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After placing the order, I used all my savings to pay a deposit of 200,000.
A notification popped up on the screen: "Deposit paid, commission confirmed."
The seven-day countdown to death officially began.
The next morning, I first went to the hospital to give my sister a massage.
Then, I returned to Old Electric Street to continue my "broker" business.
Old Electric Street is the most chaotic old street in Port City, filled with dilapidated shops and dim narrow alleys.
I had been hanging around here for three years; there was no one in this area that I, Lin Xue, didn't know.
Both of today's deals went smoothly, and I received a commission of two hundred from the madam upstairs at the casino, enough to keep me going for a few days.
I checked the time; it was almost time to head to Wang Jiu Ye's establishment.
Just thinking about it made my stomach churn.
Wang Jiu Ye's club is located in the city center of Port City, in a five-story standalone building.
I kept my head down as I walked toward the entrance, hoping to slip in quietly.
I didn't want to attract attention or cause trouble; I just wanted to finish my work and leave quickly.
However, as soon as I stepped through the club's front door, two burly men blocked my way.
"Stop right there!" One of them, a bald man, looked me up and down. "What do you want?"
"Big Brother, I'm Lin Xue. Wang Jiu sent me here... to work."
The bald man smirked slightly. "So you're the new one."
He slowly spread his legs apart, pointed at his groin, and then gestured toward the other big man behind him.
"Do you understand the rules? Newcomers have to crawl through here!"
What a bully!
But I really didn't want to cause any trouble.
I slowly knelt down; the marble floor was icy cold against my skin.
The space beneath me was tight, so I could only lower myself as much as possible, my forehead nearly touching the ground while the rough fabric of their pants pressed against my back.
A low laugh echoed in my ears, followed by the sound of someone whistling.
Finally managing to crawl over, I was just about to push myself up when a high heel suddenly pressed down on my shoulder, forcing me back onto the ground.
It was Scar Liu. She squatted down, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and viciously ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The bones in my hand crunched painfully, and my fingers curled instinctively from the agony. Yet, I held back any sound.
“Bow your head for me. If you do it right, I’ll let you off a day’s interest,” she commanded.
The surrounding guests erupted in laughter, some raised their phones to take pictures while others began to jeer, “Hurry up and bow! What are you waiting for?”
I felt like an animal being tortured under the spotlight. My back teeth bit down hard, producing a clicking sound as my forehead struck the ground with a dull thud. The impact left me slightly dazed, and I cursed inwardly, “Bitch, I wonder if your life is long enough… Can you withstand my bowing?”
Scar Liu clearly didn’t care about my thoughts. She coldly said, “Alright, come with me,” and turned to walk inside.
I quickly stood up and followed her. We reached the entrance of a VIP Room where Scar Liu pushed the door open and tilted her head to signal me to enter.
The room was filled with swirling smoke, and a dozen men were gathered around the sofa drinking. As I stepped in, their gazes all turned towards me in unison.
Wang Jiu Ye sat in the main seat, his eyes half-closed. How did he manage that? He had no expression yet somehow looked lecherous.
Wang Jiu Ye waved his hand, waiting for the guests to quiet down before he slowly began to speak.
"Everyone, tonight we have new goods. How about we change things up a bit?"
"Sure, Wang Jiu, what do you have in mind?"
"An auction, how does that sound?"
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