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"That's enough, that's enough!" The middle-aged man held Jason from behind and tried to move forward, but he said it was to pull away, but it was better to say that he was giving support to Jason, who had been beaten down many times, to prevent him from returning. It would be too ugly to fall to the ground again without touching Wes.
puff!
The spit mixed with blood was spat on the ground by Weiss, and his forearm was wiped by his mouth. Weiss grinned, and his teeth were covered with reddish blood.
"Not bad, not bad." Wes did not step forward, but tilted his head and looked at Jason, who barely stood up with the support of the middle-aged man, "You are not too weak, at least you touched me, how did it feel?! Like it?"
The burly guy in security gear pushed through the crowd and walked toward Wes, seemingly trying to get him out.
Wes pushed away the security guard's hand that was trying to hold him down, glanced at the talking crowd, raised his hands in front of him, "I can walk on my own."
Wes turned around and walked out of the nightclub under the escort of security guards.
"Don't come here again, kid." The security guard frowned and looked at this guy who had just left the house and stared at the street without a target. He stood blankly on the side of the road and shouted, "You are not welcome here."
Wes looked back at the security guard, put on his hood again, then watched him retreat as if provoking, and leaned directly against the outer wall of the nightclub, "Isn't this wall not welcoming to me either?"
The security guard shook his head and was too lazy to pay attention to this guy.
This is the only nightclub in Barton that only belongs to this small group, but there are many guys like Wes. They come for a certain need but don’t want to have anything to do with this group, so this kind of incident often happens. The security guard sees too much, so it doesn’t matter. Everyone has his own way of living, but fortunately he can limit who can go in to drink, dance, and hook up with each other, and who can only lean against the wall like Wes.
Weiss is quite satisfied with the image he currently conveys, with a twisted and dark heart and sufficient hands-on ability, if the information he obtains is correct. This should be the person Fight Club needs.
Well, Wes is right. And it was right beyond his expectation.
The fence in front of the nightclub was pushed open by security guards, and several people drove Jason out. Weiss tilted his head and snorted contemptuously.
This action seemed to anger some people who saw what happened, and they chattered something to the security guard.
The security guard glanced at Wes, took out the rubber stick from his waist, and knocked it on Wes' side. "Now the wall doesn't welcome you anymore. Go away."
Wes glanced at the burly security guard. He was sure that he would be put in place within two seconds, but his role still required him to appear nearby, so he pursed his lips, stared at a few talkative guys, and walked across the street. He was going to switch to another wall to lean against.
Jason and his group got into the middle-aged man's car. Wes was actually a little disappointed. He originally thought that the middle-aged man would be his target. But after Jason appeared, he gave up this idea. Thinking that the middle-aged man was just asked by Jason to test him.
Weiss didn't want to worry about these people anymore, so he deliberately bypassed the direction their car was turning. But what was unexpected was that the middle-aged man's car tilted and stuck to Wes' side, blocking his way.
"You hit our friend and you just want to leave like this." The middle-aged man leaned against the car window with one hand. He raised his head and smiled at Wes.
Weiss frowned. He really didn't see any threat or sarcasm in this smile. This made him a little strange.
"You are so drunk." Weiss glanced at the middle-aged man, "Do you want to cause a traffic accident now?"
"Haha." The middle-aged man smiled, "It's just a glass of beer, and it's gone as soon as you pee!"
Wes frowned. Did this middle-aged man understand the situation? He had just beaten his friend, and now he was making jokes on his own. Jason's ability to make friends is as bad as ever.
"Disappear from my eyes." Wes tugged at the corner of his mouth and turned around to go around the car.
The car body moved, and the driver's seat next to Wes was once again level with Wes, "Hey! Don't leave like this! It seems you have been expelled from here! We are going to the place we told you before, which is more interesting than here There are so many, how about it? Tonight is still very long, so we can’t waste it! Do you want to join us?"
This was reasonable but extremely unreasonable. Weiss frowned even more. He looked at Jason who was still leaning in the car and being supported by someone in the back seat. He clicked his tongue irritably and looked back at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face. People, "You must be sick! Take him to the hospital! Stop annoying me! You will regret it!"
"Jason will be fine!" The middle-aged man smiled, "It won't be long before you can play the second game!" There was a hint of meaning in his expression, "You think so too! Come with us. , believe me, you won’t regret it.”
Wes clenched his hand in his pocket. He had already noticed the weirdness in the middle-aged man's words, as if two people were talking about two different things in a conversation, but neither of them wanted to say it directly. There was a trace of doubt on Wes' gloomy face, "What are you talking about."
"Ah!" The tone changed, and it was like 'that's it', "You still want to fight Jason? This? This is what you are interested in!"
