You Are Deep in The Stars

The “shining” place Han Zhuo said was the bar street both had visited last time.

At eight o’clock in the evening, the road passed the peak period of congestion. Bai Xi was sitting in the passenger seat, holding a thermos cup in both hands, trying to make the warm water inside boil again.

While waiting for the red light, Han Zhuo looked at him with a smile: “Is it fun?”

“Take a sip.” Bai Xi raised the cup in front of him.

Mr. Han refused: “It’s very hot.”

“Hot means your teaching is effective.” Bai Xi carefully blew the hot air and asked, “Why are we going to the bar? You mentioned the shiny place last night, and I thought it was that person, Mr. Wang’s home.” After all, according to Liu Chunchun’s cry, that high-rise mansion was not only shiny, it was simply a diamond cave.

“He never welcomes outsiders entering his private territory,” Han Zhuo said.

Bai Xi wondered: “Then why did he bring Chunchun home?”

Han Zhuo continued: “Because he doesn’t like living in a broken house.”

Bai Xi: “…”

Where was the broken house?

“I do want to go find him, about the underground warehouse, but not now.” Han Zhuo started the car, “I have more important things to do tonight.”

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The bar was still noisy and lively, and the bartender had been replaced by a new person. A punk girl with silver-grey hair, a hot figure, and exaggerated makeup, wearing a short leather skirt, was sitting at the bar and teasing the guests.

“My eyes are going to stick.” Han Zhuo twisted his head forcefully, “Don’t look, she is not easy to mess with.”

“Is she also a person with superpowers?” Bai Xi asked – his biggest hobby now was distinguishing between people with special abilities and ordinary people in the vast sea of people.

“Yes, and she has a bad temper.” Han Zhuo led him across the dance floor and pushed open a wooden door with one hand. “So, let’s move to another place.”

Through the thin wall, the sound of the music was almost deafening. The corridor was dark, and there was a thick carpet under their feet. Every step felt like stepping on cotton. Vision, hearing, and touch seemed to be deprived at the same time, and he didn’t know how long the road would be. Bai Xi felt a little uneasy.

Han Zhuo took his wrist in time.

“Where are we going?” Bai Xi asked him.

Han Zhuo opened a door with his shoulder and said, “New world.”

After a loud “bang,” light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Bai Xi had to close his eyes, and it took a full two minutes to open them. It was a large, empty room. The ceiling was inlaid with countless small spotlights, like tiny stars shining in the night sky. The floor was covered with soft white carpets that they could step on with bare feet.

In the middle was a mini bar. The goblets were all shining with the light of diamonds, and on the other side of the wall, there were three display cabinets, messily filled with various luxury handbags, jewelry, and shawls and gloves.

Bai Xi remembered the beautiful sister who seemed to have an unusual relationship with Mr. Han when they came to the bar last time.

“She is my mother.” Han Zhuo took off his coat and threw it aside.

Bai Xi was stunned for a moment: “Why can you guess what I’m thinking every time?!”

Then he asked in horror: “Can you read minds?!”

Finally, he caught the key point: “Mother?!”

Han Zhuo casually rolled up his shirt sleeves and said with a smile: “I can’t read minds, and I’ve never heard of anyone in this world who can, so you can continue to protect your little secret, and it’s guaranteed not to be stolen by others.”

“But she looks so young, and…” Bai Xi rubbed his nose and said seriously, “She also has a super-fit figure.”

Han Zhuo knocked on his head.

“So, is she really your mother?” Bai Xi asked again.

“Why should I lie about this?” Han Zhuo pulled out the high chair in front of the bar for him. “I will introduce you when she comes back. What would you like to drink?”

“Manhattan, thank you.” Bai Xi touched the shining bar, trying to tell whether it was a gem or glass, but no matter what it was, he felt that it would be difficult for him to threaten Mr. Han with “wage deduction” in the future.

Han Zhuo put a glass of mint water in front of him: “No strong liquor.”

“Didn’t you bring me here just to drink?” Bai Xi wondered.

“I just want you to relax and wait until midnight to watch the excitement,” Han Zhuo helped him mix a glass of sweet cream wine, “not really to get drunk.”

Bai Xi supported his head with one hand and said meaningfully, “Oh.”

As the saying said, it must be a lively at midnight.

Ok, Ok. Explosive and explosive.

“Don’t think wildly.” Han Zhuo poured himself a glass of vodka and asked with a smile, “Do you want to stay here, or do you want to have some fun?”

“We’ll go out later.” Bai Xi looked around with the wine glass, “This should be your mother’s private bar? Wouldn’t she be angry if you just brought me in?”

“Of course not,” Han Zhuo checked the labels of the bottles and put them away, “She is very interested in you.”

Bai Xi replied: “I’m flattered.”

“It’s true.” Han Zhuo turned to look at him, “It should be said that all people with powers are interested in you.”

The topic suddenly became a little heavy, and Bai Xi could certainly understand the hidden meaning of Han Zhuo’s words. Once the underground warehouse found a way to turn people on earth into superpowers, just like himself, then for the native superpowers hidden everywhere, their situation would be safer—because the underground warehouse could build an army by transforming the people on earth, instead of having to go to great lengths to capture the sparse number of native superpowers.