"Shit, she’s even prettier in person than in the photos. When I saw the photos, I thought they were Photoshopped and worried we wouldn’t be able to find her," the man called Wu Song said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinting through his slightly nearsighted eyes caused by video gaming, as he kept glancing over at Wen Xiao’ai from a distance.
As the charming figure approached closer, Wu Song’s smoking slowed down, his eyes narrowing even more to focus and get a clearer view.
By the time Wen Xiao’ai got closer and he could see her face clearly, the cigarette in Wu Song’s mouth had become tasteless; he just stared fixedly at Wen Xiao’ai, his eyes filled with amazement.
A sly smile slowly crept across his lips, and his eyes widened, his mood becoming excited.
"This, this girl is rare indeed, damn pretty. I, Wu Song, see women every day, but so far, I haven’t seen anyone as good-looking as her, and you can tell at a glance she’s untouched. We really hit the jackpot this time."
"Yeah, those two slender legs dazzled me, so damn white." The man beside him who had just spoken swallowed his saliva shamelessly, his eyes staring intently.
It’s not an exaggeration. She’s genuinely that good-looking.
Compared to the women I’ve seen before, they’re mere vulgar paintings.
"Is she talking to herself?" The man instinctively moved forward a step, seeming to want to verify if Wen Xiao’ai was actually speaking.
"She might be on a Bluetooth call," another person suggested.
"Wu Song, can we really take this... this chance?" One of the men couldn’t believe such good fortune had fallen into their lap.
When Wu Song heard his junior’s words and watched the increasingly near figure that easily triggered protective instincts, he slightly furrowed his brow.
To be honest, such a stunner, a once-in-a-lifetime find, anyone would want to keep her for themselves, and he was no exception.
But he was told to involve more people to ruin this girl multiple times—the amount of money they could get depended entirely on how much they degraded her.
That’s why he called over this gang of cronies. He originally thought the photo provided by the man was edited and beautified, but the real person turned out to be even more attractive than her picture.
Wu Song suddenly felt a bit reluctant, but then thinking of the crisp, white banknotes and the status of the person paying, Wu Song spat, throwing the almost burnt-out cigarette on the ground and crushing it emphatically with the tip of his shoe.
"I’ll go first, you guys wait behind. Everyone will get a turn," Wu Song announced.
"Thanks, Wu Song..." Several cronies were suddenly exhilarated, as if they’d been injected with an aphrodisiac, all lecherous.
"But Wu Song, this girl doesn’t look like she’s from an ordinary family, I’m a bit scared..." The man who spoke first was somewhat uneasy.
He had lustful thoughts, but he lacked the nerve.
"Wu Song, you better tell us who is paying us to do this; otherwise, the brothers are too scared to proceed."
"Yeah, Wu Song, who introduced us to this good fortune?" The other cronies, wanting to reassure themselves for later, also joined in the questioning.
"Calm down. Even if we ended up killing the girl, that man could save us."
"That powerful? Who is he really?" For origınal chapters go to nοvelfire.net
"Why ask so many questions? It’s not like I’d endanger you guys without risking myself too," Wu Song said, clearly annoyed and unwilling to reveal more.
"No, it’s just... for safety’s sake."
"If you’re scared, just watch, you wimps. Getting paid to screw a girl and you still hesitate? If you’re scared, don’t hang around with me anymore," Wu Song spat disdainfully.