The Blood Cloud Bandits’ Second Head

When he saw the women in the brothel approach, Meng Chuan couldn't help but panic. He had never been this nervous even when facing demons.

"Don't disturb me." Meng Chuan remained expressionless as he spoke.

"You grasping girls, move aside. Don't disturb Young Master Meng," said the old procuress immediately. "Young Master Meng, please come upstairs. Please come upstairs."

The old procuress had sharp eyes. She could tell that Young Master Meng didn't think much of these ordinary courtesans. After all, the ones in charge of solicitation were the ordinary ones. The ones that were genuinely ranked within the Azure Cloud Brothel didn't easily show their faces.

A scion of a Godfiend family—who had extreme talent and chances of becoming a Godfiend—would usually be surrounded by servants and maids. Without sufficient looks, they probably couldn't attract Young Master Meng at all.