Ha, such a beautiful girl is really rare. Andrew Brooks couldn't help but want to make a little joke—after all, everyone here is just a passerby. "Mm, my home is in Phoenix, so I won't be staying at a hotel."

What he said was absolutely true, but unfortunately, Andrew Brooks spoke in the dialect of the Donglinshui village area, which sounded quite different from the dialect spoken in downtown Phoenix.

The pure-looking girl's eyes flickered, suddenly becoming as soft and limpid as a curved spring, full of tenderness. "Big brother, we have other services too, all very comfortable and cheap..."

She was a prostitute—there's no way Andrew Brooks hadn't heard of this before. He immediately realized what was going on, but he was quite puzzled, as the girl's temperament didn't seem like someone in that line of work.

The image of a pure and lovely girl was shattered, and he instantly felt a bit annoyed, raising his voice, "Other services? Oh, so what other services do you have?"

"Not much," seeing the security guards and staff at the long-distance bus station all looking over, a trace of unease appeared on the girl's face. "Just chatting with you and stuff like that."

"Just chatting?" Andrew Brooks was a bit confused. It seemed that what the newspapers reported might not be entirely accurate. "No other services?"

"Big brother, you're so bad!" The girl's face flushed, and she glared at him with a look that was both annoyed and amused, then spoke in a low voice, "Just chatting, what other service do you want, big brother?"

"Chatting is fine, chatting is fine," Andrew Brooks nodded. "But I'm in a hurry, can we just chat for a little while?"

"Come with me, big brother," the girl put down the sign she was holding, her cold little hand grabbing his warm big hand, and hurriedly led him outside.

"This Black Widow has found another good catch today," a security guard at the bus station watched the two leave, sighed, and shook his head. "Why are there so many people in the world with such low emotional intelligence?"

"What are you mumbling about?" Another security guard came over, looking like the boss. "Next time she comes in, just ask her for an extra pack of cigarettes, problem solved. There are so many people in the world, can you really worry about all of them?"

The girl led Andrew Brooks through several twists and turns, into a small alley, and up to a little two-story building.

"This is worth twenty?" The deputy village chief was a bit dumbfounded. The whole room had nothing but a bed and two chairs. It wasn't that the owner was stingy, but there simply wasn't enough space for anything else.

"Isn't there still me?" The girl gave him a sweet smile. "Alright, what do you want to chat about?"

As she spoke, the girl took off her coat and then unzipped her leather skirt. On her long legs, she wore only a pair of thermal pants and thin stockings.

"Put your clothes back on, it's cold," Andrew Brooks was unhappy. So it really is prostitution? Taking advantage of my low emotional intelligence? Damn, this isn't over!

To be honest, he was upset because he had misjudged her. Naturally, he felt uncomfortable—a pure-looking young girl actually being a prostitute made him feel a bit indignant, though the source of that indignation was already hard to trace.

And sure enough, it wasn't over. The girl hadn't even had time to put her clothes back on when—bang!—the door was kicked open, and seven or eight burly men stormed in aggressively.

"Punk, you dare seduce my girlfriend? Tell me, do you want to settle this officially or privately?" A particularly tall, bald man crossed his arms and glared coldly at Andrew Brooks.

A setup—this was a setup, the classic "honey trap" scam.

No doubt about it, some "immortal" was about to jump up in rage, which just goes to show how fitting the name of this trick really is.

Chapter 11: So Arrogant, So Messed Up

To be fair, this treatment was already pretty good. Andrew Brooks was tall and strapping, and obviously a young guy. These people running the "honey trap" scam didn't want to push him too far; otherwise, whether they settled it officially or privately, a good beating would be inevitable.

"Officially or privately?" Andrew Brooks looked at the group—no doubt, each one had a fierce face, and two of them were even holding clubs.

It was definitely going to be settled privately, but the way he planned to handle it was absolutely not what they had in mind.

To be honest, Andrew Brooks had offended a lot of people in the Immortal Realm, and not without reason. One reason was that his way of doing things could be especially messed up at times, especially when he hated someone—his methods tended to be pretty underhanded.

Now, he hated this bunch, so of course he was going to scheme against them. The honey trap was no threat to him physically, but the insult to his emotional intelligence was just too much. "Alright, privately then. So how do you want to settle this?"

Huh, such a compliant guy? The bald man couldn't help but size him up.

Andrew Brooks's clothes weren't exactly fancy, and he wasn't particularly tidy. Donglinshui was short on water, so his clothes were wrinkled and looked pretty ordinary.

Still, the way city people dressed was different from rural folks. The bald man could tell at a glance that this guy was probably from the city, or at least a villager who had been in the city for many years and become assimilated.

A fat sheep, huh? The bald man curled his lip. "Alright, since you're so sensible, just hand over... three thousand yuan, and you can go."