Chapter 247: On the Principles of Driving

Chen Erbao had just gone inside when a beautiful young woman knocked gently on the door and walked in.

"Hello, sir. My name is Xiaomeng, and I'm one of the hotel's top-tier technicians. May I be of service to you?"

His head swimming, Chen Erbao lay back on the soft, comfortable massage sofa and glanced up.

The young woman wore a figure-hugging, ink-wash-style qipao. Her bust wasn't massive, but she was definitely well-endowed. The skirt of the qipao had a slit on the side that reached all the way to the top of her thigh, and as she moved, a faint glimpse of black could be seen...

She had a very innocent-looking face and didn't seem to be even twenty years old. Her features bore a slight resemblance to Lin Rui, but with an added touch of seductiveness.

'Probably because of her job.'

'Looks like Cao Yang really didn't brush me off!'

Chen Erbao nodded. "Let's begin."

He leaned back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

CLICK-CLACK-CLICK...

The crisp sound of high heels tapped on the floor. Xiaomeng turned on some music, then walked behind Chen Erbao. She took out a warm, wet towel, placing it over his eyes for a moment before she started to wipe his face.

Her soft, delicate hands pressed gently on the spot between Chen Erbao's eyebrows, then began kneading outward toward his temples.

"Sir, is the pressure alright?"

Xiaomeng's gentle voice sounded beside Chen Erbao's ear.

Chen Erbao nodded without speaking.

He was circulating the Joyful Technique to soothe his fatigued Divine Sense.

After a morning of high-intensity observation, it was the first time Chen Erbao had ever overdrawn his Divine Sense to such an extent. Only after lying down did he feel the waves of dizziness wash over him.

The exteriors of high-grade raw stones were extremely difficult to penetrate; he had to concentrate completely to sense what was inside.

The rewards, however, had been substantial. In a single morning, he had gotten much closer to the goal of his trip.

After massaging Chen Erbao's head for a while, Xiaomeng's small hands moved down his neck and pressed onto his firm pectoral muscles.

Due to her posture, Xiaomeng had to lean down, her upper body hovering almost directly over Chen Erbao's face.

A faint, milky fragrance wafted over, prompting Chen Erbao to lift his head reflexively.

The physical reaction was instinctual, but Chen Erbao had no real desire to touch her.

He had no desire to join the ranks of countless other men. He only liked private cars, not shared ones.

Anyone who drives a lot knows that a private car performs comfortably, is clean and hygienic, has no strange smells inside, and is free of messy residues. The only drawback is that you might get tired of it after a while, and you don't have as much freedom behind the wheel.

A shared car is different. You can drive it however you want and floor the gas pedal without worrying about maintenance afterward, but the drawbacks are all too obvious.

First, the chassis is too wide, so it's not a comfortable ride. Second, there are hygiene issues.

In a mild case, it might just have an odor and the pipes will be dark. In a severe case, it might be infected with a virus.

If you accidentally caught something, it wouldn't be worth the risk at all.

'And don't even talk about wearing a helmet—a real man never wears a helmet!'

However, while Chen Erbao didn't want to put the pedal to the metal, he didn't mind taking a seat on the hood to enjoy the experience.

As Xiaomeng massaged Chen Erbao's firm abs, she caught sight of the tent he was pitching in his pants out of the corner of her eye, and her face flushed slightly red.

Chen Erbao circulated his energy for another Great Circulation, feeling the fatigue in his mind ease slightly. Only then did he stir, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Xiaomeng's back.

"Ah...!"

Caught off guard, Xiaomeng was pulled down onto Chen Erbao's chest, and her two soft, pillowy breasts completely smothered his face.

"Sir..."

'We're allowed to provide special services, but...'

Chen Erbao had cash in his pocket. He casually pulled out a thick wad—probably one or two thousand—and placed it on the table to the side.

Before Xiaomeng could say anything, Chen Erbao applied a bit of strength, lifting her up and turning her around so that her face was right in front of his Nu Long.

Seeing this, Xiaomeng dropped her reserved act. Her hands slid down along Chen Erbao's abs, first teasing him through his pants. Then, one of her small hands unbuckled his belt, and she was about to undo her own pants.

Chen Erbao stopped her. Placing a hand on the back of her head, he gently pressed it downward.

Xiaomeng instantly understood Chen Erbao's intention. She lowered her head and pulled off his pants.

The Stabilizing Needle looked even more magnificent. Freed from the confines of his clothing, it sprang out, nearly slapping Xiaomeng in the face.

Xiaomeng stared at Chen Erbao's Stabilizing Needle, dumbfounded for a moment.

'She had never seen such a huge endowment!'

'If that were to go inside... could I even take it...?'

While she had this thought, her mouth didn't slow down. She stuck out her pink tongue and began swirling it around the head of the Stabilizing Needle.

Chen Erbao lay quietly on the sofa, enjoying her service.

...

Around three in the afternoon, Chen Erbao woke from a wonderful nap, stretched lazily, and walked out of the rest area.

He had someone take the jade he had acquired that morning upstairs, then he and Wang Mian drove back to the Gambling Stone Factory.

When they arrived, before the security guard at the entrance could even make a report, Cao Yang spotted Chen Erbao's figure from the second floor.

His expression darkened. Seeing Chen Erbao head straight for the small room in the back, he slammed his fist on the railing.

"That bastard has no respect for me!"

One of his underlings came to report the results of an investigation.

"The results of the investigation into He Zheng are in. All of you, take a look."

He glanced at the file before passing it to the others in the room.

As the file was passed around, everyone's expression grew grim.

"Old Cao, this guy has strong ties to Medicine King Hall. Medicine King Hall... they're not to be trifled with!"

Someone hesitated.

Cao Yang sneered. "Heaven is high and the emperor is far away. So what if Medicine King Hall is powerful? Can they really reach all the way over here? He disrespected me, so I'll take his life. Yang Bo, get some men, keep an eye on him, and make it clean."

Yang Bo was the ace enforcer he had brought in from the Jinsha River region. Not only was he a formidable close-quarters combatant, but his marksmanship was even more exceptional, earning him the title "Gun King of the Jinsha River."

Ten years ago, he had rampaged through the entire Jinsha River basin single-handedly, a name known to all.

Because he had taken things too far, the higher-ups began sending people to hunt him down, but countless Patrol officers were helpless against him.

Ultimately, however, he provoked the Security Bureau into action. They managed to sever one of his fingers and sent him fleeing for his life. In the end, he went into hiding under a new identity, fled the country, and was recruited by the big boss behind Cao Yang.

The big boss had sent him to provide security for Cao Yang, precisely for the convenience of dealing with people like Chen Erbao.

...

Chen Erbao and Wang Mian walked to the room in the back, picking up their search from where they had been cutting jade that morning.

The wealthy patrons in the room looked surprised to see Chen Erbao.

They had assumed he wouldn't be back, so they were surprised to see him again that afternoon.

Wheels began to turn in their heads. 'If we just follow him, we could probably pick up some of the scraps...'