Big Boss Tang had awoken, and her eyes were open, but in front of her was a sheet of darkness. She couldn’t see a thing. It was as if her eyes were closed.
How long had she been unconscious? What time was it? What was this place? Why had the weird old man brought her here?
She had no idea.
She only knew that all important acupuncture points on her body had ben sealed in a unique and ingenious way. Her tendons, arteries, Qi and blood were all undamaged, but she couldn’t move even so much as her pinky finger.
If that old man had been a bit younger, perhaps she could have guessed what he had in mind for her. She would have thought of it immediately.
But the old fellow really was just too old, old enough that she could comfort herself because of it.
—He wouldn’t do something like that. He couldn’t be interested in a woman like herself. He couldn’t handle it. When old men want to chase women, they always chase the young, naive girls.
This was how she comforted herself, and yet thinking about it made her sick.
Fortunately, she could still hear.
Not long after she woke up, she heard the sound of two people conversing. The first was a woman, her voice thin, shrill and loud, as if she took everyone around her to be deaf.
The second person spoke at a leisurely pace and in a very eccentric tone. It was none other absurd old man.
“Did you bring that woman back?”
“Of course I did,” said the little old man. “Having been dispatched on such a duty, I achieved immediate success, as simple as stretching out my hand.”
“I know you like this kind of thing,” said the woman, her voice growing louder. “You old wretch, pervert!”
“Who likes this kind of thing? You sent me to do it. Had you asked someone else to do it, I wouldn’t go even if you knelt down and begged me.”
“Shut the hell up. You take advantage, then try to show off your cleverness?”
“Took advantage of what?”
“You… I know without doubt that you molested her.”
Suddenly, a “whap” sound rang out. The little old man had just been slapped across the side of the face. He cried out.
“Unjust treatment, unjust treatment!”
“You dare to claim unjust treatment? You dare to say you didn’t molest her?”
“If I did, then call me a son of a b*tch.”
“You’re definitely a son of a b*tch. And elderly son of a b*tch.”
“If I’m a son of a b*tch, then what are you?”
“Beat it! Beat it and get as far away as you can! The farther the better. And don’t come back until I call for you.”
“As you wish.”
The old man sighed, muttering to himself: “You live to seventy or eighty and still get as jealous as a little girl. You’ll drive me to my death.”
The old man’s voice faded into the distance. He seemed to be afraid of receiving another slap across the face.
Big Boss Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She could tell that the old man and the woman with the thin, shrill voice were husband and wife.
The man had gone, leaving behind the woman, and she was seventy or eighty. How would an old lady treat her? However she ended up being treated, it would definitely be better than what she had been imagining moments before.
Just when she began to think that she could set her mind at ease, she saw lantern light shining.
The light was exceedingly bright. Anyone’s eyes would have a hard time adjusting to such a bright light amidst the darkness.
Big Boss Tang closed her eyes. Then she opened them, and then closed them again. When she opened them again, she didn’t see a person, but only several lanterns, each and every one much brighter than the lanterns in her gambling hall.
All of the lanterns hung directly above her. By use of covers, all the light of the lanterns was directed directly onto her body. Everything else in the room was pitch black.
She squinted her eyes, trying to block the light with her eyelashes. By tilting her hea
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