Ya Xin and Ya Qi are the top perforrs here, but they don’t accompany clients to bed.
The two are twins, stunningly beautiful, and they go out together to accompany guests, play cards, or entertain them.
The boss asked soone to inform Ya Xin and Ya Qi, while he invited Nangong Jin into the VIP room.
The VIP room, though luxuriously decorated, is still the kind of regular ga room.
It has a sofa, a TV, a card table, and a pool table.
The boss took Nangong Jin inside, personally lit a cigarette for him, and then respectfully asked, "Would you like a drink, Jin?"
"Sure, open it," Nangong Jin nodded lazily, casually pulling out a gun and tossing it onto the coffee table.
This gun was unloaded, but it was enough to be intimidating.
The boss nodded, just about to politely leave, but Nangong Jin stopped him.
"Is there sothing, Jin?" The boss bowed respectfully, smiling fawningly.
Nangong Jin looked at him coldly, but a smile appeared on his lips, "If anyone finds out I was here tonight, just one word, death."
Nangong Jin’s words carried a smile, yet his voice was chillingly cold. The boss broke out in a cold sweat, doubting nothing, as Nangong Jin in the capital could easily decide anyone’s fate.
"Yes, yes, yes," the boss nodded hastily, "Rest assured, Lord Jin, I won’t speak of this even if it ans taking it to my grave. You’re just accompanying a friend, I understand."
"Leave now." Nangong Jin withdrew his gaze coldly, closing his eyes lightly.
"Yes." The boss trembled as he scurried away.
When Old Miao Tou arrived, Nangong Jin was relaxing on the sofa, with Ya Xin by his side, thoughtfully peeling fruit for him.
Old Miao Tou’s face was aged and furrowed like a ravine, his skin dark and decrepit. He was vastly different from how he was ten years ago.
"Lord Jin." Old Miao Tou walked in, unfazed by the situation.
But when he saw the gun on the table, he instinctively furrowed his brow.
This action did not escape Nangong Jin’s notice.
"Sit." Nangong Jin pointed to the sofa opposite, and spoke to Ya Xin, who was peeling fruit, "Pour so wine for Miao."
Ya Xin smiled sweetly, her voice sultry, "Alright."
Seeing the two alluring young won dressed boldly and provocatively, Old Miao Tou’s expression was still a bit tense.
Ya Xin poured a glass of red wine, personally brought it to Old Miao Tou, and sat next to him, offering the drink to his lips, speaking obediently, "Miao, have a sip of wine."
Old Miao Tou smiled faintly, "I won’t drink, Lord Jin, let’s talk business."
"Fine." Nangong Jin raised an eyebrow, leisurely swirling the crystal glass in his hand, then turned his gaze towards Ya Xin and Ya Qi, "You two, leave now. This doesn’t concern you."
Ya Xin and Ya Qi were taken aback, seemingly puzzled, also a bit unwilling.
Ya Qi coyly complained, "Lord Jin, we just got here and you’re already sending us away, won’t you let us accompany you a bit longer?"
Saying this, Ya Qi moved to lean closer to Nangong Jin, who cast a cold glance at her and simply uttered a single word, "Leave."
Ya Qi’s coquettish face froze, yet she remained unwilling, still acting coy, "Lord Jin..."
Nangong Jin picked up the gun on the table and aid it at Ya Qi’s head, "I don’t have much patience, I’ll say it one more ti, leave."
Terrified, Ya Qi’s face lost color. Although unwilling, she quickly scrambled away.
Ya Xin also didn’t dare delay, setting down the wine glass and running out.
Nangong Jin frowned irritably. Since Old Miao Tou wasn’t into this, he couldn’t be bothered to play along, so he said succinctly, "What do you want to do?"
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