"Ryan would be working in a men's brothel," Duncan said seriously.
"Oh, I refuse then." Ryan lost interest and turned his head to the side, closing the money suitcase, indicating he was about to leave.
"Wait a minute, I still haven't finished talking yet. Sit down and listen." Surname Duncan paused Ryan mid-way as he was leaving his seat and said, "You won't be doing that kind of job."
"Ah," Ryan sat back down hesitantly, but he still nodded. This man in front of him wasn't someone he could casually disrespect.
"You will work there as a guard, not a host." Duncan looked him up and down.
Duncan put a small cube in front of him and said, "This is the latest secretive nano technology that has been handed to the military. I worked so hard to get."
"Although you have a physique that no regular there would want, your face is top-tier. So, if you put that on, you'll become ugly, and no one will have an interest in you. What do you say?" Duncan added.
