Madame Zhilan.

Fu Pei stood with Wang Yong in an office in front of a woman who was sitting dressed in a red gown with her long legs crossed. From Wang Yong's perception, she looked like she was once a model but was now an ugly duckling. Everything about her disgusted him, from the way she licked her lips to the way she crossed her legs to reveal a glimpse of her red panties all was just enough to make him puke on her face.

But unfortunately she was Fu Pei's boss and he promised his friend that he wouldn't make trouble once he accompanied him. So he turned his face away when their eyes met, hiding the revulsion in his eyes.

Madame Zhilan smiled inwardly when she saw the both of them, her eyes raking in the beautiful scenery before her. She did not plan to visit the brothel today but when she was informed about their arrival, she changed her plans. She turned to Fu Pei with a stern expression. "You can take your friend to the dressing room to change. Don't keep the customers waiting."

When she saw that they had left she picked up the telephone to call her assistant giving orders to her. "Prepare the rooms exactly the way I told you to. Make sure you don't make mistakes."

The boys stood like statues, watching the staff dress them up in suits and hairdressers arrange their hair. Wang Yong suspected that the women were just looking for some reason to touch his body instead of adjusting the collar on his neck. The clients of these kind of brothels like their escorts to be refined and elegant, being good looking was a plus.

When they were finished with the make up and stuff, they proceed to wait in a room for someone to give them the details of their clients and then they will go and meet them.

Although most of their clients were females, there were rare cases of them being males and those ones were the most abusive. Like what happened to Fu Pei when he had just clocked 15, the memory haunting him forever in his dreams. If it had not been for Kúiwù's interference, that witch would have continued to use the male workers for their pleasure.

A young woman came into the room holding two documents. She gazed at the both of them, lust entering her eyes. One of them with blond hair wore a pale yellow suit, the lapels exposing his masculine chest that shone with oil. The piercings on his eyebrows and mouth made him look

like a famous rock star. While the other person who had sleek black hair wore a black suit that also exposed his chest, the black eyeliner in his eyes making them look mesmerising . He also wore a large black collar around his pale neck that made him look like a sexy and dangerous present about to be unwrapped.

She cleared her throat and said. "Here are the details about the two clients that are waiting for you."

"Okay, you can leave now." Fu Pei's cold eyes discouraged her from taking another glance at them, the chills forcing her to exit the room.

The two boys stared at the papers for a while, seriously taking in every detail needed for their job. Wang Yong closed his own after a while. "Lucky me, this hag just wants me to make her husband jealous. Well, that's easy."

He turned to Fu Pei when he saw him go quiet all of a sudden. "What about you?"

Fu Pei finally closed his document. "Escort to a private party."

"No extra activities?" Wang Ying grabbed the paper from his hand and looked at it. After he read it, he closed it once again. "Let's switch missions."

"No way! I won't allow it, give me back my document!" Fu Pei tried to retrieve his document.

But Wang Yong's hand stretched further away from his reach, even shifting his entire body to increase the distance. "You don't have a choice. Don't over think. Its just that thinking about it earnestly, my mission may be a little difficult for me so I want to switch missions. You look more handsome than me so it may suit you perfectly."

"Don't try to patronize me, Wang. I am not switching missions with you so give me back my paper." Fu Pei growled.

"And I told you, you have no choi-" Wang Yong's eyes widened as he looked down the floor near Fu Pei's shoe. "Look, isn't that a centipede?!"

Fu Pei quickly shifted away from his previous position as he bent down to search for the little creature nervously. By the time he realized that he had been tricked, the sound of door opening and closing told him that Wang Yong had left the room.

The sight of the switched document made him sigh.

Meanwhile, Wang Ying finally stopped around a corner when he was sure that his friend wasn't following him. He took a look at the paper to find out where he was supposed to go. The destination truly made him frown but business was business.

He entered the car that was prepared for missions and closed his eyes as the car drove to a desolated area. When the car stopped, he entered the hotel that was brightly lit and well furnished. The music coming from around him as he stood in the receptionist desk gave him the impression that his client was indeed having a wild party.

He walked away from the receptionist with the card he received from her and went to the room that was inscribed on the card. Opening the door, it was just as he expected, loud noises and middle aged women who were trying to enact their youthful days by dressing in skimpy and short clothes as they tried to covered their faces with masks, the stench of alcohol wafting through his nostrils.

He glanced around the room casually, his eyes falling on the person he was supposed to meet. As he walked towards her, he saw the woman fidget and turn nervously. His eyes roamed around lazily. "Hi, I am your escort for the evening. I am sure that you already know my codename so there is no need to go over those details. Can I get a drink?"

The woman seemed very flustered. "Of course. Please help yourself."

He was about to walk towards the bar when a slender hand slithered into his lapels, touching his chest. He turned swiftly to the person who stood behind him caressing his chest. The woman who wore a red mask frowned lightly. "Wang, you bad boy. I thought you assigned another mission. Why are you here instead?"

Wang Yong smiled and pushed the hand away, turning to face the woman. "And I thought you were meant to be running the brothel. What are you doing here, Madame Zhilan?"