Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

The next day.

Early in the morning, Gushan City's streets and alleys were particularly lively.

The breakfast stalls had their tables almost out to the center of the street.

Tang Wen and Wu Hao mingled in the crowd and arrived at a breakfast shop.

A few minutes later, their square table was filled with meat porridge, pork chops, noodles, and side dishes, covering the entire surface.

No one found it strange.

Many of the people who came to eat were martial artists.

Many had large appetites.

The shop was bustling with activity. Tang Wen chewed his food, listening carefully to the conversations around him:

"Manager Zhang, are you also going to the slave factory?"

"The new batch is out! I have to go."

"Boss Li, congratulations on your fortune! Your brothel has been doing very well lately! It makes people envious."

"Master Wang, even if my place is thriving, I'm still selling your Juyan's liquor, aren't I? Why aren't you brewing wine at home? Why are you also going to see the new slaves being released?"

Juyan was referring to Juyan Martial Arts School.

One of the five major gang forces in the outer city.

"Hey! Don't mention it. Our deputy master recently researched a new type of liquor, said to be from an ancient recipe, called Wuliangye, but the grain for brewing this liquor has to be stepped on!"

"What?" The listener suspected he had misheard.

His voice was a little loud, and everyone looked over.

The brewer from Juyan Martial Arts School explained, "I'm going to the slave factory to buy a batch of clean slaves. They need to be virgins between the ages of fourteen and sixteen. After buying them, they will bathe daily and eat vegetarian food for the rest of their lives. Usually, they will be used to step on the grain."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Tang Wen saw everyone's expressions completely relax.

The "confusion, suspicion, and disdain" they had shown when they first heard about stepping on the grain with feet were replaced with affirmations like 'not bad,' 'acceptable,' and 'no problem.'

Jade feet, you know!

Those who understand, understand.

"Master Wang, can I order a batch of this liquor?" someone asked quickly.

"Oh～" Everyone looked at him in unison.

As if saying, 'You little rascal, you've revealed something.'

The person who wanted to order the wine quickly tried to remedy the situation, "Drinking is an elegant affair, don't overthink it! Elegant, you understand?"

Then came some incomprehensible words.

Inside and outside the shop, there was a burst of laughter, filled with a lively atmosphere.

Half an hour later.

Tang Wen and Wu Hao followed the crowd to the front of the Huang family's [Slave Pavilion].

The two dismounted, and a servant came to take their horses.

At the entrance of the [Slave Pavilion], there was a literal "cash register" box. People entering either paid silver as an entrance fee or showed their identity.

The two arrived at the entrance.

Wu Hao showed his Blackwater Gang leader's badge.

Tang Wen followed suit and showed his badge.

You should know that the Blackwater Gang has a deputy leader position, but no deputy leader badge.

His identity badge was also engraved with "Leader."

"Two distinguished guests, please come in."

The greeter at the door shouted.

He had a plain appearance, with nothing particularly eye-catching.

Only his eyes occasionally flashed with a sharp glint.

He could determine the authenticity of Tang Wen and Wu Hao's identity tokens with just a glance.

No one dared to deceive him with fakes.

Two women dressed in green came forward to lead the way, taking the two to the second floor.

Upstairs, the corridor was designed in a U-shape, with small rooms scattered on both sides.

The layout was like a hotel Tang Wen had seen in his previous life.

In front of each small room, there was a stand with something written on it in black and white.

Tang Wen glanced at it curiously, and when he saw the words, he was immediately struck by lightning!

His footsteps stopped, and he froze on the spot.

[One: 16-20 years old, virgin, above-average appearance, skilled in bedroom arts, quantity: 945]

The maid in green noticed Tang Wen's distraction, took his arm, and led him to the side of the aisle, making way for those behind.

"Distinguished guest, this is just the first room."

Tang Wen hadn't fully recovered, "There are over nine hundred people in the room?"

