Allen Zhang gave Richie a look, signaling him to take some guys over to keep an eye on him, in case he pulled out any deadly weapons from the tent that could pose a threat.
He turned back to look at the camp members who had sobered up, including that drug girl, gestured to her, and called her over.
"How much did he pay you to come here to serve them?"
"Twenty US dollars per person. Feis gave me fifty US dollars, asking me to provide full services and stay with him for the night," the drug girl replied timidly.
"You alone, to serve seven or eight people?" Sieg found it somewhat unbelievable.
You must be earning quite a lot then!
Poor Butterfly following you must really be suffering, needing to sweeten up every day.
"I do this just to make money, otherwise I’d starve, I wouldn’t have money to rent a house and sleeping on the streets would be very dangerous, I could get raped at night. They used to call me over often and would stand up for me. Sometimes when I had my drug fits, they would give me coco and leaves."
The drug girl said somewhat embarrassedly, "Although they do drugs and don’t do any real jobs, often end up in jail, they are good people."
"Can I go now?" she asked pitifully, looking at Allen Zhang.
"Go ahead," Allen Zhang didn’t make it too difficult for her and let her go.
She’s different from the Eastern Wu sisters. Although both were paid for their services, one’s licensed, the other’s not; one’s a professional Advanced Physiotherapist and model, the other’s a streetwalker from the rough district.
Eastern Wu sisters have good figures, provide excellent services, they came cross-country just to make money, they have health certificates, and aren’t addicted to drugs, otherwise, the rich bosses definitely wouldn’t choose them.
The wealthier they are, the more careful they become in choosing people, not to mention, even if you go to a city to do advanced spa, the staff must have medical certifications to work.
Spending a lot of money on a drug flunky, who the hell could tolerate that? It directly blew up!
"Hey! Why did you let her go? I haven’t paid her yet!" Feis suddenly burst out from the tent with keys and a handbag, panicking when he saw the call girl being sent away.
The slaps he faced from Allen Zhang before never made him as anxious as now.
He marched up furiously, face to face with spittle flying, "FxxK! You have a responsibility! Without her company, how am I supposed to sleep tonight?"
Clearly, this guy was not only a drug addict but probably also had a sex addiction.
Allen Zhang ignored his raging barks and coldly replied, "Got the keys? Then come with us."
"I’m not going!" Feis said aggressively.
Allen Zhang didn’t give him a chance to react, and slapped him across the face.
Another slap half-swelled his cheek, "Are you coming or not?"
"Let’s go, let’s go. We’re going right now!"
Feis immediately nodded obediently, his eyes clearer than ever.
"Why didn’t you do this earlier, making me have to get involved. Cheap skank," Allen Zhang cursed, rubbing his palm, feeling the guy’s face was thick enough that even a slap left his palm tingling and itching.
Feis allowed the camp people to continue partying, while he accompanied these debt-collecting big shots to handle some business.
Anyone with clear eyes could see that they had messed with some tough folks again.
But the new members were still anxious, while the old members had already laid back and started smoking leaves.
"Why worry? Which month doesn’t our boss get beaten up a couple of times? As long as he’s not arrested by the cops and locked up, everything is negotiable! At least they are fellow street mixers, not drug trafficking rivals from next door," an old member scoffed.
"Relax, our boss won’t die, we’ll open our eyes, and tomorrow will be another beautiful day."
"Just keep popping pills, keep dancing."
A bunch of high folks completely ignored everything else. Just idling around, completely giving up.
You can beat me, scold me, but you can’t cut off my supply of leaves!
Without freedom, better to die!!