Chapter 495

Chapter 495 - Shame on You

Big Brother couldn't stand it any longer. He quickly covered his privates and bellowed, “Everyone, close your eyes and turn around!”

Those surrounding him exchanged bewildered glances.

The men didn't see the big deal, but the women were slightly embarrassed.

They seemed reluctant to divert their gaze, occasionally stealing glances at his anatomy.

Their eyes brimmed with a longing, particularly the older ladies.

They were well into their fifties or sixties, staring intently at him.

Big Brother was close to tears.

He figured the men wouldn't care much since they shared the same anatomy.

He wouldn't mind if women looked, provided they were young and attractive.

But instead, he was surrounded by a group of middle-aged women.

His intimidating appearance was due to his status as a thug.

He was known to get into fights, so he hoped they wouldn't overstep.

Suddenly, Big Brother reflected on his long-standing reputation in the area.

Why was he lying here without a stitch of clothing?

What on earth had happened the day before?

His memory had been wiped clean, and while he couldn't recall a thing, perhaps that was for the best.

“Big Brother, it's too loud. It's still early. Let's catch some more sleep,” came another voice.

Big Brother turned to see two completely naked men.

They had managed to fall asleep there without any clothes on.

“Get up!” he commanded.

Big Brother got to his feet and kicked his two underlings awake.

“Big Brother, what's going on? You exhausted us last night.”

Now, he couldn't clear things up no matter what.

The onlookers' eyes bulged even more at the scene.

Big Brother had never felt so aggrieved in his life. He was so upset he wanted to cry and run home to his mom.

The day before, they had been dragged out of a restaurant by those two goons for dozens of meters, which explained the pain in their butts and legs!

Seeing that his henchmen wanted to speak again, Big Brother blurted out, “Shut up! Let's get dressed and head home, now!”

Scanning the area, he spotted a small courtyard nearby with clothes drying in the sun.

They dashed over, grabbed the clothes, and took off.

Someone chased them, filming with a phone.

A group of women, phones in hand, chuckled and called out.

“Lads, aren't you going to try harder? Let's be WeChat friends.”

“Boys, stop working. I'll take care of you.”

Hearing this, they bolted in terror.

Eventually, they shook off their pursuers.

Gasping for breath, they leaned against a wall and slowly made their way in one direction.

People stopped to stare as they passed; one was squeezed into a tight red dress, another in a sexy tank top and miniskirt. Big Brother was slightly better off in pink pajamas adorned with cartoon characters. But for a burly man to be wearing such adorable sleepwear was indeed an odd sight.

Many people couldn't get away fast enough when they saw them coming.

Despite their usual tough demeanor, the trio was not feeling so fierce at the moment. All they wanted was to leave the area quickly.

They hurried off in a particular direction.

Big Brother slapped his hands together with a scowl and bellowed, “We're only a few dozen meters from our headquarters. Damn it! I'm going to find out who's responsible for this and give them a beating!”

He still couldn't recall what had happened the previous night.

His two henchmen behind him nodded emphatically.

Their anger was palpable. They were accustomed to intimidating others and were not used to being on the receiving end.

The three let out a collective sigh, then proceeded toward their base filled with hope. They were eager to change out of their clothes, take a bath, and get some much-needed sleep.

But upon reaching the entrance, they were taken aback.