Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 88 4. "Dead"

Big Bird Round and Round Bar, first floor bar.

6:30 PM.

The industrial gears of Glenley City gradually came to a halt, and workers were leaving work on Narcissus Street. The setting sun brought a deep blue twilight, and the waves on the beach receded.

Meanwhile, white-collar workers who also have time to rest, or idle middle-class people, all came to this bar. There were even a few middle-aged men in ties and suits, holding canes and accompanied by subordinates, looking like judges.

Since Big Bird Spinning Bar lost its star attraction more than 20 days ago, and during that time, an official spy was arrested, which affected the bar and led to the closure of the second-floor casino, its popularity has plummeted.

However, tonight, it seems to have regained some of its former glory.

"Have you heard? Teacher Da Lai, who has been missing for more than three weeks, is making a comeback tonight!"

"Oh my god, I'm a huge fan of his! I bought three copies of his new DVDs as soon as they came out at the department store! One for my collection, one for watching, and one to give away!!"

"I can already imagine the madness tonight!"

The atmosphere inside the bar was electric, with most of the fans coming after hearing the news. More than half of them had come from other bars – they used to love going to the "Bunny Girl Bar" next door because it was as charming as its name suggested, but the news coming out here today was not to be missed.

Without a doubt, this was a highly anticipated performance.

Backstage at the performance, He Ye was stroking his yellow guitar with deep emotion, humming a little tune.

I want to send you my everlasting longing, a postcard representing my love.

Forty minutes earlier, He Ye rushed to the Big Bird Spinning Bar after finishing her shift at the police station, changed into a suit and mask for her performance, because today was the day of her agreed performance.

He will release a new song today.

The reason is that the record company has run out of records to record.

Three weeks ago, He Ye discovered that selling records was very profitable, so he dragged Brandt and the others to a record company to record. Now, so much time has passed and the records have sold very well, He Ye has received more than 200,000 crowns in dividends, enough for him to live comfortably for several years.

But no one would complain about having too much money—EMI Records recently invited the Teens in Times to record a few more songs, and naturally, the group readily agreed.

In order to boost the record sales again, He Ye plans to sing a few lines at a bar first, so that fans will have an impression of the record, since you have to buy the record to hear the content.

And so this scene unfolded.

"How are the preparations going?"

At this moment, the dark-skinned, dreadlocked Brant came to He Ye's side, his two drumsticks tucked into his waistband like a two-sword style, head held high and chest out.

He Ye smiled and replied.

"My musical soul has never been so restless."

Then bassist George hummed, his eyebrows dancing as he joined the conversation, his fingers strumming the four strings of his bass guitar. Oh my god, this is so boring.

He Ye responded by plucking the strings.

"Everyone, if you're all ready, go on stage. My old friends will be there to watch the show." Professor Zhalan adjusted his glasses with his middle finger. "It's time."

Seeing this, He Ye stood up and, instead of replying, decided: "Then let's go on stage."

The band members exchanged knowing smiles, and as the host announced, the backstage curtain was drawn back and the lights began to flash.

TNT (Teens in Times)! Here we go!

Waves of cheers roared toward the four of them! The waving hands below the stage were dazzling!
"Drummer! Brandt!"

The two drumsticks are tossed into the hand like acrobats, then kissed, and quickly struck the drumhead and disc, producing a booming sound to announce the entrance!
"Bassist! George!"

George's strong, powerful fingers swept across the bass strings, producing crisp, clean strumming sounds like deep chords, while his golden, wavy hair swayed as if surfing on the sea!
"Keyboardist! Zhalan!"

The tail of his tuxedo billowed out and clung to the backless chair. His elegant and upright figure sat before the piano, and the professor's fingers flew across the black and white keys, producing heavenly music!
"And lastly! Lead singer Leon!"

"Ohhhhhhh!"

As host Michael announced, He Ye's slow entrance sparked a climax. The music association's judges were seeing this independent and unconventional lead singer for the first time, only to find that he was wearing a mask.

And far away near the bar, there was a lonely figure.

