Bab 380: Assimilation of Skills and Evolution of Servants

She noticed me as soon as I stepped foot into the room. She then proceeded to storm through her work of cash and bodily fluids and grabbed me by the hair. Her pale and effortlessly soft hand came down on my chest, smacking me into the ground as she tossed her pipe to the side.

Her breath blew the stench of opium into my lungs as I attempted to inhale as much air as possible. With the wind knocked out of me, what choice did I have? 

"You little shit… where the hell were you?" She growled, her condescending tone making me shrink back. I failed to say anything, causing her hand to come down on my face, making a smacking noise so loud that it could be heard from outside the building. Yet, nobody cared to intrude on her personal matters. Even the owner of this brothel didn't care as my mother racked in the most money out of all the prostitutes in a one-hundred-meter vicinity.