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The street was bustling with activity, the sounds of vendors calling out their wares echoing on both sides. There were many people crowded together, and the temperature rose as a result. Yet, I felt as if I were holding a piece of ice that had been frozen for over a thousand years, chilling my heart.
The reason was simple: the hand I held was Shaoming's.
After the apprenticeship ceremony, I thought the absurdity would come to an end. However, life is unpredictable, and it never lets you guess what it will throw at you next.
According to Meng Jiangnu, who had been recovering well under the tree at Tushan's Red Bean Noodle Shop, she had begun to remember Fan Xiliang's appearance again, which thrilled me immensely.
I also heard from Lin Zhao and the others that their pursuit of the ‘Blood Cultivation’ had reached its conclusion, and aside from a few soldiers at the beginning, there were no casualties. This lifted a heavy weight off my heart.
There were also Gossip reports stating that Red Boy and Qu's relationship was becoming increasingly close, with a tendency to get married at any moment. My reaction was quite different from Boss Lady Ah Wan's.
I felt a strange sense of relief that the pig I had raised with great effort was finally going to root around in the cabbage patch.
In contrast, Landlady expressed outrage that her hard-grown cabbage was being uprooted by a pig.
Additionally, it was rumored that Shaoming had voluntarily applied to join the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs's Underworld Liaison Team. I began to understand Landlady's feelings.
The Underworld Liaison Team of the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs was a division I established after taking over matters related to the Underworld. Initially, the main members included just me. Yes, there was no one else at first; it was just me. However, Uncle Xing thought it sounded nice and thus created this nominally existent team.
Although Red Boy is now officially part of the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs, he is not in my team. To be precise, aside from Uncle Xing, no one can manage him, so he directly reports to Uncle Xing.
Later on, an intern joined us—namely, Zhang Lei and Zhang Fan. For a long time, it was just me as the captain leading the intern; we were the entire team.
I had applied more than once to either disband this team or add more members. Uncle Xing said fine, and I could choose either Wang Ni or Jin. So I felt quite good being a lone commander.
But now I finally had a decent teammate, yet I couldn't feel happy about it at all.
To be honest, Shaoming's looks would make her goddess-level even if she wasn't the campus belle at JZ Normal University. Although she has a bit of a temper, she is still quite adorable. However, I clumsily became her master after our first meeting, which inevitably led to awkwardness. Moreover, ever since becoming her master, her gaze towards me has changed. Previously, when she looked at me, it felt like she was teasing a neighbor's younger brother; now she looks at me as if I were some kind of tyrant.
I don't understand why this change occurred. However, one of my strengths is that when faced with trouble, I tend to set it aside since it's not something I must deal with immediately.
Oh, and to help me and the new arrival Shaoming coordinate better, Uncle Xing agreed to assign us a task to build our rapport.
It was merely about getting accustomed to each other’s styles so we could work together more effectively in the future. Shaoming should be skilled in spells from the Fox Demon Clan, such as charms and other spells that can manipulate people's minds. However, until I fully understood her methods, I couldn't make any rash decisions; everything still needed to be based on facts.
Recently, the J City area has not been very peaceful. Perhaps it's due to the escape of ghosts from the Underworld. According to the intel I just received from Black Wuchang, it seems that there is a loophole in the Underworld allowing ghosts to escape, and it is likely that many of them have already begun causing chaos in J City.
Black Wuchang and Night Wanderer are currently focused on capturing those ghosts still on the run at night. However, some ghosts have already blended into society, making it inconvenient for Black Wuchang and Night Wanderer to act openly. That's why it has fallen to me and Shaoming.
Moreover, our destination this time is quite special—kV!
It is reported that this kV has considerable backing, possibly involving illicit activities and drug trafficking. However, Boss's connections seem quite solid, having evaded numerous crackdowns. Once the heat dies down, they can easily resurface, making them difficult to deal with.
In this kV, dozens of girls have gone missing without a trace—no sightings or bodies, as if they vanished into thin air. No one knows where these girls have gone, and the police have not received any reports, which is rather strange. This is why Uncle Xing has mobilized our forces to investigate.
After receiving the mission, Shaoming and I immediately began discussing our approach. We concluded that you can't catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den! Since they are targeting young girls, we decided to pose as customers at kV and use ourselves as bait to lure them in.