During the three weeks that He Ye was away, the band also had a new lead singer—Mr. Rosen, who is now sitting at the bar drinking alone.

He believes his voice and rhythm are good, and he even puts a lot of emotion into his songs, but he just can't seem to win the approval of others.

Now, Rosen saw the main character on stage. Although this was the first time the two had met, the musicians who had been playing with him had completely different expressions and smiles when facing He Ye, which made him feel strange.

So this is their true performance style?

Rosen took a deep breath and shook his head.

"Come on, buddy, here's your drink to cheer you up."

At this moment, the bartender next to him smiled and offered his warm regards.

Rosen looked over and saw Brooke, his closest friend in the bar.

"Thank you. I was just wondering why I couldn't compare to him." Rosen took the wine and put down the money.

“Everyone has their own kindred spirits, there’s no need to feel ashamed,” Brooke comforted with a smile. “Take it easy.”

"I feel much better," Rosen said after a while.

As expected of my best friend, she's very good at comforting me.

Rosen picked up his glass and slowly drank it down. Then he noticed a short-haired girl with black hair jumping around next to him. She was dressed as a bartender, but she didn't even carry a plate. She squeezed her way to the stage on the other side of the dance floor empty-handed.

Hey, make way! Make way!

Rosen recognized her too; she was a diligent and lovely young woman who was learning bartending in her spare time and seemed quite popular among the bartenders. He hadn't understood why at first, until one day her cheerful smile touched him, and he realized the reason.

'Mr. Rosen, your tie is crooked!'

Thoughts raced, and as the strumming of the guitar strings ended, the performance began.

This was the first time he had seen the band perform live.

The seamless coordination within seconds was effortless; Brandt's passionate and continuous drumbeats struck the G-spot in the heart, with George's bass interspersed in the cheerful rhythm, while Professor Zalan's piano chords added a sense of story behind the scenes.

The lights flickered, and the guitar played the main melody.

Cm - Ab - Bb - Gm——

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Here it comes! (yeah!)"

"If your heart stops beating"

I'll be wondering: Did you get what you deserve?

"..."

……

"Ugh, it's still so tiring..."

after an hour.

Having finished the first half of the show, He Ye took off his mask and sat at Brooke's bar, pulling at his sweaty collar. Not long ago, there seemed to be other people here, but now only he was sitting here.

Seeing his old friend still so supportive, Brooke smiled broadly. He turned around, holding the flask, and, unaware of the inside story, raised an eyebrow and asked directly:
"Haha, that's awesome, Leon! Thanks to you, my hands are sore from shaking so much and I've already made almost four hundred! Whoosh, buddy, you're coming again tomorrow, right?!"

"No, no, no, I'll rest here for a while longer and then I'll leave."

He Ye looked over helplessly. He was just here to sing a song, not to join the company. In layman's terms, he was just here to make money because the record company was recording a new song for release, and he was promoting it.

With nearly 200,000 kronor already in his wallet, He Ye thought it was time for him to truly retire.

He should have just left the spy department after that, but by some twist of fate, he's now working in the public security department, thanks in large part to Lawrence's keen eye.

While I don't dislike this kind of life, something's always missing—I have money but nowhere to spend it!
"Oh, I see. That's a real shame."

Brooke smacked his lips in disapproval.

"Mr. Wuxiu, you were so cool just now! I'm going to fall for you!"

Just then, a familiar figure ran up from the side. Nicole looked at He Ye with shining eyes and praised him passionately, almost as if she wanted to kiss him.

Although she didn't move because she worked in the security department, seeing He Ye only once a week was still too infrequent for Nicole. Today, he was unusually visiting the bar again—the last time he came was two weeks ago—so she was incredibly excited.

When He Ye saw his little follower standing in front of him, he calmly waved his hand and said, "Go back to work, or the foreman will flick your forehead again."

"Ugh..." Nicole visibly slumped down.

She pouted slightly, hands on her hips, looking at him with a bit of a huff. He hadn't been affectionate with her at the bar. Even if she didn't ask for a head pat, she could at least have said a few words to him.
But He Ye was thinking of her, since he wasn't there—he couldn't interfere in the interpersonal relationships in the bar, and it would be a loss if he were targeted by the manager because of her.

