Taking the membership card handed back by the mamasan, Emily Thompson rested his head on the ample chest of a Japanese beauty, one hand wandering over the secret place of another Japanese beauty, while asking, “Where are the rooms here?” Beside him, David Brooks was also indulging in his own pleasures.

The mamasan, very tactful, said, “Young Thompson, we have specially prepared luxury suites. Would you like to take a look...?”

That night, Emily Thompson sang anti-Japanese revolutionary songs while galloping atop the snow-white bodies of three Japanese girls. This exhilarating pleasure allowed Emily Thompson to perform beyond his usual level, lasting five hours with the three women.

“Raise the broadsword and strike at the devils’ heads...”—Emily Thompson plunged again and again into the “depths of the jungle,” singing until his throat was hoarse before finally calling it a night. The three Japanese girls beside him had long since fallen into a deep, boneless sleep. Before drifting off in satisfaction, they all had the same thought: China is truly a wonderful place. Selling their bodies not only earned them money, but also fulfilled desires they could never satisfy back home. Most amazing of all, the Chinese clients would passionately make love while singing beautiful songs. Though they couldn’t understand the lyrics, the enchanting melodies were intoxicating and mesmerizing. Oh my! Chinese clients are simply perfect.

As for David Brooks, he was somewhat outmatched by Emily Thompson—after all, it was one against three, and with the most insatiable Japanese girls at that. But thanks to his strong sense of patriotism and his “undaunted in the face of death” iron will, he too performed beyond his usual level. Although his aching back the next day made him uncomfortable, it was all worth it.

Chapter 9: An Unexpected Move (Part 1)

The morning after Emily Thompson and David Brooks’s wild night at Jinyu Mantang.

On the fifth floor of Jinyu Mantang, in a lavishly decorated conference room, a slightly chubby, well-dressed middle-aged man was fawningly addressing a sixty-something elder in front of him: “Old Parker, what brings you here in person? If you need anything, you could have just given the word. Making you come all this way—how could I, as your junior, possibly feel at ease?”

Ignoring the middle-aged man’s flattery, the elder known as Old Parker said coldly, “Where are the things I asked you to prepare?”

At these words, the middle-aged man quickly replied, “Everything’s ready. I brought the surveillance footage over first thing this morning. Would you like to watch it now?”

Seeing Old Parker nod slightly, the middle-aged man tactfully pressed the remote, turning on the rear projector at the front, and stood respectfully to the side, inwardly speculating about the reason for Old Parker’s visit.

After all, Old Parker was the number two man under the real boss behind Jinyu Mantang. For someone of his status to come here personally, it had to be something important. But the surveillance footage Old Parker asked for—he’d watched it over a dozen times and found nothing unusual. It was just a lucky kid winning some money, and there was no cheating involved. Things like this happened countless times at Jinyu Mantang, so why had it drawn Old Parker’s attention this time?

Unable to figure it out, the middle-aged man dared not ask further.

The scene on the projector was exactly the match between Emily Thompson and the fat man who called himself James Parker. Old Parker stared unblinkingly at the screen. When it played to the moment James Parker pressed the dice cup, Old Parker’s eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light, his body trembled slightly, and he blurted out in surprise, “Qi emission!”

“How is this possible? He’s just a guy in his twenties—even if he started training in the womb, he couldn’t have this level of skill.” Muttering to himself, Old Parker suddenly realized someone else was present. His expression tightened as he looked at the confused middle-aged man and said, “I’m taking this surveillance footage with me. Just pretend you didn’t hear what I said. Also, if you ever see the young man from this footage here again, notify me immediately. Understood?”

As the manager of Jinyu Mantang, the middle-aged man naturally obeyed Old Parker without question. From Old Parker’s tone, he seemed to value this young man highly. Seizing the chance to curry favor, he said, “Old Parker, if you want to know this young man’s identity, that’s easy. Every guest at Jinyu Mantang has a membership card, and since he won money at the casino, our cashier should have relevant records. Shall I pull up the information for you?”

Old Parker smiled approvingly and said, “Good, go check. I’ll wait here.”

A moment later, a detailed file on Emily Thompson was delivered to Old Parker.

After taking the file, Old Parker didn’t look at it closely. He simply instructed the middle-aged man that if this young man ever came to Jinyu Mantang again, all his expenses would be waived and he should be treated with the highest standards. After giving these orders, Old Parker left quickly.