Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 54 Oh, my eyes!
Milo didn't understand the terminology used in this field—what was this talk of happiness and pain?

The maid's expression froze for two seconds in surprise before immediately turning into a sweet smile: "Tell me what you need, and I'll do my best to fulfill it, Sir Law Enforcer."

Milo sized up the maid in front of him, who was dressed in a black and white maid outfit. Her figure and face were impeccable.

However, a hint of fear was still hidden beneath that standard smile.

She seemed a little afraid of Milo.

Perhaps because Milo was wearing a mask, his eyes, which were the only part of his face visible, were somewhat bloodshot, and his overall demeanor didn't look very respectable.

……

However, one thing is quite obvious: the women at the pleasure house do have a clear preference for black trench coats.

Besides the maid who initially encountered Milo, other young girls subsequently approached him, showing no restraint in displaying their smiles and figures, their eyes filled with longing.

This situation actually implies that Milo can freely choose who accompanies him today.

Looking around, everyone has their own unique temperament and style. It's no wonder that this is the only entertainment house in Nanwei City. The high-end approach is indeed justified.

At this moment, other men entered the lobby one after another, but none of them received the same treatment as Milo.

To be honest, being surrounded by several top-tier sisters like this is an experience Milo has never had in his life or his past life.

Before he could speak, a tall woman in a dark blue evening gown walked straight toward Milo from inside the hall.

"You all go ahead and get busy, I'll take care of this gentleman."

The girl's makeup was much more mature than the other girls'. Her loose, wavy hair covered her shoulders, and the back of her dress was completely open, clearly showing the beautiful curves of her back.

She was similar to the landlady of the Hunter's Tavern, but while the landlady was more casual and carefree, the woman in front of her was full of intellectual charm and dignified. She didn't need any jewelry or accessories, and even her figure was secondary. What was most charming was her magnetic and unique voice. Most women don't have such a voice; it was slightly deep and full of charm.

In short, in Milo's view, they are the kind of people he can't afford.

After dismissing the other girls, the young woman casually took Milo's arm, as if they were old friends who had known each other for many years, without the slightest awkwardness in her demeanor or tone.
"Want to grab a drink together?"

Milo was about to ask her name.

The woman spoke first: "Eileen, or whatever you like to call me."

"Let's go then."

Milo could clearly feel the touch coming from the outside of his arm; this was the first time he had ever felt that the enforcer's black trench coat was in his way...

……

Just then, several middle-aged men in formal attire walked into the pleasure house, and the one in the lead immediately caught Milo's attention.

Dylan Sherman.

He had spent countless hours studying the photos of the three siblings, and he was absolutely certain he was right. The Dylan before him looked much greasy than he had in the photos, and his oversized suit jacket was straining to support his round belly.

Surrounded by several key figures, he swaggered into the pleasure house, brushing past Milo and his companion.

Strangely, no maids came forward to serve him, and Dylan didn't even glance at the women. Logically speaking, given Dylan's status, it's possible he wouldn't look at these women, but from the perspective of the pleasure house, how could they possibly ignore a nobleman like Dylan?

That's why what just happened seemed so strange.

"you know?"

Eileen noticed Milo's gaze and asked casually.

“But he probably doesn’t know me,” Milo replied casually.

“Never mind him, let’s find a place to have a drink.” Eileen hugged Milo’s arm even tighter.

……

The decorations and candlelight angles in the pleasure room were perfectly designed, slightly dim yet not obstructing normal vision. Combined with the soft music playing in the background, the air was filled with a rich, ambiguous atmosphere.

From the open atrium, one can see countless frenzied bodies dancing in the dance floor on the ground floor.

Eileen led Milo to a relatively secluded spot on an upper floor to sit down.

As soon as she sat down, Eileen said this directly:

"If you are here on a mission, please make sure to let me know."

“What if I said yes?” Milo asked, somewhat surprised.

He believed he had acted naturally enough. From the moment he entered the pleasure house, he even spoke as little as possible, and half of his face was covered by a mask, all to prevent others from realizing that he had come with ulterior motives.

However, he overlooked one point: the thing women in this profession are best at is reading people and understanding their moods. Only by keenly grasping the thoughts of their customers can they know how to cater to them.

