"Sir, welcome to New Millennium."
"A single male guest."
Li Feng directly took a number plate and went upstairs, glanced at the large bathroom,
Li Feng moved aside to take a quick shower, then draped in a towel, entered the sauna room. Two men with tattoos on their bodies glanced at Li Feng, then continued their conversation, ignoring him.
"Hey, what did I say? Number 18 is still the best, looks charming, and is really good at 'massage,' man, made my whole body feel buttery soft."
"Get lost, you, like that's why you finish in two minutes."
"Fuck, as if you're much better, still just three minutes' worth, big brother shouldn't laugh at little brother. But the masseurs' skills here are truly kickass, no wonder our boss comes here every day."
"Cut it out, you don't know anything. Our boss doesn't pay attention to those ordinary masseurs. He's got his eyes on the owner's wife, Lan Fei."
