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Chapter 177 Women and the Restroom (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Snow-white stockings gently encased the girls' long, straight legs, their insteps slightly arched, outlining an elegant curve, while their slender necks stretched out gracefully, like noble swans.

They danced gracefully in the center of the living room, their toes lightly touching the ground, their bodies nimbly spinning and leaping, like a group of fairies descended to earth.

The guests around were captivated by the performance, their eyes filled with genuine admiration and appreciation.

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Rorschach turned to Anna.

The woman's body visibly stiffened for a moment when she saw the ballet troupe, though she quickly recovered, but she did not escape his notice.

Anna carefully examined each girl in the dance troupe, then shook her head hesitantly: "They're all unfamiliar faces, I'm not sure. But back in Eastern Europe, the KGB gave me a contact address for a ballet company."

Rorschach nodded imperceptibly, his gaze returning to the group of ballet dancers performing.

The judgment of "The Eye of Judgment" shows that these girls, who appear to be just coming of age, are all criminals with more than one life on their hands.

I originally thought they were assassins trained by the High Table, but now that Anna has said this...
KGB?
Could it be that the KGB was colluding with the High Table?

If that were the case, it would be far too degrading.

It's worth noting that the KGB was arguably the world's most powerful intelligence organization in the last century, yet in the 21st century it has degenerated into associating with criminals.

Despite its prestigious name, Rorschach was certain that any of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council could eradicate it within seven days.

He gently patted Anna's tense back, signaling her to relax.

Strangely enough, this woman was not afraid of the CIA or the High Table, but she was afraid of the KGB. It was unclear whether this was due to her early training experience or some other hidden reason.

The ballet performance continued, with some guests still enjoying it, while many others began chatting with acquaintances. Some impatient people were already cuddling with their partners in a corner or going upstairs to "compete" with each other.

Rorschach, with Anna in his arms, made a quick tour of the villa from the courtyard, and found that every corner was guarded by armed guards.

It's worth noting that, unlike the security personnel hired by Rorschach at the Puff Daddy party he attended last time, almost all of the Antonio family's guards were shrouded in a blood-red or black mist.

This means that, without exception, all of these guys have at least a history of murder.

No wonder they are a Mafia family with a history of over 100 years; even their ordinary guards are stained with blood. It's no wonder they have such a notorious reputation in Italy.

Unfortunately, before dawn tonight, this family will be wiped out forever.

"Is it really okay to do it here?"

Anna sipped her champagne, her gaze sweeping over the public figures who frequently appeared in newspapers and on television in the villa and courtyard, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

“If there’s even the slightest disturbance here, international media will explode. And the police will be here in less than ten minutes—no, the Antonio family’s dinner will definitely be under police surveillance the whole time, and there might even be plainclothes officers staking out the door.”

She muttered to herself, "I think it's better not to make a move at the banquet. We can ambush her on her way out during the day, when Jaina is traveling. That way, we can carry out the decapitation operation more cleanly and efficiently."

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Rorschach, holding his plate, leisurely savored the self-service snacks, completely unmoved by Anna's suggestion.

His purpose in coming here was to source supplies from the Mafia to replenish the Justice Points needed to upgrade [Gunfighting].

The more gangsters he has, the happier he is.

If the goal was simply to kill Jaina, why go through all the trouble of rushing to her stronghold in Italy overnight?

Why not just mail a trigger-activated bomb?

As for the so-called public opinion and media attention.
Without looking up, Rorschach replied, "This woman usually associates with politicians and celebrities, or shady assassins. These people are most afraid of media exposure and identity leaks. So she mistakenly thought I would care about these things, which is why she unusually invited so many celebrities to her house for a party after receiving John's death notice."

"But she forgot the most crucial point—"

Rorschach swirled the whiskey in his hand, downed it in one gulp, and chuckled dismissively, "I'm a globally wanted terrorist, and I don't care about any bullshit public opinion or exposure."

After saying that, he glanced at his watch and realized that it was still early before his appointment with John. He then lazily yawned and casually strolled away in one direction.

"It's still early, I'll just wander around by myself."

He waved to Anna, weaved through the bustling crowd a few times, and quickly disappeared from Anna's sight.

Although her departure was sudden and she was left alone, Anna didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

As a top model who has been in the European fashion scene for over a decade, she is far more familiar with these kinds of events than Rorschach.

