Bowlan Street

The neon signs on the street kept changing, displaying revealing content, and there were men and women dressed fashionably.

The rickshaw puller, whose feet had been replaced with mechanical prosthetics, was sprinting on the road. There was also a camel horse, which was a full circle larger than a rhinoceros, standing by the roadside and sneezing from time to time...

Everything made Yin Xiu feel curious.

This was Bolan Street, a place where delinquent teenagers from various gangs and fashionable women gathered.

After walking just a few steps, a rather sleazy-looking person sidled up to Yin Xiu, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

He was obviously a pimp, and as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a strong smell of cigarettes. "Young man, do you want to relax a bit?"

Yin Xiu just smiled and waved his hand to decline.

But the man didn't intend to give up and continued to promote to him, "We have all kinds in our store. Consider it, young man."

Seeing that Yin Xiu seemed to pause for a moment in his steps, he quickly added, "What kind of girl do you like, young man? A foreign girl? A local girl? A girl from the north? A housewife? A teacher?"

"An old woman? A man? A hermaphrodite? A corpse? A dog? A cockroach?"

Yin Xiu suddenly showed a mysterious smile, and the pimp felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of it.

After thinking for a while, Yin Xiu said, "I'm looking for a woman."

"Sure! Go on," the pimp said cheerfully, rubbing his hands. "In Bolan Street, there's no girl that I, Pimp Feng, can't find, no matter what kind she is."

Yin Xiu immediately burst out laughing, looking very happy.

"Brother Feng, right? I really do want to find a girl to relax with. But I have a somewhat special preference. I wonder if you can meet my needs?"

Perhaps influenced by Yin Xiu, the pimp also grinned lewdly.

"I definitely can't meet your needs, but those girls can."

Yin Xiu nodded, looking very satisfied, and immediately put forward his request.

"I want to find a girl, preferably a Chinese. She should be like my dream lover. She has a beautiful face, and her figure, well, the parts that should be curvy are as if inflated, and the parts that should be concave are as if chiseled out with a knife.

A girl like that must have a pair of beautiful eyes. Just one look from her, and your soul will be lost. You'll feel as if you're in a dream, all dizzy and woozy."

Listening to Yin Xiu's vivid description, even Pimp Feng felt a trace of the innocence and impulse he had when he first entered the business welling up in his heart, and he giggled.

Pimp Feng murmured, "Sir, I think I know a few girls like that, and there are only a few. Shall we go now?"

The tone and manner in which he said this didn't seem like he was going to lead the customer, but rather like he was going himself and urging a companion.

"Not so fast." Yin Xiu gently placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "You know, everyone has their flaws. Even the most exquisite porcelain bowl will inevitably get chipped and lose a corner. My dream lover should be a girl with an injured hand. It might be the little finger or the ring finger."

Pimp Feng frowned. "Sir, your preference is really strange, isn't it?"

"It's not strange at all, not strange in the least. It's just a small flaw in a piece of white jade."

As he spoke, Yin Xiu took out a few banknotes and waved them in front of Pimp Feng. "Well, can you fulfill my wish?"

"Yes, definitely yes."

Pimp Feng's eyes were fixed on the banknotes, and he happily took them. Only after he had safely put them in his pocket did he say,

"Sir, there is indeed such a girl who recently injured her hand. She has a black bandage wrapped around her little finger. I think her name is Xiaomeng? Well, it's just a stage name anyway, and I can't remember it clearly. I think that's right."

Come to think of it, it's also strange. She hasn't come to work for several days, and she didn't even give me a word of notice."

Yin Xiu's heart skipped a beat. It seemed he had found the right person. The smile on his face became even wider, and it looked even more eerie to Pimp Feng.

"Let's go. Take me to her."

"But I can't guarantee that she'll be there, sir. You know these girls are always running around and have no fixed place to stay."

"It's okay, it's okay. I just want to take a look. You take me to the downstairs, and then you can leave. I won't shortchange you a penny," Yin Xiu urged.

Pimp Feng thought about it. After all, this was the territory of He Lisheng. No matter how tough a character someone was, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble here. There shouldn't be any problems.

Moreover, it went against his nature not to make money.

With these thoughts in mind, Pimp Feng showed a bright smile and started to lead the way for Yin Xiu.

After walking through one dim and colorful alley and street after another, they finally stopped in front of an old-looking single-family apartment building.

Pimp Feng rubbed his chin. "Xiaomeng, she should live on the third floor."

Yin Xiu pretended to be casual and asked, "Is there anyone else living with her? Like a boyfriend or something? I heard that these girls usually have bodyguards around them."

"Hey! This is Bolan Street. Who dares to cause trouble here? Even the patrolmen don't usually come in. What would they need bodyguards for?"

"As for a boyfriend, I'm not too sure."

Pimp Feng spat on the ground. "Anyway, these people all go their own ways. They don't even see each other during the day, let alone at night. This is the peak business hour. Having someone else around would just get in the way of her making money, wouldn't it?"

Looking at the room that had no lights on, Yin Xiu thought for a while and decided to go up and take a look.

"Okay, you can leave now."

Yin Xiu took out a banknote and stuffed it into Pimp Feng's shirt pocket. His expression was no longer as friendly as before. Instead, it had become rather cold and distant, keeping people at arm's length.

"Remember, don't tell anyone about what happened today."

Pimp Feng slapped his chest hard. "Don't worry. Here, only the customers remember me. I never remember others. In our line of work, you can't have too good a memory. I understand that."

After taking the money, he turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly a soft and sweet voice stopped him.

"Brother Feng, what are you doing here?"

Both Pimp Feng and Yin Xiu were taken aback. In the alley, a woman holding a red umbrella and wearing a black cheongsam had appeared out of nowhere.

She had a beautiful face and a curvy figure. On the hand holding the umbrella, the little finger was wrapped in a black bandage.

"Oh, it's Xiaomeng!"

Pimp Feng grinned and pulled the still stunned Yin Xiu to his side. "This young man here has gone to a great deal of trouble to find you. You should give him a good time."

Then he looked at Yin Xiu again. "I forgot to ask. What's your name, young man?"

"No need for introductions. We know each other," Xiaomeng said indifferently.

"You know each other? That's convenient then. I won't disturb the two of you. Young man, have a great time tonight. It wasn't easy to find her," Pimp Feng said loudly and walked away without looking back.

Staring at Yin Xiu for a while, as if accepting the reality, Xiaomeng lowered her eyes.

"You've finally come."