"Hm!?"
Lin San suddenly raised his head in confusion and glanced around the private room. For some reason, he felt as if something dirty was watching him.
But in the next second, his gaze was drawn to the dancing girls.
He didn't look at their faces once, but never took his eyes off their legs. ??
"Brother Lin!"
Qin Feng asked, "Is this treatment for your pain really effective?"
"Mm!"
Lin San nodded in agreement.
Ever since he'd arrived at Baijinhang, the young ladies had made him forget his pain, replacing it with a cheerful mood.
"Same here!"
Qin Hao nodded repeatedly beside him, already unable to remember what pain was.
"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host, for leading the Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son astray. You have received 200,000 Villain Points!"
"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host, for leading the Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son astray. You have received 200,000 Villain Points!"
"Double the fun again!!"
Qin Feng was overjoyed, as if a lecher had unlocked a new position.
"Brother Qin, is this place expensive?"
Lin San suddenly asked.
Compared to the young ladies' shyness, he was more concerned about the shyness of his own purse.
"Don't worry!"
Qin Feng waved his hand. "This place only looks expensive. It's actually not cheap at all!"
"That's good..."
Lin San had just breathed a sigh of relief when he froze in the next second.
What did he mean, it only looked expensive but actually wasn't cheap!?
Meanwhile—
While Qin Feng and the others were partying, undercurrents surged through the capital.
Ever since Qin Feng had slaughtered the scholars some time ago, people of ambition from all walks of life had begun secretly contacting one another. They had gathered in the Great Qin capital, hoping to sabotage the founding ceremony.
Dozens of figures occupied a small courtyard somewhere in the