The atmosphere was incredibly thrilling, as the beautiful and dignified ladies let out all sorts of noises at this moment.
Chen Mo, finding the door locked, continued to calmly observe his surroundings. Each woman here must have an extraordinary identity, and selling himself here wouldn't come cheap; it would cost much more than finding a gigolo.
Because that wouldn't cost a life, whereas here, if a life were lost, you'd have to be able to cover it up.
Behind every one of them could be a husband who's a high-ranking official or a tycoon, or perhaps their family background.
If one's background were slightly inferior, they probably couldn't even get in. It turns out that's how foreign countries make money off of women, indeed more thrilling than within the country.
Back home, Chen Mo had heard all sorts of conspiracy theories, things about refining copper, all kinds of perversity.
He didn't expect these distinguished ladies to be so perverted.