I specifically sought out a few 'alternative' outfits to dress like a delinquent. I messed up my hair and added a chaotic accessory to my ear. Honestly, I don't understand what looks good about this style. However, if Shaoming didn't dress like this, she wouldn't look like someone who frequents kVs. For the sake of the mission, I compromised.
Shaoming's outfit was even more exaggerated. She applied at least half a pound of makeup on her naturally alluring face, looking as if she had just emerged from a flour barrel. She wore a skirt so short it barely covered her backside and black stockings with knee-high leather boots. On top, she had a fur-style coat over a strapless top. With a flick of her fingers and a flirtatious glance—what era is this? Auntie, are you a delinquent from last century? Who dresses like this anymore? It's not like we're going out to sell ourselves!
I told Shaoming to wash her face before we went in; those in the know would recognize this as 's,' while those who don't might think it's just an old hag.
To effectively portray a bad girl, one effective trick is to cut your hair short—preferably in a buzz cut—and dye it. Wear slightly loose clothing and sprinkle in some profanity while speaking; ideally, drop an expletive every couple of sentences. You should know how to smoke and chug drinks from bottles while sporting tattoos.
What? You can't do that? Then just pretend to be a good girl visiting kV for the first time; that can also yield surprising results—as long as you're good-looking.
For someone like Shaoming, who already has a hint of allure, wearing a school uniform would be perfect! Especially a high school uniform—it gives off an impression of someone who has seen some things but isn't too familiar with the scene. That would be a powerful weapon; how many delinquents could resist such temptation? If I weren't chanting 'Amitabha,' I'd surely be enchanted too.
Holding Shaoming's hand as we walked down the streets of J City, I felt quite familiar with this area since I had eaten an oil cake here on my first visit to J City—a taste I still crave today—but it seems no one sells them at night.
This street is famous for its nightlife, which explains why it was deserted when I first came here; after all, this street comes alive at night!
Now it's nine o'clock in the evening—ancient Hai Time's second watch—but since electric lights entered human life, this time slot marks the beginning of nightlife!
The entire street feels like it's just waking up, with men and women constantly coming and going. Wealthy people generally avoid this place; they prefer more upscale venues. Although these bars aren't particularly high-end and wouldn't attract rich patrons, ordinary folks still find them quite entertaining.
The deafening music blares continuously as several bars and kVs have greeters outside trying to lure customers in. Some are sultry Sisters standing at the door showing off their thighs and flirting with enticing smiles that draw in many men ruled by their lower halves. There are also well-dressed servers neatly standing at the entrance; whenever a customer enters, they raise their hands in unison to make invited guests feel elevated by being served.
Our goal is not these places, but the largest one in the center of the street called 'Drunken Hero'.
'Drunken Hero' is a place where you can't have fun without money. Wealthy people used to look down on this place, but it is the only exception on this street; it is a melting pot of all kinds of people, with hidden talents everywhere!
It’s possible that right next to you, several powerful figures are discussing the price of drugs, or a high-ranking official is lost in a private room. You never know if someone has died in the chair you’re sitting on, because the cleanliness of the chair will make you feel like it’s brand new. You also don’t know how many times the glass you’re using has been used for spiking drinks.
This kV keeps everything under wraps, including its behind-the-scenes Boss and their background.
As a kV, 'Drunken Hero' does everything; the first floor is a hall that resembles a bar, but only those who have booked a private room upstairs can enter and start partying. The second and third floors are private rooms, the fourth floor is a bathhouse, and the fifth floor is misleadingly named Game Room, where the stakes are often in the thousands. The sixth floor is the Boss's office, but very few people ever set foot there. There’s also a basement that serves as a billiards hall, generally not open to outsiders; only members can enter.
Holding Shaoming's hand, I finally endured this torturous journey and arrived at our destination; it was even more exhausting than Journey to the West.
I didn’t mean to take advantage of Shaoming; it’s just that she attracts trouble too easily. Didn’t you see how those members of the Grave Love Family on modified motorcycles were looking at her?
I felt Shaoming's hand trembling slightly.
"What's wrong? Are you scared? If not, we can switch to someone else." Wang Ni would definitely be capable of handling this task; she excels at smashing and grabbing.
"No, it's just my first time here; I'm excited," Shaoming replied eagerly, clearly ready for action.
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