Before long, she was drawn to a short-haired female model, and the two quickly began chatting animatedly about fashion gossip. As they talked, they found themselves drawing closer and closer, their bodies almost touching.

It's worth noting that in the European modeling world, a circle rife with lace and glitter, the tolerance towards same-sex couples is much higher than in Rorschach.

Just as Anna was chatting intimately with the female model, on the balcony of a bedroom upstairs, a woman wearing a red wool coat elegantly flicked her cigarette ash, gave Anna a deep look, and then turned and left with a cold smile.

In the restroom.

As Luo Xia finished rinsing his hands and was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a voluptuous and graceful figure in front of the sink.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and stopped in his tracks.

This woman was none other than Monica Bellucci, who had captivated him at the entrance of the banquet.

She was leaning slightly forward in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup. Her tight-fitting dress accentuated her breathtaking curves, especially her round and perky buttocks, which were particularly alluring under the lights.

Since they had bumped into each other here, Luo Xia simply walked up to him and took the initiative to greet him.

"Miss Bellucci, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Rorschach gave what he considered his most polite and friendly smile and extended his hand to the woman.

However, the actress merely glanced at him through the mirror and continued to focus on touching up her makeup, showing no intention of responding.

Having worked in the entertainment industry for so many years, she has seen countless handsome men.

Someone like Luo Xia might be highly sought after by other women, but in her eyes, a mere appearance without wealth and power is not worth a second glance.

Faced with this obvious cold reception, Luo Xia awkwardly withdrew his hand that had been hanging in mid-air.

Well, being rejected by a woman for the first time was embarrassing, but it was also a novel experience.

He touched his nose, coughed lightly, and prepared to leave. But after taking only a few steps, Luo Xia suddenly remembered something and turned back.

This time, he took out a gilded business card from his suit pocket and handed it over: "Let me reintroduce myself, Ms. Bellucci. I am your most loyal fan."

Monica, who had been casually glancing at it, suddenly stopped holding the lipstick in mid-air a second later.

If she remembered correctly, the company on the business card was one of Italy's hottest tech giants, with a market value of billions of euros.

"It's Mr. Goodman!"

Monica's cold expression instantly melted away, and she reached out to shake hands, her hoarse voice carrying a hint of ingratiation.

“My daughter and I are both loyal users of your company’s products. Especially that robot vacuum cleaner, you have no idea how much precious time it has saved me.”

As she spoke, her arm naturally slipped into Luo Xia's arm.

“But this is the first time I’ve met Mr. Goodman in Italy. You have such a large business empire in Europe, yet you rarely appear in social settings.” Monica tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of admiration, her expressive eyes conveying a wealth of emotion.

The moment this woman discovered Luo Xia's "true" identity, she immediately adopted a completely different attitude. The speed at which she changed her expression was so fast that even a master of Sichuan opera would be ashamed of himself.

Seeing her snobbish, gold-digging appearance, Luo Xia tried to pull his arm away in annoyance, but found that it was firmly held and he couldn't move.

He shrugged helplessly and casually replied, "I usually live in America. You can come visit me in Tribeca or Beverly Hills if you have time in the future. I only found out about this party a few hours ago after landing on my private plane, so I just stopped by to take a look."

Monica's eyes lit up as she caught the key information, and she began to chat even more enthusiastically.

Luo Xia, who had been dawdling with him, was also somewhat moved.

Noticing his reaction, Monica smiled charmingly and pulled him towards the guest rooms upstairs.

Judging from her practiced manner, it was clear that this wasn't the first time she had brought a man upstairs.

But at this moment, Rorschach had already lost interest in this gold digger.

He casually pointed to the women's restroom across the street and said nonchalantly, "Why go so far? I think this place is fine; the stalls are quite spacious."

"A cubicle?" Monica hesitated.

"What, you don't want to?" Luo Xia glanced at her coldly.

Monica bit her lip and forced a smile, saying, "I'm willing to do anything you want, as long as you're happy."

The female guests who entered the restroom one after another exchanged knowing glances upon hearing the sounds coming from the stalls, and tacitly refrained from disturbing the process.

A dozen minutes later, a faint sobbing sound suddenly came from outside the cubicle door.
(End of this chapter)