Inside the booth, the two looked clear-eyed, not at all appearing to be under any spell.
But Wang Tu couldn't take his eyes off the delicate Shen Shiyao.
Resolutely, he stepped into the room.
The seven or eight men following him flooded in.
"Know any tricks?"
Wang Tu sized up Lin Yifan; earlier, he had surprisingly spoken some slang.
This made him increasingly wary of Lin Yifan.
"A scoundrel like you dares to question me?"
Their previous dialogue had clearly entered Lin Yifan's ears.
No wonder the typically aloof Liu Xiaocui had been so charmed.
It turned out to be a gang operation behind it all.
"Flower house" means kidnapping women, "scoundrel" means a lecher.
"Seems you're blocking my way."
Wang Tu said with a dark face.
The other party indeed was not nice.
"Doing vile things, earning money against conscience, you should've known this day would come."
Lin Yifan crossed his legs, speaking coldly.
