking."

The green dinosaur muttered, slid the blindfold in his hand, "I'm just pure black, I feel that I've been discriminated against."
Chapter completed!