Capítulo 3: Chapter 3

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The burly man had already reached the compartment, which was separated from Chen Mo only by a simple piece of cardboard that felt like it could be pierced through at any moment, bringing the man right up to his face.

After finishing all this, Sister Li, that crazy woman, showed no sign of stopping. She began to thrust slowly, and it was blatantly obvious just how insane she was as she breathed heavily.

Chen Mo didn't dare make a sound, and the tattooed man also angrily approached the compartment. What he saw was just a wall.

Grabbing a steel pipe, he unceremoniously struck the compartment, but fortunately, the club had put some thought into this aspect, incorporating a special mechanism.

If the special mechanism wasn't found, hitting it would be no different than hitting a wall.

"Damn it, you must have heard wrong, right?"

The tattooed man cursed angrily.

Sister Li's movements became even more fierce as she gasped continuously.

At first, Chen Mo was somewhat worried, but in the end, when he realized that the tattooed man and his group truly couldn't find the compartment, he also began to act unrestrainedly.

Thrusting forward, in the moment that the bald man stepped out of the private room, Chen Mo and Sister Li both reached their peak, and he fiercely sent his burning passion into the warmest part of Sister Li.

In the moment the bald man stepped out, he felt something hard under his foot. Picking it up, he saw it was a student ID.

…

When Chen Mo stepped out of the private room, he was already drenched in sweat. Sister Li hung on to a look of satisfaction and a trace of blush, looking irresistibly alluring, clearly conquered by Chen Mo.

A mature woman is a mature woman; their wildness can be overpowering. It's good that Chen Mo is a young guy; otherwise, he might have been overwhelmed.

Sister Li tossed a stack of money to Chen Mo, walked up to him with her purse, patted him on the face, and smiled faintly.

"You're really big! I'm very satisfied," she said. "Youth does wonders for the body. Take good care of yourself. This is your tip, and I'll be back next time. Oh, and I'll talk about you with my girlfriends, Technician No. 9!"

After saying this, Sister Li turned and left.

Sitting on the sofa, Chen Mo was drenched in sweat and still hadn't snapped back to reality.

He didn't even dare to think about the kind of torment he would have suffered if he had been caught by the tattooed man.

A smirk crossed his lips as he held the money in his hand. People hustle just for a bit of silver, which ironically can dispel a world of melancholy.

Chen Mo began to love his job; most of those who came to this clubhouse were mature women. It was satisfying and lucrative!

Chen Mo was a college student. His parents had gone missing years ago, and he had a younger sister who was two years his junior.

He was a junior in college, while his sister was a freshman.

His sister's tuition and living expenses, everything relied on Chen Mo to find a way.

Exiting the private room, outside there was a middle-aged man with a crew cut, his hair standing up like the spines on a porcupine's back.

A dragon tattoo sprawled across his chest, and he wore a vest that made him look extremely muscular.

"Brother Long," Chen Mo greeted the middle-aged man as he approached.

The middle-aged man was the club's enforcer. His name was Fu Hailong, and it was said that he used to be quite a figure.

Glancing at Chen Mo, Fu Hailong chuckled, "Kid, you're doing well. That woman went straight to the manager after she left to put in a good word for you saying you were excellent and that she'll come again to request you, promising to bring more customers to see you. Seems like you're on your way up, kid!"

Laughing, Fu Hailong clapped Chen Mo on the shoulder. Chen Mo then pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and some red bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Fu Hailong's hand.

"Where's that from, I wouldn't have been able to make this money if not for your meticulous grooming, Dragon Bro. This is just a small token of my appreciation, I hope Dragon Bro can accept it, and cover me a little in the future."

Fu Hailong opened a pack of Zhonghua and put one in his mouth, nodding his head in satisfaction, "Not bad, you are quite promising, kid. I actually quite like your kind, young man. Alright, no problem, if anything comes up, your Dragon Bro here will give you a heads up."

After Fu Hailong left, Chen Mo stepped out of the Ghost Hand, first stopping to buy some snacks on the street before heading home.

Chen Mo and his sister lived in an old residential building; its walls, mottled with age, had already shed their outer layer. A tiny two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, yet it was kept very clean and warm.

"Brother, you're back!"

As soon as Chen Mo opened the door, he saw a vibrant and beautiful young girl approaching him—it was his sister, Chen Yanxi.

Chen Mo smiled as he patted Chen Yanxi on the head, "Look what your brother brought you today?"

Chen Yanxi's eyes lit up, "Is it my favorite Tea Dance and marinated delights? Thank you, brother, you're the best, I love you to death!"

Chen Yanxi hugged Chen Mo tight then took the snacks from his hands and walked away.

Watching his sister's smiling face blossom like a flower, Chen Mo suddenly felt that whatever he did, it was all worth it.

It was a willing sacrifice, as if even serving a woman older than Sister Li didn't matter at all.

Chen Mo went back to his room where a family portrait was placed on the table.

A man and a woman were holding a young boy and girl.

Chen Mo slightly shook his head, let out a sigh, and said, "Dad, Mom, where exactly did you go?"

Chen Mo lay down on his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

Chen Mo got ready and hurried towards the campus.

But just as he arrived at the school gates, he saw a chubby fellow rushing towards him in a fluster.

He was panting heavily.

"What's up, Fatty? Where are you off to in such a hurry? Decided to lose some weight?"

Chen Mo joked with a smile—it was his good buddy from university, Wang Dahai, a rich second-generation kid with some money in his family.

Wang Dahai was huffing and puffing but he was in no mood to jest with Chen Mo.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he shouted at Chen Mo, "It's bad, Chen Mo, you—you better go check on your sister, she..."

The chubby Wang couldn't finish his sentence, but Chen Mo's complexion turned starkly pale.

"Spit it out, what happened to my sister?"

Chen Mo grabbed Wang by the shoulders, Wang gasping in pain from the grip.

Chen Mo is this strong?!

"Just come with me and you'll see," said the chubby Wang, leading Chen Mo to a corner of the girls' dormitory.

There he saw Chen Yanxi curled up in a corner, her clothes torn and tattered, her hair a mess, her face clearly showing signs of having been beaten, fear in her eyes. A crowd gathered around, pointing and laughing at something.

Chen Mo felt the blood in his body freeze, his brain shut down, leaving a blank void. Once he snapped back to reality, his eyes filled with rage, his fists clenched together!

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