When Suren came out of Ah Kun's Bathhouse, it was already well into the night.
By the roadside, he saw Kai looking refreshed and invigorated.
The fellow had disappeared after entering the bathhouse, probably sneaking off to another one to enjoy the hot springs. When he saw Suren come out, he started up the motorcycle and asked with a grin, "Brother, how was it? The bathhouse here wasn't bad, right?"
Seeing his suggestive expression, Suren guessed that he wasn't genuinely curious about what luxurious service he had enjoyed. He wanted to know what embarrassing situation Suren had encountered.
After all, the last time Kai had come here, those capable women had teased him until he was nearly beside himself with embarrassment. The looks in those old women's eyes had been far too sharp, and their lewd remarks had left him with lasting psychological trauma.
Suren guessed what Kai was thinking and smiled without elaborating. "Not bad."
As he spoke, a fleeting, suggestive image flashed through his mind.
Mm. That gambling young widow did have a great figure.
Although Qiantiao had never put on airs around familiar gang members, and everyone exchanged plenty of cheeky remarks when they talked, apart from her gambling habit, Suren had never heard of the big shot having a messy private life.
Suren felt that she seemed to have no interest in men at all.
"Oh~"
Kai assumed Suren was too embarrassed to talk about his predicament and gave him an I understand smile.
The two rode their motorcycles back to Green Street.
It was not too late when they returned. Suren went to the gambling den and caught the final headline gladiatorial match for Professionals, harvesting a few soul fragments along the way.
At least the night had not been wasted.
Then he went to