The reason it's called high-end is precisely because the nobles who pay exorbitant prices here aren't buying purely animalistic sexual intercourse, something they have no shortage of.

……

"If so, please let me help you." Eileen seemed very sincere.

"Why?" Milo asked, puzzled.

"Because if something bad happens and I'm completely unaware of it, Mom will make me die a terrible death." Alice looked at Milo with a pitiful expression, the genuine fear and pleading in her eyes almost real, which was very heartbreaking.

Eileen gently took Milo's hand and let his fingers slide down the flower tattoo on the inside of her forearm.

Milo raised an eyebrow. He could feel the distinct folds and raised marks on the skin covered by the tattoo.

Those are scars left after being cut by a blade.

Eileen was showing him the punishments she had received.

"Looks like your mother doesn't love you at all," Milo teased noncommittally.

"Will you love me?" Eileen looked into Milo's eyes.

"Go get me a bottle of whiskey, I'll think about it."

Milo patted the other person.

Eileen obediently got up and reluctantly turned to leave.

……

Milo pulled his mask down an inch and took a deep breath of fresh air.

He now fully understood Yan's longing for this place. When he was talking with Eileen just now, her bold yet restrained little gestures, the slight provocations of her fingers and the tips of her high heels, and the soft breathing when she spoke close to his ear, were all too captivating.

"Fortunately, I managed to stop bleeding from my nose during this time."

Milo straightened his collar, quickly banishing the series of impulsive thoughts that had been swirling in his mind, and got up from his seat.

Following the route he remembered when he first entered the pleasure house, Milo bypassed the central courtyard corridor and found the tower staircase that Dylan and his group had entered.

Milo discovered that the black trench coat was indeed a good thing. In the dimly lit pleasure house, being dressed in all black provided the best cover, and even if the staff saw him, they would only give the law enforcement officer a friendly smile and ask if he needed help, nothing more.

Of course, even when Eileen was holding her arm, the trench coat was still as annoying as ever.

……

The building's structure consists of a three-story podium and a four- or five-story pointed tower on top.

From the moment he entered the tower, Milo noticed that the servers serving drinks had changed from scantily clad women to men, and they were not dressed like regular servers, but were also scantily clad and quite muscular.

Of course, there are also the delicate and inexperienced types.

Every "boy" who passed by Milo gave him a smile.

Milo began to have a bad feeling.

This premonition was confirmed when I glimpsed the interior of a room with an ajar door as I walked down the hallway.

As luck would have it, the person in the room was Dylan.

At this moment, he was freely expressing his joyful emotions.

From Milo's perspective...

Sigh, never mind, this is really hard to describe.

In short, the room was lively, but there were no girls, you get it?

……

Milo had never heard of the pleasure house launching such a new business before. He marveled at how rapidly times had changed and quickly turned to leave.

"No wonder that girl asked me if I wanted happiness or pain when I first walked in. This time I'm truly in pain. Damn it, my eyes..."

Milo fled the tower of the pleasure house as fast as he could.

The truth is now out.

The secret that the crocodile spoke of that "cannot be spoken openly" turned out to be Dylan's forbidden hobby.

This is indeed a huge scandal, but what does it have to do with Harrison?

As Milo walked, he kept thinking about the crocodile's exact words—

"Have you ever thought about why, after you stabbed Dylan's own son Cillian, it was Cillian's uncle Harrison who, in a desperate act, rushed into the law enforcement office to bite people?"

A bold guess gradually formed in my mind.

However, this still needs further verification.

……

As Milo turned into the corridor inside the annex building, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him, using her long, slender legs to block him against the wall without saying a word.

"I've been looking for you for so long."

She held a bottle of wine in one hand, tilted her face up, and pressed her whole body against Milo.

"Why are you carrying a weapon here? Are you very insecure?"

When Eileen's hand touched the handle of Milo's Remington revolver at his waist, Milo's eyes sharpened, and he shook his head slightly as a warning:
"You'd better not touch that thing."

Eileen took a deep breath, obediently withdrew her hand, and then the corners of her mouth began to turn up slightly again:
"What about the other one?"

……

(End of this chapter)