It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 591 [009] Artistic Power
The name of this nightclub is "Nightingale Corridor". If a man brings a woman in, the woman will get a free ticket. It is not uncommon to see such a business strategy in entertainment venues.

After buying the tickets from the concierge, Qin Jiandan and Han Shiyu had a fluorescent ink admission ticket printed on the back of their hands. It was mixed with cortical DNA and served as an anti-counterfeit ticket and also had the function of tracking and positioning. In the dim hall, the security camera judged the customer's situation based on the position of the fluorescent ink.

Whenever Qin Jiandan entered a new environment, he would subconsciously judge how to use it as a battlefield, just like Jackie Chan entering an IKEA store and staring at the room full of furniture.

Fifty velvet high-backed chairs surround the central stage. Cigar smoke rises under the peacock blue spotlights. Waiters in tuxedos walk around carrying champagne towers filled with ice mist. The walls of the glasses reflect a fashionable girl in a snake-print leather jacket leaning against the railing on the second floor. A businessman with gold teeth is stuffing handfuls of greenbacks into the card slot on the outside of her thigh.

From the moment she smelled the e-cigarette, Han Shiyu switched herself to vibration mode. Qin Jiandan held down Xiao Chengzi's trembling shoulders.

"Let's sit in the non-smoking seats on the side. I have something important to do, so don't go crazy and kill people here."

Han Shiyu gritted her teeth and endured it. She and Qin Jiandan sat at the edge of the hall together.

The decoration of the Nightingale Corridor is quite retro. The crystal chandeliers cast diamond-like spots of light between the scarlet curtains. The obsidian stage is full of dazzling colors. Three dancers wearing ostrich feather eye masks are walking down the spiral iron staircase.

After a rather unoriginal performance, the stage suddenly went dark. Han Shiyu asked the waiter for two alcoholic drinks, but since there was no beer, Qin Jiandan was not happy with it. Qin Jiandan drank it after seeing that Han Shiyu was fine.

Some men closer to the stage became as frantic as gorillas: "Sister Hong Ling is coming out! The highlight is coming!"

The scarlet curtain suddenly exploded to both sides amid the roar of fast-paced music, and twelve decorative chains descended from the dome. Sister Hong Ling made a fierce appearance. Her silver satin high-heeled shoes crushed the first beam of light on the stage. The moment her skirt was lifted, the men felt their pupils on fire and their throats burning. Some gulped down drinks, and some accidentally crushed the glass in their hands.

"Sister Hong Ling! Look at me! Throw the high heels to me!!"

"Get out of here! All the shoes in Nightingale Corridor belong to me!"

The neon lights of the stage fell from the dome like a waterfall. Jiang Hongling threw her high heels to the audience, causing a scramble. The men were as crazy as blood-thirsty zombies. Jiang Hongling didn't care who the shoes belonged to. She hooked her toes on the steel pipe and spun in a semicircle. She also supported the pole with one hand and performed a scissor kick. Under the action of inertia, she flew three times in the air. Her blood-red hair swept over the heads of the audience in the front row, attracting countless whistles.

Han Shiyu's fingertips dug into Qin Jiandan's forearm: "How can she be 50 years old... She is simply a runaway war mecha! Did she replace all the skin on her body with bionic prostheses?"

Just as Han Shiyu said, Jiang Hongling does not look like a person in her forties or fifties at all. At first glance, she is just a sexy, tall red-haired girl. It seems that only the mature temperament on her face is the evidence of her actual age.

Qin Jiandan was also amazed, "Jiang Chouyun said that his sister had prosthetics, but I didn't expect there were so many! Replacing the skin on your entire body requires painful surgery and fighting against severe rejection reactions, and the benefits are very limited... I heard that there are dancers on Earth who removed two ribs in pursuit of art. Sister Hong Ling is really reckless!"

The sound of a chain breaking came from the center of the stage. Jiang Hongling broke the last decorative chain, and her waist, as flexible as steel bars, bent into a full bow. When her eyelashes, soaked in bionic sweat, were raised, her irises flowed with the dark blue of reactor coolant.

Although Jiang Hongling's dance is not martial arts, it has a similar sense of ferocity and is even better in terms of rhythm. The other men were concerned about how each piece of cloth was thrown in different ways under the centrifugal force, while Qin Jiandan was thinking about Jiang Hongling's strength on the battlefield.

Before they knew it, the dancers were naked and the atmosphere in the hall had gone completely crazy.

"Sister Hong Ling, please marry me! I have divorced my shrewd wife as agreed!"

"Go away! Sister Hong Ling didn't make any agreement with you! Every month there are at least seven idiots who divorce for Sister Hong Ling, and the people proposing marriage are lining up from the Central Tower to the Ecological Tower!"

