Chapter 100

"Let's go dancing then." Chen Manxia pulled Du Gu Fu towards the dance floor, her slender waist swaying, her ample hips seductive, and the high slits on both sides of her cheongsam revealed her shapely thighs, making one want to tear it open to see more.

Du Gu Fu felt a burning fire in his heart, and he really reached out to touch, finding the skin smooth and fine... It felt so good!

Chen Manxia's body trembled slightly, as if she didn't notice, but she stopped after a few steps, turned around with a smile, her alluring phoenix eyes scanning Du Gu Fu's lower half, exuding charm and a slight anger: "Let's not dance. I'll take you to a more interesting place, okay?"

"Sure." Du Gu Fu agreed in a daze, his heart leaping with joy. This Chen Manxia was definitely a beauty, almost as good as the madam. If he could... it wouldn't be bad at all.

Chen Manxia led him to the stairs, climbing up floor by floor. Soon, they reached the top floor of the Baimen.

"Big! Big! Big!" "Small! Small! Small!" "Small your head, big! I want big!" ...

"Six! Six! I want six!" "It's really six, a leopard, the house loses, hahaha!" ...

Before they even entered, a mix of shouts and roars of different pitches and volumes hit them, mingled with the unique manic enthusiasm of those hovering between heaven and hell.

It's a casino! Du Gu Fu felt a wave of disappointment.

"Can you play?" Chen Manxia asked.

"I know a bit." Du Gu Fu nodded reluctantly, walked to the counters on both sides of the door, took out a few small gold bars, exchanged them for a hundred or so chips, and casually gave a few to Chen Manxia.

Seeing Du Gu Fu's generosity, Chen Manxia's eyes lit up: "Wow, you seem to be an old hand. By the way, what should I call you?"

Du Gu Fu shook his head: "I've just seen others play. My name is Xu Li." This was the name on his current ID.

"Mr. Xu." Chen Manxia smiled sweetly, moving closer, and he could feel the softness of her body. "What do we play first?"

Du Gu Fu boldly wrapped his arm around her slim waist, slowly caressing and enjoying the enticing touch: "What do you want to play first?"

Chen Manxia's eyes twinkled: "Let's play dice."

"Sure."

Holding the beautiful woman, Du Gu Fu happily walked to the dice table, squeezed into an empty seat, and while teasing Chen Manxia and touching her all over, he casually watched a few rounds and started betting.

How to describe it? Photographic memory, eagle eyes, superhuman memory, and mental calculation skills rivaling a computer—these were his innate abilities. Soft and powerful fingers, lightning-fast hand speed, and dexterous techniques surpassing most magicians—these were the effects of his imitation Flying Dragon Cloud Hand.

Why did he never worry about money? He had been eyeing this place from the start. Money isn't everything, but without money, nothing is possible. The imitation Flying Dragon Cloud Hand was for picking up equipment and for moments like this.

Casually betting, he won nine out of ten times.

At first, some people thought he was a novice or were jealous of his beautiful companion, so they bet against him. But after a few rounds, they were thoroughly defeated.

In no time, a pile of chips towered in front of him, roughly ten times what he had when he sat down. If he hadn't playfully tucked a few chips into Chen Manxia's cleavage each time he won, there would have been even more.

To make money, there was indeed nothing faster than gambling.

However, he knew that in such a mixed crowd, one must know when to stop. When the chips were about ten times what he started with, he swept them up, stood up, and whispered in Chen Manxia's ear: "Your chest is about to burst. Want to find a place to take them out? Remember, we can get a room here?"

Chen Manxia glanced at Du Gu Fu, giggling seductively: "Sure."

Du Gu Fu's heart was on fire, almost carrying the woman horizontally. The two of them, entwined and passionate, left the casino, went down to the third floor, got a room, and continued their intimate activities.

Just as the passion was reaching its peak, Chen Manxia curled her long legs, holding up her white foot and kicking Du Gu Fu: "Let's shower."

Du Gu Fu, his desire burning, almost exploded with anger: "Why didn't you say so when we came in? Now you're saying it?" But seeing the seductive beauty lying on the bed, he quickly stripped off his clothes and rushed into the bathroom.

He didn't care about the water temperature, turning it on and starting to rinse. After a few moments, "Bang, bang, bang!" someone started pounding on the door.

"What's going on?" Du Gu Fu poked his head out of the bathroom. Chen Manxia was already gone from the bed.

There was a slight "click" as the lock loosened, followed by a loud "thud" as the door was rudely kicked open.

In the next second, three or four big men with guns and clubs appeared in the room, frowning and glaring, full of murderous intent. Some cursed Chen Manxia, "You bitch, how dare you open a room with a pretty boy behind the boss's back," while others cursed Du Gu Fu, "You pretty boy, how dare you sleep with our boss's wife? You must have the guts of a leopard."

Du Gu Fu's heart, which had been burning with passion, gradually cooled as the water on his body dried. He looked at Chen Manxia, who appeared frightened, but... her acting was a bit fake.

With Du Gu Fu's intelligence, even if his desire had clouded his judgment, he would have noticed that someone had been secretly following them the whole time and that the entire encounter was suspicious.

But he still had a tiny hope that, being young, handsome, and wealthy, a one-night stand in a place like the Baimen was possible.

He never expected... his head slowly lowered, his back slowly arched, and he wrapped in a towel, bowing and scraping out of the bathroom: "Brothers, brothers, this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Can we... close the door and talk?"

At this moment, this pretty boy still wanted to save face? The men in the room were speechless. But they could grant his request; they didn't want to be seen by others either.

Chen Manxia's beautiful face showed a hint of mockery, as if laughing at Du Gu Fu's foolishness.

The door closed, and the four big men surrounded Du Gu Fu, like wolves surrounding a fat sheep: "Do you know who our boss is? Have you heard of San Shui from Jing'an Temple? Back in the day, he killed his way from Jing'an Temple to the British Club, cutting through the entire foreign concession, and everyone in Shanghai knows him."

"If he finds out you slept with his woman... kid, you'll be feeding the fish in the Huangpu River tomorrow morning!"

"I, I, I haven't slept with her yet," Du Gu Fu said weakly.

"Not slept?" The first big man nodded, "Oh, then you don't have to die. But where did you touch our boss's wife? If you touched her left hand, your left hand will be cut off. If you touched her right hand, your right hand will be cut off. If you touched her stomach... well, we'll cut off your stomach, and your intestines will spill out, and you'll still die."

Du Gu Fu's face turned pale, and he trembled like a leaf: "G, g, gentlemen, can't we negotiate a bit?"

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