"Well, sir, you'll regret this!"

Nicole turned around defiantly and said:

“Mr. Brooke, there’s no need to hide it anymore, you can tell him!”

"...Uh..." Brooke scratched his head, wondering if he was being kept from his bro. "What do you mean by Nicole?"

"Yes, that matter is related to me!"

"..."

He was silent for a moment, until Nicole secretly gestured the shape of the envelope in front of Brooke, and then he suddenly realized.

"Uh, it's like this, Leon, there's something I have to tell you..." Brooke said, playing along with Nicole's affected manner, coughing and speaking seriously, "You should spend more time with her, otherwise..."

He Ye was puzzled: "Otherwise?"

“Otherwise, she would have run off with someone else. She received a love letter this month,” Brooke said, recalling the vivid scenes from the past week.

"Yes," Nicole nodded solemnly, "a love letter!"

"Oh, that's really nice," He Ye exclaimed. "What's the other person like? Are they rich? Are they well-mannered? Take me to meet them sometime."

"Huh? Uh...sir, shouldn't you be flustered? Or at a loss?" Nicole stood there awkwardly, gesturing stiffly with her hands.

"Why is this happening?"

"Because, because I received a love letter!"

"That's wonderful." He Ye was happy for her. "It means you're an outstanding person that someone likes you."

Nicole fell completely silent. She hadn't expected this tactic to fail. She had subconsciously put herself in the other person's shoes instead of considering their perspective. After all, if her husband also received a love letter, her position would be in grave danger. She was already panicking and worried, but she hadn't expected her husband to see her that way…

Totally spicy!

……

After a while.

Nicole had already left with the plate, pouting. Although she had explained and rejected the love letter, she was still dissatisfied because she felt that her husband was not taking her seriously. Although she had found the magazines he hid at home, which were full of mature and sexy women, could it be a problem with his development?
Whoosh~ How much milk do I have to drink?

Nicole looked down at her still-developing breasts and let her mind wander.

He Ye sat at the bar drinking, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation—it was his first time at a bar in the past two weeks, and he was thinking of drinking until he was completely drunk.

I used to despise this bar, but now I'm actually quite fond of the drinks.

"Awesome!" He Ye exclaimed, putting down his draft beer.
Brooke, having just stepped away from the guests nearby, approached He Ye and asked, "Didn't you notice what Nicole meant?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Um..." Brooke asked tactfully, "What do you think of her?"

After a moment of silence, He Ye said, "My younger sister."

After saying that, Brooke felt sorry for her for a few seconds, realizing that saying anything more would be pointless—it would be better to let his good buddy have a good drink tonight.

"Alright, alright, come on, let's have a drink," Brooke said hospitably.

"Whoosh~" He Ye picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. "Awesome!"

"By the way, bro, have you read the newspaper?" Brooke asked casually. "The beach festival is supposedly being moved up because there's supposed to be a once-in-a-century heavy rain in June, and a typhoon is going to sweep the beaches, so the Bikini Association has decided to move it to the end of May."

"Is that so?" He Ye was shocked.

"Of course, so let's go see it together during the holidays. Remember to buy sunscreen and a parasol, haha, you'll see how useful they are then~" Brooke winked mysteriously.

He Ye smiled and agreed, his mind racing, then looked at the glass in front of him, which was now filled with freshly poured draft beer, bubbles rising to the surface.

That's great news.

Now that he has so much money in his wallet, he can settle down in any city after the beach festival. Staying here is just a side job. Lawrence has no other reason. He was originally hesitating about when to pack up his bucket and run away, but now he has a definite time.

Thinking of this, He Ye looked at Brook in front of him and readily agreed:

"Okay, okay, then see you there."

"Hehe." Brooke chuckled again, "Remember to bring sunscreen."

The bar's lighting was distorted, just like when I was drowning my sorrows in alcohol, and neither the beer nor the person across from me had changed.

(PS: A song is released in the bonus chapter)
(End of this chapter)