Ji Wei stood by the bed, towering over the man lying there.
"I’m warning you, don’t do anything crazy! This is Yamamoto Yu’s territory!" Chuyang swallowed hard and spoke nervously.
"I’ve already come to find you twice. Yamamoto Yu has long since agreed to hand you over to me. Believe it or not, I could castrate you right here, and he wouldn’t care."
Ji Wei smiled indifferently, her fingertips gliding over the blade of the fruit knife as she spoke, much like a butcher verifying the sharpness of their cleaver before making a cut.
Castrate... Castrate!
Chuyang’s face turned as pale as paper, trembling as he shrunk back.
Unexpectedly, he pressed down on the woman’s leg beneath the blanket. Startled, she let out a sharp scream, irritating Chuyang even more: "Get out of here right now!"
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She couldn’t understand how the man who had been playing so happily with her moments ago could change his demeanor so quickly.
Her eyes turned red, and feeling deeply wronged, she jumped off the bed, picked up her scattered underwear and coat from the floor, and fled the bedroom in embarrassment.
Ji Wei watched it all coldly.
Chuyang, this scumbag, bullying the weak but fearing the strong—he only dares to yell at these women who sell themselves, yet wouldn’t dare to offend his clients.
Seeing Ji Wei’s hand gripping that gleaming fruit knife, Chuyang reflexively pulled the blanket tighter around himself, swallowing nervously.
Ji Wei’s gaze flickered as if she had thought of something. She looked around and suddenly spoke: "Where’s your phone?"
If possible, she needed to find a way to contact Gu Moqian quickly.
Caught off guard by the mention of a phone, Chuyang paused for a few seconds before shaking his head: "I don’t have one. It was confiscated by Yamamoto’s people long ago."
"How did you find those women?" Ji Wei pressed further.
Wasn’t Chuyang supposed to have his freedom restricted? How did he get women to come over—he must have had a way to contact them.
"I had arrangements with them beforehand. Different women come by on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and others on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays."
Seven days a week, and still chasing women even though he’s impotent—what a pervert!
"I’ll ask you one last time: Do you or do you not have a phone?"
Ji Wei didn’t trust that he’d told the truth. Chuyang pretended to act scared and timid on the surface, but she knew his mind was full of dark schemes.
She had learned that lesson after three years dealing with him in a past life.
As Ji Wei spoke, she advanced the fruit knife closer toward him.
Chuyang broke into a cold sweat, shouting hurriedly, "Wa–wait! I just remembered. I did bring a phone when I arrived. It’s in the drawer over there."
Ji Wei’s gaze lingered on Chuyang’s face for a few seconds, judging that he wasn’t lying, before walking over and pulling open the drawer.
Inside was a brand-new iPhone, lying there powered off.
Ji Wei picked up the phone and sneered coldly: "You had a phone all along, and you still dared to lie to me?"
Chuyang quickly defended himself: "There’s no SIM card inside! It’s completely unusable!"
Suddenly, something came to Ji Wei’s mind. She remembered that the SIM card she had switched out upon arriving in Japan was still in her pants pocket.
Reaching for it, she found it was indeed still there.
She had activated international roaming beforehand as a precaution, meaning the SIM card could be used.
Without hesitating, Ji Wei inserted the card and powered on the phone.
The battery was still about half full. She remembered Gu Moqian’s number and quickly composed a text message to send.
After sending the message, Ji Wei immediately powered off the phone and slipped it back into her pocket.
"Chuyang, you’re not to breathe a word about the phone to anyone. Got it?"
Chuyang, who had been fumbling to put his clothes on, froze at her words, then nodded so vigorously it was as if his head would fall off.