Chapter 176: Is It Reliable? Is It Clean?
After the two brothers finished eating and got everything sorted, they headed out. Nan Xun followed Yan Luo as he inspected many underground gambling dens, pleasure venues, and several places that dealt in loan-sharking.
Yan Luo had originally worried the kid might get intimidated going to places like these, but to his surprise, he was quite composed—completely like someone who had seen the big world before.
Everything went smoothly, except for one gambling addict who couldn’t repay his loan and had his hand chopped off. The scene was extremely bloody.
Afraid the kid might be frightened, Yan Luo explained, “No interest added—this guy already owes me three hundred thousand. For gambling, he even sold his own wife and child. Someone like that really isn’t worth sympathizing with.”
Nan Xun quietly retorted, “Bro, if you didn’t run gambling houses, he wouldn’t have gone gambling either.”
Yan Luo glanced at the kid and snorted. “Xiao Bai, this kind of thing can’t be eradicated. If it weren’t me, it’d be someone else. When I, King Yan Luo, do things, I have my bottom line. All the rules are laid out—I don’t play dirty. But others might not be the same. Whether it’s gambling, prostitution, or borrowing money, it all depends on oneself. Greed and desire are things you control. If you can’t control them, then you have to bear the consequences of that lack of control.”
Nan Xun suddenly understood why King Yan Luo didn’t deal in drugs. Gambling and the like depended on one’s ability to control desire, but drugs were different—your body couldn’t control addiction. That was why Yan Luo didn’t touch it.
Though he knew Yan Luo’s logic was twisted, Nan Xun felt he’d been successfully fooled by it.
After a whole day, Nan Xun had only seen about half of Yan Luo’s footholds in B City. This was just B City. In other places, Yan Luo went once a month, leaving them under the control of his brothers—the few “so-and-so ge” Nan Xun had met last time. Of course, those were just the higher-ranking ones; the rest hadn’t shown up.
Yan Luo’s power was so vast it made Nan Xun uneasy—and worried.
Bro, aren’t you basically inviting the cops to arrest you by playing this big?
After finishing the inspection, Yan Luo took his kid home. When the car passed a bar, Nan Xun gently tugged Yan Luo’s sleeve. “Bro, stop here for a bit. I’ll go in and have some fun.”
Yan Luo glanced out the window, frowned, and said, “This place won’t do. Change route—go to the old place.” The latter half was to the driver.
So Nan Xun ended up at the same high-end bar from yesterday.
Nan Xun told Yan Luo to head back. Clutching the VIP card Yan Luo had given him, he happily went inside alone.
Yan Luo, of course, didn’t leave. He sat in the car waiting. It was just handling something—no rush. He’d wait until Xiao Bai was done and then go back together.
The kid wasn’t familiar with this area; it was safer for him to give him a ride back.
At first, Yan Luo sat patiently without moving. But not long after, he switched which leg was crossed—left over right to right over left. Two minutes later, his legs moved again; he simply set them flat. Then he shifted slightly, eyes turning toward the lavishly decorated bar entrance.
The driver sneaked a glance at Yan Luo and thought: If you’re worried, why not just go in? You clearly can’t sit still.
After another six or seven minutes, Yan Luo pushed the car door open. Just as he was about to step out, he straightened his clothes, then got out at an unhurried pace.
The bar manager, hearing that King Yan Luo had arrived, rushed out in a panic to welcome him personally.
Yan Luo asked coolly, “Which private room did Xiao Bai go into?”
The manager had seen the clean-looking boy Young Master Yan brought yesterday, and since he had personally received Su Mobai earlier, he naturally knew where he’d gone. He immediately said, “Young Master Yan, I’ll take you there.”
When they reached the door of that private room, moans could be heard from inside.
Yan Luo’s gaze shifted slightly. He stopped the manager from opening the door and asked coldly, “You picked them—are they reliable? Clean?”
Cold sweat broke out on the manager’s forehead. “Don’t worry, Young Master Yan. They’re all virgins, and their looks are among the best here. Your people—I wouldn’t dare neglect.”
After a pause, he added, “The young master is in high spirits—he picked two.”
Hearing that, Yan Luo frowned slightly, lips pressed tight. Still, he didn’t say much, only instructed, “Take good care of Xiao Bai. Don’t let him go too far—he’s still young; mind the limits. If he hasn’t come out after an hour, go in and get him. Say it’s my order—he can’t stay out overnight.”
The manager nodded repeatedly.
Only after this lord left did the manager wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think the one inside was Young Master Yan’s son—so tightly controlled. That young guy looked eighteen or nineteen, not some clueless kid. And Young Master Yan still wouldn’t let him stay out overnight?
The manager listened at the door a bit longer and couldn’t help clicking his tongue. Young people really were full of energy.
Meanwhile, inside the room was a completely different scene.
Nan Xun lay comfortably on the big bed, with two girls massaging his shoulders on either side, moaning as they worked. Truly well-trained—their voices were even more pleasant than orioles’.
Though the girls were confused by Nan Xun’s request at first, once they saw the two thick stacks of cash he pulled from his pocket, their hearts immediately wavered.
He wasn’t humiliating them—just asking them to moan a bit. Their pay at this high-end bar was already high, but no one ever had too much money.
“Darling, he’s already gone,” Little Eight reminded him.
Nan Xun told the girls they didn’t need to moan anymore. After sitting for a full hour, he gave them the money.
Little Eight yelped, “This is weird—the big boss’s darkening value actually went up by 5 points.”
Nan Xun: “When did that happen?”
Little Eight: “Just now.”
Nan Xun: “Is he nuts? I was following his wishes—why did the darkening value go up?”
Little Eight: “Don’t try to guess a pervert’s thoughts. Guess all you want—you still won’t understand.”
Nan Xun: “My bro isn’t a pervert. He treats me really well. He personally picked me up from prison, wiped out the Cheng family and bankrupted them to avenge me. My bro is really, really good.”
Little Eight chuckled. “You were the one who called him nuts first.”
Nan Xun: …
Nan Xun took a hot shower, creating the illusion that something had just happened, then left the bar and took a taxi home.
The atmosphere in the villa was quiet. Yan Man pulled Nan Xun aside and whispered, “After our brother came back, he’s been radiating an extremely terrifying aura. None of the servants dare speak, afraid of setting him off. Xiao Bai, weren’t you out with him? Do you know who pissed him off?”
Nan Xun looked blank. Yan Luo was in a bad mood? When Nan Xun left, he’d been in a perfectly fine mood.
