Do You Like These Legs Too?

Within the Jiaofang Si, the faint sound of string and wind instruments drifted through the air.

The Madam swayed her hips, gently pushing open the door to the Di Zi Room, her face plastered with a fawning smile as she glided in.

"Lord Liu." Her voice was soft and cajoling, laced with flattery.

"What use are you?" Liu Wei sat at the table, his face full of displeasure.

He set his wine cup down heavily, the liquor splashing out, his eyes brimming with dissatisfaction: "Where is Miss Du Juan?"

"Lord Liu, don't be impatient, Du Juan will be out shortly, but..."

The Madam furrowed her brows slightly, putting on a troubled expression, a flicker of cunning in her eyes.

"But what?" Liu Wei pressed.

There was already a hint of impatience in his tone.

"But Young Master Qian Du and Young Master Lü Xiu next door also want Du Juan's company. You know, those two can't be offended. So we have to decide the guest through 'Flower Appreciation'."

The Madam said cautiously, her eyes darting to gauge Liu Wei's expression.

Flower Appreciation was essentially tipping, much like being the top donor.

Upon hearing this.

Liu Wei let out a scornful laugh, dripping with contempt. "You're afraid to offend them, but you're not afraid to offend our Demon Suppression Division!"

His gaze was sharp as a blade, piercing straight at the Madam.

"Lord Liu." The Madam froze, her smile instantly stiffening.

"You know we're a bunch of Martial Artists—poor, crude, and blunt. You want to provoke me, humiliate me with money."

Liu Wei's eyes blazed with fury. He snatched up the wine cup and hurled its contents into the Madam's face, liquor splashing everywhere. "Get out! Bitch."

His voice boomed like a bell, full of rage.

Chen Bin smiled. This guy was sharp enough, with plenty of self-awareness.

The Madam trembled in fright, not even daring to wipe the wine from her face. She forced a flattering smile, bowed, and hurriedly retreated from the Di Zi Room, muttering repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

For a moment, inside the Di Zi Room, the Singing Girls who had been laughing and chatting fell silent as cicadas in winter, fear flickering in their eyes.

They shrank into the Captains' arms, not daring to breathe too loudly.

The Captains also paused their actions, looking toward their leader.

Only Chen Bin continued eating his meat unhurriedly, as if nothing that had just happened concerned him.

Liu Wei looked at Chen Bin, forcing a smile onto his face. "Brother Chen, don't laugh at me."

"Brother Liu is formidable. These petty tricks can't fool you, after all." Chen Bin looked up and replied with a smile.

"You flatter me!" Liu Wei raised his cup in a toast to Chen Bin.

Chen Bin raised his cup in return. They drank together, the liquor burning as it went down, carrying a hint of exhilaration.

At that moment.

The door creaked open.

Li Kun appeared at the entrance, drenched in sweat and panting heavily, as if he had sprinted all the way.

"Sorry, I'm late."

He said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Is your wife's back better?" someone teased.

Li Kun replied, "I told my wife this was a treat from the boss, so I had to come."

"Take a seat!" Liu Wei glanced at him and said casually, his tone relaxed.

"I'm done eating. Take my spot here." Chen Bin stood up and slowly walked toward the window.

The windows of the Jiaofang Si's private rooms all faced inward, toward the Courtyard's large stage.

Outside the window, on the stage.

The show below had begun.

"Next, please welcome Miss Du Juan to perform a dance."

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With a crisp announcement, a woman with a charming face appeared gracefully on the stage.

She had a voluptuous figure, her long legs faintly visible beneath a sheer veil. With every step, she swayed enticingly, instantly drawing cheers and thunderous applause from the audience below.

"This humble woman, Du Juan, offers a dance to all you esteemed guests. I hope you'll show your support." Du Juan's voice was soft, like a nightingale's song, intoxicating to hear.

As her words fell, the sound of zither and flute rose leisurely, like babbling brook water.

Du Juan began to dance, her long sleeves fluttering like clouds on the horizon.

Every movement she made was light and graceful, as if she were a celestial maiden stepping out of a painting.

Chen Bin stood by the window, quietly watching Du Juan dance below.

If even this is just a county town's Jiaofang Si, then the one in Dongyang Prefecture must be breathtaking enough to topple cities and nations.

He couldn't help but say, "Truly a remarkable beauty."

"Does Your Excellency think Sister Du Juan is beautiful too?"

The little female demon beside him, her eyes sparkling, asked while pouring wine for Chen Bin.

Chen Bin took the wine glass, his gaze still fixed on Du Juan. "Quite beautiful, like a fox spirit."

His voice was soft, carrying a hint of appreciation and teasing.

The little demon trembled slightly at his words, but quickly masked it with a smile as she continued to pour Chen Bin's wine. "Your Excellency sure knows how to joke."

Liu Wei also walked to the window, a trace of intoxication in his eyes. "Chen Bin, what do you think?"

Chen Bin had no talent for appreciating dance, so he simply said flatly, "Not bad. The legs are nice."

His eyes fell on Du Juan's legs, which moved with the rhythm of the dance—sometimes spinning lightly, sometimes stretching elegantly.

Liu Wei looked at him, surprise filling his gaze, as if he had found a kindred spirit. "You like those legs too?"

Chen Bin said, "Isn't it obvious?"

"Great minds think alike!" Liu Wei praised, nodding repeatedly.

The other Captains also came to the window, gazing at Du Juan on the stage, their faces showing infatuated expressions, deeply captivated by her dance.

Soon, the music ended and the dance stopped.

The lingering notes seemed to echo in the air, leaving everyone wanting more.

"Now, let the esteemed patrons bestow their rewards!"

The Little Turtle Eunuch shouted in a shrill voice, the sound reverberating through the Jiaofang Si.

Soon, one generous reward after another was announced by the eunuch.

"The esteemed patron in the Yellow Character type room rewards five hundred taels."

"The esteemed patron in the Mysterious Character type room rewards seven hundred taels."

His voice paused. "The esteemed patron in the Earth Character type room..."

No sound came from the Di Zi Room.

"Oh, he's... let's wait a moment."

The eunuch's voice carried a hint of confusion.

After another moment, there was still no movement from the Di Zi Room.

Everyone on the first floor looked up curiously at the window of the Di Zi Room. When they saw it was the Demon Suppression Division, no one dared to laugh mockingly, their gazes tinged with a hint of awe.

The reputation of the Demon Suppression Division still commanded some fear.

Just then, laughter came from the neighboring Heavenly Character type room.

Lü Xiu, dressed in fine robes, stood by the window, his folding fan snapping open with a "pa." "Since the Di Zi Room hasn't figured out how to reward, we'll go first with a thousand taels of silver."

"Brother Lü, how can you break the rules like this?" Qian Du said beside him, a look of regret on his face.

Then he laughed loudly and announced to everyone, "Brother Lü's share is his own; mine doesn't count. I'll wait until the Di Zi Room makes their move before I do."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed, the sound echoing through the Jiaofang Si.

"They seem like the poor beggars of the Demon Suppression Division," someone muttered quietly.

"What, the Demon Suppression Division can afford to come to the Jiaofang Si too?" another chimed in.

"Haha, aren't they just a bunch of paupers?"

The venue erupted in cheer, the crowd's chatter growing louder.

Just then, the door to the room creaked open again.