The two of them walked into Osmanthus Tower, one in front of the other.
Wu was practically on the verge of tears. The so-called prostitutes they had just seen in front of Osmanthus Tower were dressed quite provocatively, with curvy figures and very professional looks—but their faces... Damn, they didn't have faces at all!
Above their necks, these women had something resembling braised eggs. They were completely smooth and bald, with nothing on them whatsoever.
But voices came from their bodies, delicate and endlessly melodious. If he ignored their faces, they really would have been quite appealing.
Panic showed on Wu's face as he whispered to Wu Feng, "Wu Feng, stop pretending to be cool and deal with this already. These women don't look like good people."
Wu Feng rolled his eyes at Wu and said, "Do you really need to tell me that? But the fact that this place can even control my body means there's a very high chance that some opportunity lies here. We should still go in and take a look."
"Damn it, go in and take a look? I don't want to go in. I feel like Osmanthus Tower is a huge mouth, and we're the food. Once we go in, we won't be able to get out!"
As Wu struggled desperately, he nevertheless walked obediently into a small private room in Osmanthus Tower.
Wu Feng followed him inside.
After bringing the two men in, the few faceless women all appeared extremely wanton. They even began taking off their clothes.
"Uh, they said this was a brothel with rather low standards, but it shouldn't be this low, should it? They start taking off their clothes as soon as you enter?"
Wu was utterly speechless. He spoke excitedly to Wu Feng.
Wu Feng, however, remained calm