Wes frowned, it was a fact, Jason wanted to beat him once he saw it, until his meaningless optimism disappeared.
"How about I say this." The middle-aged man leaned out and leaned towards Weiss, his voice lowered, "If you come with us, Jason will recover immediately, and then you can fight however you want. .”
Weiss twitched the corner of his mouth, "You are sick, you should go to the hospital!"
"Wes." A weak voice came from the back seat, it was Jason, "Get in the car. We are not going to the place you imagined. We are in a club, prepared for those who are dissatisfied. Get in the car, I'm still You can fight, unless you are afraid."
Weiss' pupils shrank unnoticed in the night and neon lights, "What kind of club."
The middle-aged man seemed a little dissatisfied with Jason's directness, and curled his lips helplessly, "Jason, you ruined the surprise!"
"What kind of club?" Wes glared at the middle-aged man, his tone unavoidable.
"Not here, get in the car and we can have a nice talk." The middle-aged man's eyes quickly swept around. Finally it comes back to Wes.
The back door was opened. Wes hesitated for more than ten seconds, then decided that it was enough and got in the car.
As Wes got into the car, feeling the body shaking, the middle-aged man looked at the extra person in the rearview mirror. He curled his lips and said, "You're really heavy." He was wrong. This weight also includes a shapechanger on the roof of the car.
Wes glanced at Jason, who was covered in bruises and blood, pushed him away roughly, and occupied almost half of the back seat domineeringly, "What kind of club?"
"So anxious!" The middle-aged man smiled and drove the car, "We can't talk about this outside. You will know when I take you there."
"Where." Weiss clicked his tongue and continued to ask.
"You're about to know." The middle-aged man replied helplessly.
"Who are there?" Weiss glanced at the four people in the car. Except for Jason, who was desperate and depressed, and the middle-aged driver, the other two were all very obvious "Color-Crowned Flamingo" types. Their expressions and movements never revealed their attributes. Weiss looked disgusted, "They are all. Are you this kind of people?"
The middle-aged man in the rearview mirror smiled helplessly, "If you join, there will be five of us, and none of the others." He raised his hand. The ring on her ring finger dangled, as if to emphasize something. "Of course, normally, please don't count me among them."
Wes was already sure that this was Fight Club, not some special fetish organization...
"Why should you let him join!" The young man sitting in the back seat who had been supporting Jason twisted his neck and rolled his eyes almost to the sky. "I hate people who are in the closet the most! What do you think you are? It makes people upset just looking at him! Just like Jason's boyfriend..." He seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, "The ex-boyfriend..." This guy I realized that I didn’t say the wrong thing at all, but that I shouldn’t have said it! He closed his mouth and looked at the weak Jason with apologetic eyes.
Probably going in the right direction, Wes relaxed a little. He couldn't help but notice what the talkative guy inadvertently revealed, and glanced at Jason, "You have a boyfriend? Deep in the closet?" Wes shook his head, not bothering to hide the disdain on his face, "It's an ex-boyfriend." Emphasis, "You are really a guy who has not made any progress."
"Who do you think you are! Why are you talking!" The guy who was talking too much looked past Jason and glared at Wes. Before Jason could stop his mouth with his weakly raised hand, he said Rolling his eyes, he shouted, "My feelings are very good! It's just that I'm dead!"
Jason's hands dropped, giving up. The guy covered his mouth, shrank silently, and stopped talking.
Wes looked at Jason again, opened his mouth, then closed it again. He really couldn't think of anything else to say except that he deserved it.
The middle-aged man looked reproachfully at the talkative guy in the back seat and shook his head, "Wes, right." He seemed to know exactly where they were going, and the scenery in the front window of the car kept receding into darkness. . Weiss could only see from the road signs that flashed by the car lights that they had reached Paisying.
"Wes, actually the club doesn't plan to recruit people. We just went out with Jason to relax. But he recognized you and thought that your situation is more suitable to join." He paused and seemed to be a very understanding guy. , "You must be angry at the world. Everyone in the club is like that. There are people like us who have obvious reasons, and there are ordinary people who are bound by life. You will like it there." "
Wes lowered his head, thinking. The current progress is somewhat smoother than he expected. His true appearance seems to have nothing to do with his success. It is Jason's understanding of him that makes him noticed by these people.
Wes frowned. This was not good news. His success did not mean that the entire mission would go smoothly. The middle-aged man said that the club did not plan to recruit anyone. He was very lucky to meet Jason. Now Wes only hopes that his friend, James, can also have better luck. ("Barton's Fantasy Chronicles" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign on the upper right "Add Friend", and search the public Number "qdread" and pay attention, hurry up!)(..)