Quick Travel: Who taught you how to attack villains like this?

In a dark room of a brothel, a man in gorgeous clothes was waving a whip in his hand, viciously beating the dying man on the ground.

The man's body was covered in whip marks and dripping with blood, and his breathing had become extremely weak, but he still used his last bit of strength to murmur: "No... don't answer..."

"You ignorant guy! I'll beat you to death."

The colorful man cursed angrily and whipped the man hard again.

He continued to scold: "Do you think you are some kind of noble young master? You don't go to pick up the guests? How can I make money? Your gambling ghost lady has already sold you to me. Do you know what selling means?"

"I bought you with money, and you have to do whatever I ask you to do."

Hearing this, the man used his last bit of strength to raise his head, his eyes full of stubbornness.

He knew that he had no choice. If he didn't accept the customer, he would be beaten to death by this man.

However, there is still an obsession in his heart, a belief that cannot be erased.

He would rather die than do such a thing. His dignity and conscience did not allow him to make such a choice.

Seeing his dead look, the madam became even more angry. He whipped his whip even more violently, hitting the man with a crackling sound.

Maybe he was tired from the beating, so the madam threw away the whip in his hand and said coldly: "Do you think you can change anything by not accepting customers? Who can clean up anyone who enters a brothel? Do you think that you can still do it? Can you go out to get married and have children?"

"Stop daydreaming, people from brothels, no one is willing to be a wife, let alone a real husband. Even if you are a child, no one is willing to do it."

"I advise you to be aware of current affairs, otherwise, you will not survive for a few days. And I heard that you have a seriously ill father? If you die, maybe your father will cry to death!"

The madam said while observing the man's expression.

When he saw a trace of panic appear on Bo Langjing's face when he mentioned his own father, he knew his weakness.

So, he continued: "Boy, don't think about it, you are so handsome, even the top one here can't compare with you. As long as you are willing to accept guests, won't there be a lot of money? By then, you Dad will have money to treat his illness."

After hearing this, the man's expression changed, and he raised his head and looked at the madam quietly.

The madam curled her lips slightly, holding back the secret joy in her heart, and continued: "Son, I know you are a filial person. Think about it, how sad would you be if your father died because he had no money for medical treatment?"

The man's eyes gradually became moist, and his heart was filled with contradictions and pain.

After a long while, he raised his head, looked at the madam, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I...I am willing to accept guests."

The madam nodded with satisfaction, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his face.

She patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, you did the right thing. Don't worry, I will take good care of you here. As long as you listen to me, I guarantee you will make a lot of money."

The man's eyes were full of deathly silence and he said, "You have to give me a few days to recover from my injuries before I can accept the guests."

"Of course."

The madam nodded, patted his face, and said with a smile: "How can you receive customers with your injuries? Moreover, I have to prepare myself for your face, so that all the brothels in the entire capital know about it. , I have an immortal figure here."

After he finished speaking, he left humming a tune.

The man looked at his leaving figure and said mockingly: "Luo Hansheng, accept your fate! You are such a rotten person and you should live in the stinking mud all your life."

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