"Boss, that's not all."
The sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked thug edged closer and lowered his voice. "There's an even finer one. Looks like an immortal maiden stepped right out of a painting, with skin so fair and tender you could squeeze water from it!"
"The lads have checked everything out," another hurriedly added,
saying, "They're both musicians at the Brilliant Pavilion. Word is they sell their talents, not their bodies. They might even still be virgins..."
"The Brilliant Pavilion?"
Hu Dahai's brows abruptly knitted. He lifted the large bowl on the table and gulped down a mouthful of wine, then rubbed the dark circles around his eyes, bruised-looking from too much drink and debauchery, and fell silent in thought.
The Flying Eagle Gang was merely a small, lowly gang in Luoyang City. As its leader, Hu Dahai had relied on his peak Qi Transformation Realm cultivation and ruthless methods to gather a pack of urban foxes and gutter rats. Through moneylending, extortion, and forcing decent women into prostitution, he had become the local tyrant of this little patch of slums in the south of the city.
Yet the name Brilliant Pavilion forced him to weigh his options. Rumor in the martial world held that it belonged to the Cui Family. Though the Cui Family had fallen from power, even a camel starved to death was bigger than a horse.
Those who frequented the Brilliant Pavilion were either rich or powerful. In this unfathomable Capital City, if he meddled with some great figure's private plaything...
At that thought, Hu Dahai unconsciously squeezed his legs together and gave two dry chuckles.
"Boss, we can't let this chance slip!"
His underlings could barely contain themselves. "Those two women are just renting an ordinary loft inside the South Gate. They're plainly just ordinary musicians. The little