“Fifty thousand? Looks like you’re still quite a bit short. But if you…” Ethan Carter lifted his eyes and sized up the other person, his gaze already making his intentions clear: “Of course! If you’re not willing, you can go out and find other men. In the red-light district, it’s not hard for a pretty girl to make money. By my estimate, you’d only need to take on a little over a hundred clients to scrape together the amount I mentioned.”

Grace stared at Ethan Carter in disbelief. The words coming out of this seemingly refined man’s mouth were even more vicious than what she’d read in her research.

The Gold Supreme, the only Gold Supreme in the Special Services Club. Always charged exorbitant fees, but every case he took on was completed flawlessly.

If this had happened a few days ago, Grace would have slapped him twice and walked away without looking back. But ever since half a month ago, when her father’s company was pushed to the brink of bankruptcy by Brian Harris’s fraudulent schemes, if things kept getting worse, her whole family would have no choice but to jump off a building.

The Gold Supreme of the Special Services Club was her only hope. For her parents, who had suffered so much, for her parents whose hair had turned white overnight from worry, Grace stood there pale and trembling, saying, “I want you to carry out the task today.”

Ethan Carter stopped his game and spread his hands: “No problem. But you should know all my details, right?”

Gold Supreme: Age unknown, height unknown, weight unknown, specialties unknown, address: frequently changes, currently at No. 56, Red-Light District, Binhai City, Xuanhu Clinic. Hobbies: money, beautiful women (virgins). Payment method: no deposit, full payment up front, then the job gets done.

The information flashed through Grace’s mind one by one. The color that had just returned to her face drained away again, and she began to tremble.

“Come on!” Ethan Carter reclined his chair, which instantly transformed into a bed for resting.

“Here?” Grace looked at the pedestrians passing by outside the glass door. Although she had anticipated this outcome before coming, the thought of giving up her first time in such a place was enough to drive her mad.

Ethan Carter smiled and pointed to the door of the clinic: “Don’t you see the red light is on? No one will disturb us.”

Grace, trembling, undid her belt. Her pants slid to the floor as the belt came undone, and her snow-white underwear was pulled down as well. Ethan Carter, who hadn’t moved until now, suddenly rolled over and pinned her beneath him. A wave of searing pain shot up from her lower body.

Twenty years of being raised as a proper lady, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, always mindful of etiquette and shame—yet here, in this so-called red-light district, a few threatening words from this seemingly refined man had taken everything from her.

Grace buried her head in the man’s shoulder, not seeing the slender silver needle that Ethan Carter quickly jabbed into her body with one hand.

She didn’t even have time to feel the pain before she fainted in Ethan Carter’s arms.

A pair of fangs, over an inch long, appeared in Ethan Carter’s mouth. Slowly, bit by bit, they pierced into the back of the unconscious Grace’s neck. In an instant, red threads of blood spread across Grace’s entire body, emitting a faint, strange red glow. Gradually, the red threads gathered together, forming a red dot between Grace’s brows, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, Ethan Carter withdrew his fangs, took out his Revitalizing Pill, gently crushed it, and applied it to Grace’s neck. The wound there quickly vanished without a trace.

At the same time, a tidal wave of pleasure caused the unconscious Grace to wake up again. She could no longer control her body, moving in rhythm with Ethan Carter. She threw her head back, her long hair falling loose, her mouth slightly open, letting out loud cries that even she herself didn’t understand.

Chapter Four: Zombie Doctor

Money is called the almighty item by people.

There’s even a saying: “With money, you can make the devil turn the millstone.”

This fully demonstrates the magic of money, and it’s as if it’s telling people that as long as you have enough money, even ghosts and gods can be bought.

For the rich, they may not know if money can buy off ghosts and gods. But they know very well that money can buy other people’s youth, buy other people’s bodies.

Especially in recent years, one of Binhai City’s outstanding private entrepreneurs, Brian Harris, has turned the use of money into an art form. In the business world, some even jokingly call him the magician of money.

In a mansion, after taking some drugs, Brian Harris was having a wild time in bed with a young, beautiful woman. Their unrestrained laughter and cries echoed up and down in the empty mansion.

Ethan Carter stood not far from the mansion’s entrance, frowning as he looked at a bagua mirror hanging above the doorframe.

“Having money is great! Even guys who get rich through fraud can be protected, and not be bothered by the likes of us evil spirits.”