chapter 397 You have a nice figure

Mei Ye Bar, inside the private room.
The pungent smell of alcohol filled the air. Ismael Amos leaned on the sofa in the box, muttering to himself, "Wine, wine..."
But even so, Ye Shisan's eyes were still full of vigilance. She kicked off her high heels and approached carefully, trying not to make any sound.
This is the instinct of a killer. Even when facing a drunk opponent, she still maintains the highest alert. She has fought with Ismael Amos more than once, especially last...