This... Cannot Be Measured by Price; You Lost

Wude turned his head toward Kuroh and gave him the disdain of a king.

Unfortunately, the girl from Yutai was too short to see anything clearly.

She flashed a wicked grin and teasingly poked the big brother's leg. "Big brother, you still really want to go take a look, right? Who doesn't like pretty ladies?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Wude rubbed her head and led the girl away. Taking a little girl to the Pleasure District would be inappropriate.

"I'm going back by myself, then. Big brother, you'd better bring back a courtesan queen." After saying this, the girl ran into the alley without looking back, considerately using the Disappearance Technique.

Wude noticed everyone around him looking at him with expressions that said, "We understand. We're all the same."

"I..." Wude was stunned. What was wrong with this world? It was so vulgar. Was he that kind of person?

"My lord, we're only going to have a drink, watch some dancing, and draw a lot. It won't take much time," the human tools said one after another.

"That's true." Wude nodded, then followed the crowd with an expression that said he was being forced along.

What a double standard...

Night fell. In a spacious plaza, countless guests who had been invited sat around tables set up outside.

On the three-story wooden building, the Pleasure District had thoughtfully removed part of the outer wall on the second floor, turning it into a ready-made stage.

Wude had no idea why, but despite not paying anything or showing off at all, he was invited to sit at the table in the very front.

While the human tools marveled at how rich Diqisi was, he yawned and prepared to catch up on sleep.

When the Pleasure District girls took the stage, dancing and showing off their figures, he fell asleep.

Training day and night had simply exhausted him.

When the geishas took the stage to perform, playing the qin and displaying their singing voices, he had just woken up and was still dazed.

At the same table, a young lady sent over to conduct a little probing clenched her fists and cursed "bastard" nonstop in her heart. She had come over to serve him drinks, but this guy not only refused to drink or eat—he would not even speak to her.

As a little beauty beloved by the guests and a "bad woman" in outsiders' mouths, her charm had taken its first tumble—and kept tripping over itself on flat ground.

"Won't you have a drink, sir?" the young lady asked softly.

Wude lifted his wine cup and gave it a sniff. "I don't like it."

He missed the fine wine from Shanks's homeland, the West Blue.

"Then have something to eat?" the young lady asked with a bitter smile.

"Put some food in my bowl," Wude teased.

The young lady actually reached out with her chopsticks, picked up several slices of meat, and offered them to him with a professional smile.

"The meat's too greasy." Wude shook his head and pushed it away.

The young lady picked up two leaves.

"Too bland."

"?"

The young lady picked up a peanut.

"You want me to eat it?"

"Mhm. Open your mouth~"

Wude glanced thoughtfully at the food and wine, then put on a frivolous expression. "I'm not eating it. Heh... I'll make you furious~"

"You... Hmph!" The young lady angrily slammed down her chopsticks and got up to leave.

"My lord, wasn't that a little unnecessary?" Jia looked at Wude in confusion.

"Did you enjoy the wine?"

"Yes."

"You ate the food too?"

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Wude nodded while suppressing his laughter. Without changing expression, he looked toward the graceful figures on the second-floor stage and said softly, "Fend for yourselves."

This island gave him an intense sense of incongruity.

As everyone knew, the Straw Hat Crew often let their guard down while relaxing, only to be ambushed and defeated by the "simple and honest" residents of the various islands.

One must never lower one's guard. That was the proper survival attitude for sailing.

Wude appeared to have begun watching the beautiful women's performance, displaying his true lecherous nature.

In reality, he was observing the situation around him.

Hmm, that potential enemy is really fair-skinned.

That potential enemy has such delicate features.

Slurp, slurp—that was Jia swallowing his drool.

The courtesan queens came onstage one after another and stood together to perform a dance for everyone.

On the third floor, the windows were wide open.

The moment the female proprietor appeared by the window, she overshadowed the combined charm of the four courtesan queens.

She tilted her head slightly and looked down with an arrogant sneer.

"Ha~" Wude stretched and yawned, completely unlike the pack of hungry wolves whose eyes were shining.

What does that have to do with me? Will staring at her get me a wife?

Hah, how shallow.

Smack!

The third-floor window was slammed shut, accompanied by a cold snort.

After the courtesan queens finished dancing, they began ordering the girls to distribute the lots.

"Guests who draw lots carved with a red heart, plum blossom, lip print, or hairpin mark will each receive a chance to meet the corresponding courtesan queen," the madam explained from the second-floor stage.

A Pleasure District girl walked up to Wude and handed him the wooden tube with a smile. "Would you like me to draw one for you, handsome big brother?"

"Whatever." Wude immediately played his trump card—the straight man's classic response.

"Alright~" The Pleasure District girl laughed so hard her whole body trembled, then drew out a lot and handed it to Wude.

"I..." Wude took the lot and looked at the hairpin mark on it. He nearly vomited blood.

Had he finally gotten his unlucky-guy visa approved?

"That's extraordinarily good luck, sir." The woman smiled as she handed the wooden tube to Jia.

Wude stared at the lot as if questioning his life, then looked at the beauty smiling at him from the second floor.

It was the qipao-clad beauty from the welcoming ceremony that day.

Heh. The courtesan queen welcomed him, the proprietor welcomed him, and the courtesan queen drew lots to meet a guest...

I don't believe a word of it!

If he had not happened to search up the process of a courtesan queen's street parade in his previous life, he might actually have believed it.

"Should I throw it away?" Wude said this aloud while sizing up the others to see if anyone wanted to buy it.

Wude casually prepared to throw it away, enraging the qipao-clad courtesan queen on the second floor and making the pirates look ready to overturn the tables.

"Brother, how about selling it to me? Five million Berry!" a pirate said excitedly.

"You normally have to spend more than that just to see a courtesan queen." Wude looked at the man with disdain.

He changed his mind and did not throw it away. The courtesan queen on the second floor let out a sigh of relief.

If he threw the lot away, she felt as though she had been rejected by a hooligan, insulting both her beauty and her talents.

Wude squeezed the lot a little harder, leaving a finger mark on it. "I might as well crush it."

"You're my big brother—don't destroy it!" A Marine mixed among the banquet tables hurriedly stopped him. He looked toward Wude. "I'll give you twenty million Berry for the lot!"

"Too little." Wude looked at him with disdain in his heart.

"Thirty million Berry!" the Marine hurriedly raised the price.

"Still not enough." Wude waved his hand.

"How about forty million Berry? If that's not enough, I can add more!" the Marine said with a smile.

"Sorry, I'm not selling. A woman's feelings are priceless." After saying this, Wude crushed the lot in one hand. He looked at his future colleague as though he were garbage. How much has this guy embezzled?

"You..." The Marine was rendered speechless.

He sat back down helplessly. He had lost in every way.

His emotional intelligence had lost to Wude, the fake straight man. As for strength?

An invisible figure had pressed down on his shoulder. Cold sweat poured down the Marine's face as he looked around frantically for the enemy.

"Feelings shouldn't be treated lightly. I don't want to waste the lady's kindness, so I'll pass. My apologies." Wude's emotional intelligence suddenly shot upward as he apologized to the courtesan queen on the second floor.

"Phew~" The qipao-clad courtesan queen let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had not been humiliated. She smiled at him.

On the third floor, the window slowly closed until only a narrow gap remained.