When they reached the VIP room of the club, the girls rushed over in front of him and opened the double wooden doors.
Zi Han stepped into the dark room and the girls hurriedly closed the doors before starting the timer. Mano was the most precious prize the matron had to offer. The clients, on top of the fees, paid a deposit triple the price as insurance on Mano's body.
If there was so much as a scratch or a strand of hair missing on his head they would be charged and the amount would be deducted from their deposit. His services were only for an hour, not a second more. An hour was strictly an hour thus the girls had to start the timer.
Zi Han pursed his lips seeing how dark the room was. A tingle travelled up his spine as he suddenly had a very bad premonition. He took a small step to the side his entire being vigilant. He swept the vent on his harem pants and took out a dagger while saying, "You only have an hour so make it count."