In the open and close dance, Jiang Hongling's eyes were full of stars, and she always had a warm smile. She occasionally returned to stillness, her body seemed like a newly unearthed mutton-fat jade bottle, and the hollow light marks embedded in the texture were not straight lines, but imitated the vine patterns of Dunhuang murals. Whenever she rotated at high speed on the steel pipe, the light patterns on the back of her calves would accelerate, as if she was stepping on the Milky Way woven from broken glass.

Qin Jiandan didn't understand the profound art of pole dancing. He just felt that Sister Hong Ling's performance was very short or very long. Even though he was not as crazy as those men proposing marriage to him on the edge of the stage, he admitted that he was completely attracted.

"No wonder Sister Hong Ling refused to leave despite Jiang Chouyun's persuasion. Sister Hong Ling has made too much sacrifice for pole dancing!" Han Shiyu was obviously shocked by Sister Hong Ling's performance. She zipped up and unzipped her high-necked jacket and it took her a long time to catch her breath.

"As expected, people become full of energy when they have a goal. Sister Hong Ling's pursuit of pole dancing is the same as my obsession with arresting criminals!"

Sister Hong Ling grabbed a new silver chain hanging from the dome and ascended as a curtain call, while blowing kisses to the audience. The men on the edge of the stage let out strange cries, and some who could not resist rushing onto the stage were punished by the invisible electric shock lattice.

Qin Jiandan frowned and drank the alcoholic beverage he didn't like: "I think it's impossible to persuade Sister Hong Ling to give up her stage career. But since I'm here, I have to go backstage to see her. If Sister Hong Ling is willing to return to Dongcheng, whether she continues to perform or not, Jiang Chouyun will have more cheap brothers-in-law, right?"

The word "brother-in-law" made Han Shiyu feel at ease. After watching the pole dancing, she seemed to share the dancers' excitement.

"Brother-in-law, let's go backstage now. I'll take this opportunity to ask Sister Hong Ling whether bionic skin will completely eliminate the worry of wrinkles as you age!"

"What are you thinking? You're only 18 and you're already worried about getting wrinkles? Replacing your entire body with bionic skin is extremely risky and has very little benefit. Maybe Sister Hong Ling was severely burned in a fire before and had to do it. Don't go find some unlicensed black doctor to perform the surgery on you!"

"What kind of unlicensed black doctor? Is he like Dr. Li from the Night Dragon Society?"

Qin Jiandan pretended to go to the bathroom and stood up to find a way to the backstage. Han Shiyu still held Qin Jiandan's arm to avoid suspicion. They looked like an ordinary couple looking for a place to have an affair.

A fight broke out between the men who wanted to propose to Sister Hong Ling, and the security guard came to deal with it. Qin Jiandan took the opportunity to walk into an entrance that stated "No entry for non-staff members."

A boy dressed like a waiter was carrying ice cubes. He was stunned when he saw Qin Jiandan enter. Qin Jiandan noticed that the whip marks on the back of the boy's neck glowed with fresh rouge under the colored lights. It seemed that everything could be used as a commodity here. Perhaps there were priests among the customers.

Qin Jiandan spoke before the other party could speak: "I am a fan of Sister Hong Ling. I came all the way from Dongcheng to watch her performance and I have some gifts for her. Can you take me to Sister Hong Ling's lounge?"

The boy shook his head desperately. A person with a long face who looked like a mama-san stood in front of Qin Jiandan.

"Who let you in? Sister Hong Ling's fans are everywhere. If everyone disturbs her, will she still take a break? Go away!"

Qin Jiandan was planning to bribe Mama-san to make some concessions, but Han Shiyu chuckled and said, "This boss is different from the ordinary fans of Sister Hong Ling. He came here mainly because Sister Hong Ling is old. He doesn't like young people like me. Instead, he always says: Women are like fine wine, the older they are, the mellower they are!"

Mama-san suddenly blushed: "Eh? Are you secretly looking at me under your sunglasses? How indecent! Although everyone says that I still have charm..."

Damn, which eye of mine is secretly watching you? I am not a gerontophile like Xiao Chengzi said. When you get too old, you become toxic!

Although it was very embarrassing to be misunderstood by Mama-san, this was also an opportunity to get closer to Jiang Hongling. Qin Jiandan was thinking about what to say next -

"You shameless people from the Ni'an Society! We are here to punish you on behalf of the young master!"

Huh? What's that noise coming from the hall? Are you here to punish the Ni'an Society on my behalf? Although I sent the Fire Tongs to guard the border, Tom Chen won't act on his own. And why do all those voices sound like women?
"Don't think we don't know that Ni An is selling fake Super Baji! This nightclub is one of the delivery locations! Hurry up and hand over all the knockoffs to us and burn them! We have to protect the young master's commercial copyright!"

The men in the hall started to commotion: "It's the senior sisters! How did they get here to fight against fakes? And why are they dressed in such strange clothes?"

"Ahem, ahem - it's tear gas! Where are the security guards? Where the hell are they? Take care of these lawless young ladies!"

(End of this chapter)