Soul Patch

Chapter 230 The waters here are deep.

The reporter in the lead couldn't help but be drawn to the woman's alluring figure. It's said that all staff at the Immortal Pavilion have specific dress codes for work:
Underwear is strictly prohibited.

This includes cleaning services.

That's a really insane request!

They managed to get out alive, but their souls were left behind.

"Um... Miss, could I add you on WeChat?" The reporter stared blankly, seemingly forgetting why she was there.

The woman picked up the tattered bed sheet from the ground, wrapped it around herself, and walked away with her face upturned.

As he passed the two reporters, his expression was cold, revealing disdain and contempt.

The two of them were left standing awkwardly at the door, looking at each other.

The lead reporter tilted his head towards the back door, and the two of them slipped out through the back door in perfect unison.

Tabloid reporters are no strangers to the famous red-light districts of M City, especially places like the "Human Paradise," which they have been instrumental in many celebrity scandals and the downfall of officials.

The two men exited through the back door of the Immortal Pavilion. The reporter who was following them lit a cigarette for the leader and then took out a cigarette and lit it himself.

In the darkness of the night, the two remained silent for a while.

"What's going on today?" The reporter who was following along couldn't hold back any longer and asked.

"What do you mean, what happened? As usual, I didn't see anything and know nothing." He spoke slowly, his voice revealing a sense of composure and experience, completely devoid of the panic and rambling he had shown earlier.

"As expected of someone from the entertainment industry, they know what they're doing," the reporter thought to himself.

In the darkness, a figure left the second-floor window.

From a distance, the figure in black was graceful and voluptuous, exuding an alluring and seductive aura.

That unique aura couldn't be concealed by the tattered bed sheet wrapped around her.

Hearing that the two idiots posed no threat, she sneered and walked towards the end of the corridor.

The lead reporter turned slightly to the side and glanced towards the window.

They saw that the window closest to them on the second floor was now wide open, and the dark figure had already left.

He lowered his voice and said, "The waters of the Immortal Pavilion in the Mortal Realm run deep. Sigh! What a disheartening situation, we've gotten ourselves into this mess today. If you want to live, remember what I just said, did you hear me?"

The reporter accompanying him was terrified, nodding repeatedly, his hand holding the cigarette trembling.

……

Wenjie walked to the front desk and looked at the magnificent logo wall with the four large characters "Human Paradise".

He slapped the room key with the same four characters printed on it at the front desk and asked, "Who gave this card to those two men?"

The receptionist was terrified by the oppressive aura emanating from Wenjie and didn't dare to pay too much attention to why the man in front of her was soaked in sweat.

She lowered her head and timidly looked at the access card, stammering for a long time before finally saying, "I...I don't know, I just took over the shift."

After saying that, the receptionist pulled her collar down a bit and leaned over the reception desk.

Wenjie glanced at the woman's collar, frowned, pointed to the beverage section, took out a few red bills from his wallet, placed them on the table in front of her, tapped the table with his finger, and said, "Go get me a few bottles of chilled mineral water, quick!"

Seeing this, the receptionist grabbed the cash from the table and tucked it into her stockings. She then swayed her hips as she walked towards the beverage section.

Wenjie looked up at the four characters "Human Immortal Pavilion," and gradually a line of text appeared in his mind.

Those were the documents Zhang Meng had collected, which clearly stated that Wang Hao would visit the Immortal Pavilion once a month at the end of the month.

Wenjie hadn't paid much attention before, thinking it was just a pastime for a single man. Now it seems that the female assassin who just brandished a dagger to stab him was in cahoots with Wang Hao.

However, calling them assassins seems a bit off.

What kind of assassin has such poor basic skills?
He can't even beat someone like himself who hasn't trained.

He slumped over the front desk, trying hard to recall when he had been drugged. He couldn't remember anything from when he started drinking to when he arrived at the Immortal Pavilion; he had clearly blacked out.

The receptionist brought over a few bottles of drinks, handed them to Wenjie, and said softly, "Is there anything else you need me to do? Please let me know."

After saying that, she lowered her arm, patted the spot where she had stuffed the cash into her stockings through her skirt, and smiled charmingly.

Wenjie felt that her eyes were alluring and she was incredibly charming as she spoke. At this moment, it seemed as if she was waving her skirt at him, just like the gauze curtain on the bed.

This brought back that feeling of losing control to him. He unscrewed a bottle of beverage and gulped it down. The icy liquid entered his mouth, and a cool sensation slid down his throat, extinguishing the restlessness and anxiety in his heart.

He drank more than half the bottle of beverage in one gulp.

"Ah! That feels great!" He exhaled a breath of cool air, put the drink bottle on the table, and showed a satisfied expression.

He glanced sideways at the receptionist and said, "I need you... to stay away from me."

The receptionist pouted, took a step back, sat back in her chair, and rolled her eyes resentfully, refusing to look at him.

Wenjie picked up the remaining bottles of drinks, went to the VIP lounge, sat down, opened another drink, and dialed Zhang Yang's number while drinking.

There was no response for a while. Just as Wenjie was about to hang up, the call was answered, and a languid voice came through: "Wen...Wenjie, you...you're so fast?"

"Zhang Yang, come out here!" Wenjie shouted into the receiver.

"Wait a minute, not everyone is as fast as you!" Zhang Yang said half-jokingly.

Actually, he had already taken a nap. He was woken up by the phone, but after all that exhaustion, he felt lethargic and didn't want to move at all.

He decided to tease Wenjie, making it clear that he didn't want to move at the moment.

Wenjie hung up the phone helplessly, and when he looked up, he saw Bai Yu.

He and Bai Yu looked at each other. It was his first time in such a setting, and he didn't know what to say. He just said something like Zhang Yang: "You're so fast?"

That doesn't seem appropriate.

Why did you come out?
Thinking about it, it seems even worse than the previous sentence.

After hesitating for a while, not knowing what to say, she simply stood up and handed Bai Yu a bottle of drink.

Bai Yu took the drink, unscrewed the cap, and was about to drink when his phone rang.

An impatient look appeared on his face, and he angrily hung up the phone.

But the phone rang again soon, and Bai Yu became even more irritated: "What's wrong with you? I already told you I was drinking with my buddies, why aren't you done yet?"

Oh! Bai Yu's girlfriend called to check up on him.

Wenjie stood up, walked over calmly, and reached out his hand to Bai Yu.

Bai Yu immediately understood and handed the phone to Wen Jie. Wen Jie took it and said seriously into the receiver, "This is Wen Jie, Bai Yu's buddy. He's drinking with us."

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone before someone unleashed a torrent of words: "Who are you kidding? Bai Yu's location shows 'Immortal Pavilion in the Mortal World,' don't think I don't know what that is."

This time it was Wenjie's turn to be stunned. The voice sounded familiar.
Wenjie looked at Bai Yu and asked:
"Bai Yu, what's your girlfriend's name?"

(End of this chapter)