Chapter 70: Take off your pants, let me inspect the goods

「Ten minutes later.」

Yang Xun, wearing a mask, stood at the entrance of the "Heaven on Earth" massage parlor.

He looked up at the glittering gold sign, his eyes narrowing slightly.

To be honest, he’d passed by this place countless times but had never once gone inside.

To think his first time wouldn’t be as a customer, but to give Xie Haitao’s wife "private care."

’The thought alone was thrilling!’

Yang Xun took out his phone and dialed Huang Qi’s number again.

"Hello?"

"I’m here, at the entrance."

"You’re here? Wonderful! Come straight in and head up to the second floor. It’s the office at the very end of the hall. The door’s unlocked."

Huang Qi’s voice was clearly much more eager than before.

"Okay."

After hanging up, Yang Xun shoved his phone back into his pocket and scanned his surroundings.

It was broad daylight, and the massage parlor wasn’t open for business yet. The entrance was deserted, and there were no pedestrians around.

Once he was sure the coast was clear, he adjusted his mask and strode inside.

...

But Yang Xun didn’t notice that in a dark, deserted alley diagonally across the street, two pairs of eyes were staring intently at his back.

"Holy shit!"

A man as skinny as a monkey peeked half his head around the corner. He stared at the massage parlor’s entrance in disbelief, his beady eyes wide and round as his voice cracked, "Dongzi! Did you see that? That son of a bitch Yang just went into the boss’s wife’s massage parlor wearing a mask!"

The speaker was Fatty Monkey, one of Xie Haitao’s lackeys.

The previous night, he and Dongzi had received orders from Xie Haitao to tail and watch Yang Xun.

They had been posted outside Mi Ting’s home since before dawn this morning.

When Yang Xun ate breakfast, made a call, and then rode his electric scooter around the village, they had followed his every move, not letting up for a second.

They thought he was just out running some ordinary errands. But then the bastard had slapped on a silver-white mask and made a beeline for Heaven on Earth!

"I saw it!"

Dongzi was squatting next to Fatty Monkey, his expression grave.

"What the hell does he think he’s doing, going into the boss’s wife’s massage parlor with a mask on?"

Fatty Monkey was completely baffled, unable to figure it out.

Dongzi was silent for two seconds, his brow furrowing deeper. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and hissed, "Revenge! He must be going to get revenge on the boss’s wife!"

"Huh?" Fatty Monkey’s face was a mask of terror, his shock impossible to conceal.

"Think about it!"

Dongzi laid out his analysis with a serious expression. "Last night, at Mi Ting’s house, the boss’s wife called him a little bastard and tried to force Mi Ting to work at the massage parlor. That bastard Yang beat the shit out of all of us guys, but the boss’s wife is a woman. He couldn’t make a move on her in front of the boss. But now? It’s broad daylight, the boss isn’t at the shop, and he’s sneaking in with a mask on. Isn’t it obvious he’s going to do something to her?!"

"FUCK!!"

Fatty Monkey panicked. He yanked a switchblade from his pocket, and with a CLICK, the blade sprang out as he shot to his feet.

"Let’s go! We have to go in and save the boss’s wife!"

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

Dongzi yanked Fatty Monkey back down, pinning him against the base of the wall. He looked at him with pure exasperation. "Did you not get your ass kicked hard enough last night?! Seven or eight of us jumped him at once and he laid us all out. The two of us going in is no different from suicide!"

At his words, Fatty Monkey’s hand, still gripping the knife, froze.

The image of being sent flying by Yang Xun’s kick flashed through his mind.

He swallowed hard, his voice weak. "Then... then what do we do? We can’t just stand by and watch the boss’s wife get hurt, can we? If the boss finds out, he’ll skin us alive!"

"Call the boss!"

Dongzi made a snap decision, whipping out his phone and quickly dialing Xie Haitao’s number. "The two of us would be serving ourselves up on a platter. Tell the boss to hurry and get more guys over here. A lot more. We’ll trap that bastard Yang inside and then... we’ll finish him off!"

The call connected almost immediately.

"Boss! We have a problem! That son of a bitch Yang just snuck into the boss’s wife’s massage parlor wearing a mask!"

...

「Meanwhile.」

Yang Xun walked up the stairs to the second floor. A faint scent of essential oils lingered in the hallway.

He went straight to the office at the far end of the hall and gave the door a gentle push.

CREAK!!

The moment the door opened, a thick wave of perfume washed over him.

Yang Xun looked up and froze.

Huang Qi was lounging on a chaise longue next to her desk. One long, fair leg was crossed over the other. A pair of silver stiletto sandals graced her ankles, their four-inch heels stretching the lines of her beautiful legs to their absolute limit.

The Huang Qi of today was a world away from the fierce woman he had seen last night.

Her long, silky black hair was styled in big waves, cascading lazily over her shoulders, with a few stray strands falling across her collarbone.

She wore a wine-red silk camisole. The fabric was gossamer-thin, its smooth surface clinging tightly to her curvaceous figure.

The neckline plunged daringly, revealing a vast, unobstructed expanse of snow-white, delicate skin. Her ample bosom strained against the thin silk, and with every breath, the deep, bewitching cleavage would appear and disappear.

Below, she wore a tight, black leather skirt, so short it was shocking. It hugged her round, pert bottom, revealing every single curve.

Her exquisite features were accentuated by a flawless layer of makeup. Her lips were painted a true, bright red, which, combined with a face that was alluring to the bone, made her exude the deadly charm unique to a mature woman.

’Have to admit, this woman is genuinely gorgeous!’

’Ten times more beautiful than when I saw her in the courtyard last night!’

’What a pity. Such a beautiful flower, wasted on a 265-pound pile of cow shit.’

"So you’re the delivery boy from the livestream?"

Hearing the door, Huang Qi slowly turned her head. Her almond-shaped eyes swept up and down, appraising Yang Xun.

Her gaze traveled from his mask to his chest, from his chest to his waist, and finally settled on his crotch for two full seconds.

"The one and only!!"

Yang Xun nodded. His voice was hoarse and deep, completely different from his usual tone.

Hearing this, Huang Qi’s almond-shaped eyes narrowed. She didn’t seem to believe him.

She rose to her feet and, on her silver high heels, slowly walked over to Yang Xun. Her five-foot-eight frame, plus the four-inch heels, brought her almost eye-to-eye with him.

The heavy scent of her perfume swirled between them.

She tilted her head, studying his mask carefully. Suddenly, she reached out a slender finger, its nail painted wine-red, and lightly tapped him on the chest. A sly smile played on her lips.

"With that mask on, who knows if you’re an imposter? What if you’re not the delivery boy from the livestream?"

As she spoke, her gaze drifted down again, landing on his belt buckle.

A feverish glint flashed in her almond-shaped eyes. The smile on her lips widened as her voice grew more coquettish.

"How about this... Take off your pants, and let me inspect the goods."