Chapter 1692: No One Dares to Hold You Back

The pretty boy excitedly introduced him, “What is a gas station compared to this lawless place? Look around here and see, everyone’s got a gun on their hip, and human life is the cheapest thing in town.”

“Oh?” Yaen Chi raised his voice slightly, “Money’s important.”

“Exactly! It’s all about money here, and it’s not easy to find. There are illusions everywhere outside, and those backpackers never make it here. Either they lose their lives halfway or they’re just plain stupid. Don’t underestimate this desert—it’s full of tricks, and without someone to guide you, you can’t get in here.”

Yaen Chi didn’t make a sound. He surveyed his surroundings, not full of bright lights and neon signs—just flickering lamps. Walking beneath the lights, carrying a pick feels like you’re grave robbing.

“There are plenty of places to play. I’m tired today, so I’ll take you next time. But if you want to wander around on your own, that’s fine too.”

The pretty boy leaned in closer and whispered, “I’ll tell you the entrances to the most frequented casinos. Go play—if you’ve got money, you can safely come and go. With your skills, no one would dare hold you back.”

Yaen Chi glanced at him, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

The pretty boy was on the verge of losing his composure.

He thought, this guy is too deep in the city, keeping his mouth shut tight, not revealing a shred of information.

As they walked along, Yaen Chi didn’t mention where he wanted to play, so the pretty boy took him back home.

A three-story villa, unlike the décor around it, the whole street—his house practically has “I’m rich” engraved on the door.

Valuable items visible to the eye are all displayed outside, yet constantly worried about theft, the ornate wrought iron gate is welded taller than a person.

Inside, the place is brightly lit, lacking neither servants nor women.

The moment the pretty boy returned, a group of women swarmed over. He hugged each one, kissing them without bothering to wipe his mouth. He didn’t know how many he kissed, but the one currently in his arms dressed the most revealingly. With a few flicks, he stripped her, revealing a camisole that resembled a swimsuit, swaying slightly and showing everything.

Lustful men love this look.

The pretty boy buried his whole face in her chest.

His hand stroked downwards, just about to dig in when he suddenly remembered someone was there.

He hid the woman in his arms and turned to say to the man, “See? I’m busy now, someone will take you to your room later. This is my place—no elders, no oversight, make yourself at home. I won’t come down for dinner, you eat by yourself. If anything comes up… ah, you won’t find me anyway, see you tomorrow!”

Whoa!

The little grandson who previously called everyone grandpa now, after having arms full on both sides, has elevated his self-image?

Daring to speak to Yaen Chi in such a tone?

Apparently, losing face in front of one woman and losing face in front of a group of women still makes a difference.

Yaen Chi didn’t get angry; he seemed very temperate and even waved at the pretty boy, telling him to do as he pleases.

A group of women, seeing Yaen Chi, found his face under the light so handsome they couldn’t move their legs, coquettishly asking, “Who’s this?”

The pretty boy put on a fierce face and got angry, “Don’t pry, or you don’t want to kiss your husband anymore?”

“We want to, of course we do! This time, you took Ah Lian out, we’re all so jealous!”

“Next time it should be my turn, otherwise you’re gone for one or two months, how can I bear it!”

“Tonight, it’s my turn.”

“Get out of here! My husband is going to my room!”

“Who are you shoving, you cheap slut! Watch me yank your hair!”

“Alright, stop bickering!” The pretty boy spoke up to calm the situation: “Everyone to my room, tonight hubby will dote on each of you!”