She quickly noticed Dominic walking towards her, his smile still professional and proper, but his eyes beginning to carry a hint of scrutiny and appraisal. A sense of disdain couldn't help but rise in her heart: "This trash... dressed like something picked up from a random street vendor, how did he get in? Weren't those two doormen outside supposedly Sanda experts? What the hell?" Although she felt an inexplicable disgust towards Dominic's attire, after a quick glance, her gaze lingered slightly, "Hmm... his looks are alright, some guests really like this type. But, this deliberate narcissism and confidence, and that indifferent attitude... it's truly sickening."
She sneered inwardly: "Another fool who doesn't know the height of the sky, trying to make a splash in Kingpin's territory? Ridiculous!"
However, despite her inner contempt, she maintained her professional smile. She subtly raised an eyebrow and inquired in a sweet yet slightly distant voice: "Mr., may I ask your name is...?"
Dominic wasn't in a hurry to answer. A frivolous smile played on his lips, and he suddenly put his arm around the madam's waist, asking instead: "What about you? What should I call you? Such a charming lady, you're my main target tonight."
The woman was momentarily stunned, then rolled her eyes inwardly, sneering: "Another guy with no sense, whatever, why bother with a dead man." She had already added Dominic to the list of people to be 'cleaned up' later, but on her face, she maintained that consistently charming smile, as if she didn't care at all. "My name is Bella, Mr.. So, what would you like to enjoy at 'Rose' today?"
"Bella?" Dominic chuckled softly, completely ignoring her hints and provocations, a hint of cynicism in his eyes. "Rose?" He rolled his eyes, pretending to think seriously. "Hmm... Rose, Bella, how come this place feels more like a... dating club? Hey, but it's okay, today I'm here to 'enjoy'."
Saying this, he deliberately lowered his head to glance at Bella's black Chanel dress, his eyes carrying a hint of teasing. "Honestly, this dress... it really suits a 'Rose' like you. But, um, is it possible to change into a... less fabric style later?" He drew a small circle in the air with his finger, accompanied by a meaningful smirk.
Bella was speechless to the extreme inwardly, suppressing the urge to immediately kick the bastard in front of her to death, cursing in her heart: "This guy really doesn't know the height of the sky. Fine, I'll see how he ends up later." On the surface, she still maintained her smile, responding: "Of course, we have various 'services' and 'styles' here, but perhaps Mr. should find a private room to sit in first? After all, our guests are all here to 'enjoy'."
Dominic didn't care about her perfunctory response, just waved his hand casually, as if to say "don't bother." "I don't want to waste time, as long as there are 'special' services, then I won't leave tonight." His tone was playful, but his completely unrestrained demeanor made it hard to tell if he was serious or deliberately provoking.
Bella couldn't help but laugh inwardly: "What a moron, you'll know what 'special' service is later." However, she still maintained that charming smile, saying softly: "Then please follow me this way, Mr.. I will arrange the most 'special' experience for you."
Dominic grinned, thinking: "This girl definitely can't handle me, I'm definitely getting a meal out of this today, and I'm going to play big." As he walked, he savored his recent audacious jokes, his face full of confident smiles.
Dominic walked into the private room with Bella's arm around him. Bella still maintained her professional smile, her face showing no signs of abnormality. She gently broke free from Dominic's hand, stood in front of him, a hint of ambiguous wink in her eyes, slightly raised her chin, and asked in a gentle and suggestive tone: "Mr., what kind of... style are you planning to have tonight?"
Dominic whistled, his gaze sweeping up and down Bella's figure, then leaned in close to her ear, lowering his voice and saying in a teasing tone: "Style? Hmm... the style I like... it's best if you can 'take off' this black dress and have something with a 'relaxed' design, you know." After speaking, a mischievous smirk played on his lips, and a teasing glint flickered in his eyes.
Bella smiled slightly, evidently well accustomed to such remarks. She waved her hand lightly, subtly raised an eyebrow, and replied with a hint of seduction in her tone: "Then Mr. will have to wait patiently... I will satisfy you shortly." With that, she skillfully turned and left, her steps elegant and confident, not forgetting to wink at Dominic before she left, as if to say "just wait and see." But the moment she turned around, the expression on her face instantly turned cold, and she muttered inwardly: "This idiot, no different from a dead man, yet acting so arrogant, truly disgusting."
Dominic didn't care about her coldness at all; instead, he felt like he was in control of everything, as if everything before him was within his grasp. He casually sprawled on the private room's sofa, feeling the soft leather texture, the sofa seemed like quicksand, instantly enveloping him. He sighed softly: "This is the life of the rich! Tsk, superheroes without money will never enjoy this kind of treatment, but... hey, I'm Homelander, this place will be mine sooner or later."
He picked up a bottle of beer from the table and glanced at the bottle body, the golden LOGO read "Peroni" - a luxury Italian beer, quite expensive. He unceremoniously twisted off the cap and took a big gulp, the cool beer flowing down his throat, carrying a rich malt aroma and a hint of bitterness, making him even more intoxicated.
Just as Dominic was leisurely enjoying all of this, with a "bang", the door of the private room was roughly pushed open. The door panel hit the wall with a dull thud, as if it would fall off the wall the next second.
Dominic raised an eyebrow slightly and looked up at the doorway. He saw a huge muscular man walk in, so tall he was like a moving wall. His skin was dark, his muscles bulged, his chest was broad, his clothes seemed about to burst, a thick gold chain hung around his neck, and his rough fingers were like giant claws.
Dominic sneered disdainfully: "Hey, this Bella character is really interesting, she actually sent me a 'gift'?"
The muscular man's shifty eyes stared at Dominic, filled with lewdness and greed. His gaze lingered on Dominic's face for a moment, then slowly slid down his body. He licked his chapped lips, a lecherous smile on his face, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and grinned: "Hey, kid, you're really a beauty, Sister Bella is so considerate, she knows I like this type. Don't be afraid, big brother will take good care of you..."
After speaking, he took a step, slowly walking towards Dominic, his voice low and oppressive, as if he was about to press him down the next second. His rough large hand reached out towards Dominic, as if to grab him whole.
Dominic's eyes turned cold, but a hint of contemptuous smile was on his lips. "Heh, that's really fucking disgusting."
Just as the muscular man's hand was about to touch him, Dominic's eyes suddenly emitted a fiery red light. With a "zizz" sound, Cyclops shot out instantly, so fast that the trajectory was completely invisible. The muscular man hadn't even reacted when his waist was directly pierced by the laser, blood splattering out like a fountain, staining the floor and walls of the private room red.
The muscular man's expression instantly froze, he lowered his head to look at his pierced waist, his mouth wide open, but no sound came out. Then, his body lost balance and fell heavily to the ground, the sound of blood flowing echoing throughout the private room.
Dominic sneered, slowly stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and looked at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground with indifference. "There are quite a few guys who want to mess with me, but... I don't have time to waste with you tonight." He finished speaking, casually kicked the corpse on the ground, his eyes filled with disdain.