The entertainment city, rocked by music and dance, was nothing short of debauched.
Ye Ningyuan never liked such places and rarely patronized them. Following Morales here this time was a complete coincidence. Morales had a few teenage girls, strictly speaking, girls that were thirteen or fourteen. They were very good-looking, demure, and had yet to see the world. These teenage girls only had a black tippet on them.
Morales smiled and had two of the girls sit next to Ye Ningyuan and serve him.
Any man who had seen even the slightest of the world, Ye Ningyuan included, would have encountered it. Ye Ningyuan reciprocated impolitely, drinking the red wine the girls offered him and allowing their hands to roam on his body. The two girls with Morales were open enough to sit on him.
Emotionless, An Xunuo stood aside and looked down. It was as though it was none of her concern.
Morales said that these demure girls were still virgins. While they were teenage girls, they were very well brought up and knew how to serve. Ye Ningyuan, on hearing it, smiled. He had heard White Tiger and Azure Dragon mention how they had visited this place when talking business in Mexico and had immense praise for the young girls here as they were able to fulfill any request.
White Tiger and Azure Dragon were no typical men, but they would occasionally patronize these seedy outlets as they were, after all, men of identity, power, and wealth that were not attached and would want to have their fun. Whenever they tried to goad Ye Ningyuan, who was well-known to stay away from womanizing, to come along, he would not agree. As Morales had dealings with Azure Dragon and White Tiger, he had quite a good understanding of Ye Ningyuan’s character. Morales saw that Ye Ningyuan was quite a hedonist himself and could not help but inevitably wonder whether Ye Ningyuan was really not the womanizer popular opinion made him out to be. Which man didn’t have tendencies to womanize? Those who could womanize were naturally more no-holds-barred, let alone men like Ye Ningyuan who had the world in their grasp.
Ye Ningyuan smiled seemingly coldly…
The cell phone rang. It was White Tiger who called. He stopped the girl’s actions and picked up the call. “Boss, there is something amiss with Morales as you have expected,” White Tiger said urgently.
Ye Ningyuan looked down as he single-handedly hugged the girl. “Go on.”
As he did not make clear whether he was directing that statement toward the girl or White Tiger, the girl whom he held became even more brazen and ran her hands into his shirt.
“Vermilion Bird has looked up their accounts, and he simply never had the means to fork out so much cash. Besides, the government has also received word of it and they have no intention of collaborating with Morales. It seems that a secret power has intervened, and I’m afraid there is a hidden agenda somewhere. Boss, shall we continue? I’m afraid there will be problems, and… An Xunuo’s appearance is too coincidental,” White Tiger said.
“Noted. I’ll wire the payment into your bank account tomorrow,” Ye Ningyuan said. White Tiger understood what he said and ended the call. Morales was smart enough not to ask about anything. Ye Ningyuan pulled out the young girl’s hand and smiled as he whispered something into her hand. The young girl had a reddened face, embarrassed to the point she was at a loss. She looked at Ye Ningyuan, aghast.
He smiled and stood up as though nothing had happened before saying he had to visit the washroom. Morales had his men lead him to the washroom. Once he had left, Morales then asked the young girl, “What did he say?”
“He said that my technique was terrible and he was not aroused.”
Morales was lost for words.
To think that he claimed that the young girl’s technique was bad, chances were that he was cold. Hearsay had it that Black J was no womanizer. Could he simply be impotent?
An Xunuo was still expressionless. Seeing that he had not returned in a long time, Morales had An Xunuo enter the toilet and An Xunuo nodded. As this level contained all the VIP boxes, with each box having its own toilet, he was easily located.
Ye Ningyuan came alone, and Morales’ men were outside the washroom. When she reached, the men said that Ye Ningyuan was inside. An Xunuo nodded and pushed open the door to enter the toilet. Ye Ningyuan was indeed before the basin.
“It’s been a long time.” He smiled at her in the mirror.
“Ah, it’s been a long time indeed.”
“What brings you here?”
“Why can’t I be here?”
…
Ye Ningyuan frowned at how their conversation seemed to come out from an ancient martial arts novel.
‘You’re here!’
‘Yes, I am!’
‘But you should not be here!’
‘But I am.’
“Aren’t you overly confident to meet Morales alone?” An Xunuo coldly said.
“You seem very concerned about me.”
“If you die, I will have a hard time accounting for that.”
“As long as you are not out for my life, I cannot die.” Ye Ningyuan smiled and turned around before suddenly pinning her against his chest and the wall. “Xunuo, what the f*** are you doing? And why?”
“Why must I tell you?” she coldly asked in return.
He clearly saw how irate she was and raised his eyebrows. “The air is really stuffy here, no? Wait, why is there a foul scent? What do you think?”
An Xunuo stared at him hard and looked up to see his deep gaze. She raised her hands in frustration and was about to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. “What are you doing here?” he growled.