CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 79 TRAP 5_1

The first man’s voice lowered slightly. "Well, about that thing you mentioned last time, I’ll get someone on it for you tomorrow. You know this isn’t easy; I’ll have to pull out all the stops. I don’t want any other reward, just have your girl keep me company tonight... No, she needs to stay with me for a week. After a week, I can even return her to you..."

"Haha, sounds good, sounds good..." The short, fat man, realizing Third Master had finally relented, sounded audibly surprised. "Third Master, you really agreed? You’ve given your word, so no backing out! Tonight, we’re playing Russian roulette..."

Russian roulette! Others might not understand what this meant, but Yan Xixi knew. She had learned about it back when she was working as a bar shill. It was a game popular among the rich second-generation kids. To put it simply, at these parties, numerous escort girls would be gathered. All the men would then take turns with them. A new song would play every few minutes, and when the music stopped, the man who finished first was the loser. The loser had to gift the girl a sports car. Some played an even more extreme version, betting on whose child the girl would give birth to ten months later. Similarly, that loser would also have to gift the girl a car and a house. It was precisely because of the allure of such immense monetary rewards. Naturally, a steady stream of these escort girls would flock to them. They were unafraid of the consequences, letting these men degrade them as they pleased.

Clearly, the "Russian roulette" the short, fat man spoke of was exactly this. She had known the term before, but hearing it firsthand today sent shockwaves through her.

Yan Xixi quietly leaned against the wall, hardly daring to breathe. No wonder Wan Donglin had been complaining. The woman he’d brought out a few days ago wasn’t pretty enough, and he’d been ridiculed by others. So, tonight he was taking her to show off. He’d gotten his wish and was being envied.

The two men left, laughing and chatting. She quickly and quietly hid until they were completely gone, only then did she slowly emerge.

Wan Donglin was up ahead, mingling with a crowd. When he saw her, he scowled impatiently. "What took you so long? Where did you disappear to?"

Before she could answer, the short, fat man approached. His thick, heavy hand landed on her shoulder and casually slid downwards. "Beautiful girl, how about you tell me your lovely name?"

Her body tensed. Wan Donglin simply watched her, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Pretty girl, why aren’t you speaking?" the fat man pressed.

She remained silent.

Growing impatient, the fat man snapped, "Are you mute?"

She hastily glanced at Wan Donglin, who was smiling strangely, ambiguously. He nodded. "Believe it or not, she actually is mute."

Several people in the surrounding crowd exclaimed, "Really mute?"

"Third Master, no way! This woman is mute?"

Wan Donglin added, "Not only is she mute, but her hearing isn’t too sharp either."

"Heavens! So it’s true that most deaf people are mute?" one person gasped, referencing the old saying.

Yan Xixi’s face burned as red as blood, but the party lights were even redder, so no one noticed her distress.

Wan Donglin put his arm around her shoulder, his large hand caressing her fair back, looking utterly pleased with himself. "She’s perfect in every way, except she can’t speak. My apologies for this, everyone."

Someone marveled, "Indeed, nothing in this world is perfect. If she weren’t mute, it’d be unbelievable for someone to be this beautiful..."

"Could it be plastic surgery?"

"Pfft! Plastic surgery? Why don’t you go try it? Those so-called ’masterpieces’ of plastic surgery are nowhere near as beautiful as her. You couldn’t get results like this even *with* plastic surgery..."

"What a pity. So she really is mute?"