Clear Night Tower was the most famous place for fireworks in this small city.
"Aiya! It hurts! Be f*cking gentle!"
A pig-like scream came from the room, scaring the passers-by so much that they shrank their necks and quickened their pace.
The room was filled with the faint smell of blood. Qi San lay on the bed and allowed the beautiful woman sitting by the bed to wash his wound and apply medicine.
Finally, the wound was bandaged.
Qi San also seemed to be exhausted from the torture. He panted heavily and said to the beautiful woman, "Go get me some tonic soup. I want to drink the soup you made yourself. If you dare to slack off, I'll beat you to death."
The beautiful woman pouted in dissatisfaction, but she didn't dare to say anything. She stood up and left.
It was daytime, and the Clear Night Restaurant looked very deserted. There were almost no guests, and the girls were all resting in their rooms.
