“Pfft, do you really need to teach me? I’m even wilder than the madam!” William Smith replied irritably, making all the girls burst into laughter.

“I think William Smith has his eye on Cui’er. William Smith just likes the pure and innocent type!” said Miss B, who was putting on lipstick.

“Oh, please, innocent? I’m more interested in your madam!” William Smith retorted, turning around to head out the door.

The girls immediately erupted into raucous laughter. Mama Miller laughed the hardest. One of the girls said to Mama Miller, “Madam, you should just keep William Smith for yourself. If you keep a little pretty boy like him, we wouldn’t have to pay the headcount fee anymore…”

Already out the door, William Smith could still hear the newcomer Rose asking, “Sister Miller, who is that guy? He seems pretty fierce!”

“Fierce? Not at all. This Brother Smith is a really good person, don’t judge by appearances. He may look cold, but he’s kind-hearted. If you ever need anything, just go to him, you can’t go wrong. If you ever want to go straight, find someone like Brother Smith—he’s reliable… You all should learn from this. Don’t get all flirty just because you see a pretty boy… Crystal, don’t wear those see-through panties again, what do you think you look like… And you, huh?! How come your clothes don’t even cover your butt!”

“Oh, madam, you’re so old-fashioned. This is the new butt-baring style, men love it!”

“I’m telling you, act like ladies, ladies! Look at you all, it’s like you want everyone to know you’re working girls… Hey, Lily, go brush your teeth in a bit. All you do is smoke all day. Don’t go kissing a client and scare him off with your breath, or I’ll come after you… And you, and you, put on some long pants. With all that hair on your legs, you want the clients to miss it?”

“Madam, you’re just out of touch. This looks sexy!”

“Yeah right, why don’t you just take it all off? That’d be even sexier!”

Gradually, the noisy music drowned out the conversation between Mama Miller and the girls. William Smith couldn’t help but smile knowingly as he listened. The madams in Jinxiu City were all pretty much the same. If they’d lived in ancient times, they’d be a bunch of super madams. Don’t be fooled by how fierce they sounded with the girls—once they were with clients, they were all gentle and charming, not only beautiful but also skilled in singing, playing, dice games, and drinking. Some of the girls, when they really let loose, were even more uninhibited than men. So, in Jinxiu City, William Smith actually had a lot of respect for these girls, never looking down on them. In William Smith’s view, where there’s demand, there’s supply—it’s just like selling clothes or vegetables. Making money by selling their bodies wasn’t something to be criticized. After all, so many men liked this scene and were willing to spend money here!

……

When patrolling to the foot massage parlor, William Smith just gave a few simple instructions and was done. The service here was relatively civilized, not as chaotic as the karaoke clubs. As for the VIP club, there was a team of security guards assigned by the boss—professionals, far superior to William Smith’s ragtag group, and of course, not under William Smith’s jurisdiction. William Smith never even entered the VIP club. Basically, once he got here, the patrol was done. One round took a full hour. By the time William Smith returned to the parking lot security room, the lot was almost full. Up until midnight, this was the busiest time for the karaoke club. Of course, if nothing happened, it was also the most relaxing time for William Smith.

Chapter 07: Stealing a Leisurely Half-Day

Normally, from nine to midnight was when the karaoke club’s guests had their fun and the girls performed. During this time, William Smith, who couldn’t sit still, would stay in the security room working out until the shift change. For someone who’d been both a monk and a soldier, this job was way too easy, leaving him with nowhere to burn off his energy. So, the security room became his place to let his imagination and energy run wild. He hung layers of paper on the wall, which he pummeled with straight punches every day, having to replace them about once a month. The floor, originally smooth concrete, had become pitted from the unique stomping moves of Luohan Fist, and every day he’d sweep up some cement debris. The hanging sandbag was first filled with sawdust, but William Smith found that too soft, so he switched to half sawdust, half sand. When that wasn’t enough, he filled it entirely with fine sand, making the bag as hard as a rock. The other security guards used to horse around and warm up in there, but after one of the younger guards tried punching the sandbag, hurt his hand, and yelped in pain, no one dared to try again. The place truly became William Smith’s private training ground, and all his leftover energy was vented on these tools every day.