"Distinguished guest, you jest. There are only ten samples in the room for guests to try."

"Samples?" Tang Wen was shocked by this word.

People also have samples?

The maid smiled sweetly, revealing bright white and even teeth, and then said as naturally as if she were introducing fruits in an orchard:

"If you are curious, why not go in and take a look?"

Tang Wen looked at Wu Hao, who, since having a beautiful maid by his side, had focused his attention on her.

A few words made the woman laugh heartily.

Seeing them chatting so happily, Tang Wen walked directly into room number one.

Inside the door were ten curtained beds.

The smell of osmanthus wafted into his nostrils.

Tang Wen frowned, held his breath, and watched as seven or eight of the curtains swayed rhythmically, with seductive sounds constantly coming out.

He instantly understood what was happening here.

The middle-aged woman sitting at the table by the door took out the earphones from her ears and greeted Tang Wen, saying, "Bed number nine and bed number ten are still available, no one has used them yet! Distinguished guest, you can try them out."

Footsteps came, and Wu Hao said excitedly, "Brother, this little girl has aroused my fire, so I'll choose number nine."

After speaking, he rushed forward and lifted the curtain.

"Welcome, master!"

A woman's soft voice came out.

Wrapped in a cheongsam, a graceful waist, a curvy figure.

Look at her face, fair skin, big eyes, willow eyebrows, rouge smeared on her lips, pink and alluring.

No matter where she was placed, she would definitely be worthy of the word beauty.

Seeing the joy in her eyes.

Tang Wen felt a trance.

The curtain fell, and he took a deep breath and immediately walked to bed number ten.

How is it possible?

How could a woman about to become a prostitute have this kind of emotion in her eyes?

About to become a prostitute, and still happy?!

It's simply absurd.

Bed number ten, lift the curtain.

A fragrant breeze hit his face.

A young beauty with a beautiful face and a good figure happened to look up.

The moment their eyes met.

A faint light appeared in her eyes.

Without a doubt, this was also an expression of joy.

Tang Wen frowned deeply.

"This master, please sit down, I'll undress you."

Tender, onion-like hands pressed against his chest.

"You're happy to see me."

Tang Wen grabbed her slender wrist, his eyes fixed on those watery eyes.

The woman smiled and said, "Master, what are you saying? Of course, I'm happy to see you."

"Even if I have to go to a brothel with you and serve hundreds of men day and night."

The woman blushed and said, "Someone as clumsy as me can't do anything well. I can't learn martial arts, and I can't learn music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. I can only do some work serving people.

Otherwise, wouldn't I be useless in this world?"

She said it very frankly.

Tang Wen suddenly understood: these women's thoughts have been distorted.

Simply put, they have undergone very successful brainwashing.

Therefore, they are submissive, willing, and even feel that this is their life value.

"What if I hit you?" Tang Wen exerted a slight force on her hand.

Red marks appeared around the fair wrist that was being held.

"Master, please hit me gently, okay? I'm afraid of pain."

"Fuck!"

Tang Wen let go of her.

The woman rubbed her hand and continued to undress him.

Tang Wen's thoughts were in a mess: this woman also has joys, sorrows, and joys, but her values are distorted beyond recognition.

He turned to leave, when suddenly his chest felt cold.

This woman had indeed been trained and was very good at taking off clothes.

Looking at the woman's flickering eyes, his anger subsided, and he became inexplicably irritable:

"Forget it! Come with me!"

"Ah?"

Tang Wen pulled the woman from bed number ten out.

The middle-aged woman at the door was unwilling: "This distinguished guest, this is against the rules! You've finished trying, and we don't charge any money. You can just leave. You can't take the person away, this is a sample."

This behavior is like taking a test drive car out for a trip without saying hello.

"How much money?" Tang Wen looked directly at the maid in green.

The latter hesitated for a moment: "One thousand five hundred taels."

"No! No! This one is not for sale!"

The middle-aged woman spread her arms and blocked the door.