City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 423 - 423 0424 It's Probably a Contagious Disease

423: Chapter 0424: It’s Probably a Contagious Disease 423: Chapter 0424: It’s Probably a Contagious Disease Guo’s subordinate, driving the company’s business vehicle, prepared to take Mr.

Watanabe to a massage parlor.

The doors of the business vehicle opened, Mr.

Watanabe, Mr.

Watanabe’s RB translator, and two of Guo’s subordinates sat inside.

One of the subordinates played some RB-styled music and then drove towards the massage parlor.

Guo’s other subordinate whispered to the RB translator, “Having been with him for so long, have you ever smelled that odor before?”

The RB translator shook his head.

He was from RB and a graduate of the University of Tokyo, majoring in language translation.

He knew Japanese, English, Chinese, and Korean, and could translate between these four languages, which is why his salary was very high.

And he had been accompanying Mr.

Watanabe for quite a while; this was the first time he had encountered such an unpleasant smell.

“What are you talking about?”

Mr.

Watanabe, hearing the translator speak with that other Huaxia person and occasionally casting glances at him, asked unhappily.

“Mr.

Watanabe, we are discussing beautiful women,”

the RB translator hurriedly said.

Naturally, he didn’t dare to mention the unpleasant musky body odor coming from Mr.

Watanabe; they all found it quite uncomfortable.

“Beautiful women, I like them too.

The beauty I met at the restaurant just now, I liked her very much,”

Mr.

Watanabe said with a smile.

“Mr.

Watanabe, once you’re there, you can pick and choose from a bevy of beauties,”

said Guo’s subordinate.

“Flower girls, big beauties, I like,”

Mr.

Watanabe said with a lecherous look, using his awkward Huaxia language.

…

Guo’s subordinate, Xiaolin, drove to a fairly well-known massage parlor in Jinling.

The first, second, and third floors were all part of the massage parlor, ostensibly operating as a massage and sauna service industry.

But in reality, those who went to such places were unlikely to be interested solely in those services.

After Xiaolin parked the car, he and another colleague, Xiao Zhang, led Mr.

Watanabe and the RB translator towards the entrance of the massage parlor’s first-floor lobby.

Upon reaching the doorway, a strong scent of perfume wafted towards them; inside, they discovered everything was decorated in ambiguous, warm colors.

When the attendant saw the four men arriving, she immediately came over and warmly greeted, “Gentlemen, I wonder if you would like a massage, or perhaps something else?”

“This gentleman is my big boss from RB, make sure you take good care of him.”

Hearing that a person from RB had arrived, the female attendant’s smile widened; she knew these RB folks were quite willing to spend money.

As the female attendant approached the short and plump, prosperous-looking Mr.

Watanabe from RB, she smelled a strong, offensive body odor, wrinkling her brow and thought to herself, how could this RB man smell so bad?

Could he be wearing neatly pressed, clean clothes while being sick?

“Boss, follow me this way!”

The female attendant led Mr.

Watanabe, Xiaolin, Xiao Zhang, and the RB translator into a dimly lit room on the second floor.

Inside, the body odor became even more apparent, clearly emanating from the RB man.

“Wait here for a moment; I’ll go call the girls.

You can play however you like when they arrive,”

the female attendant said, heading off to notify the ‘mamasan’ who would then call the girls over.

After a while, fifteen scantily clad prostitutes entered the room and lined up, allowing the clients to make their selection.

This was the norm, and they even wore tags with numbers on their clothes; if you liked one, you just shouted out their number.

Now that Mr.

Watanabe was the boss, it was definitely his turn to choose first.

When he saw so many beauties standing in a row for his pickings, Mr.

Watanabe had already swallowed hard.

In RB, this industry was even more developed and also legal, but Mr.

Watanabe didn’t dare to partake because he had a strict wife.

It was only when he was in Huaxia or traveled to Hong Kong or countries in Southeast Asia that he had the chance.

It was the same this time.

As Mr.

Watanabe surveyed the line of beauties with his eyes, he then spoke to the RB interpreter in Japanese.

The RB interpreter then conveyed to Xiao Lin, “Mr.

Watanabe would like two beauties to accompany him; is that possible?”

“Of course, it’ll be expensed by the company.”

Xiao Lin replied hastily.

“I want number 8 and number 14.”

Mr.

Watanabe picked out number 8 and number 14, the prostitutes.

The two women, having been chosen by the RB boss, hurriedly clung to Mr.

Watanabe’s arm.

However, as they approached him, they nearly gagged at each other’s smell.

But this was how they made their money; once chosen by a client, there was no possibility of refusal.

After Mr.

Watanabe took them away, Xiao Lin, Xiao Zhang, and the RB interpreter each picked one and then took them to their private rooms to do their business.

This place offered a full range of services with dozens of different service items, all at different prices.

But of course, those prostitutes made money fast, and it definitely had to do with that area of service.

The two prostitutes accompanied Mr.

Watanabe to a private room, where he first had the women massage him.

The women talked among themselves.

“This RB guy reeks to death!”

“Exactly, how can someone smell so bad?”

As they undressed Mr.

Watanabe and had him lie down on the small bed for a massage, the two women continued to complain.

Even though they had encountered more disgusting things before, this was the first time they had dealt with such a foul-smelling client.

After massaging the RB boss for a few minutes and smelling the odors emanating from his armpits and feet, the women could almost throw up.

The stench was unbearably disgusting!

If they continued like this, the two could not stand it any longer.

One prostitute said to the other, “The smell doesn’t matter as long as there’s money to be made; I’m just afraid he might have some disease that could infect us, and no amount of money would cure that.”

The other prostitute thought the same way; if this RB man really had a disease, and it spread to them, that would be troublesome.

“Then you should go and tell the mamasan,” one said.

Once chosen by a client, they were not allowed to refuse because the mamasan was in charge.

The mamasan was essentially their boss, and if they disobeyed her, it was possible they could even be beaten to death by her people.

What the prostitutes feared most was the mamasan.

One of the women, under the guise of going to the bathroom, quickly went to talk to the mamasan about this matter.

When the prostitute arrived at the mamasan’s office and saw the mamasan still drinking inside, she approached and asked, “Xiao Ling, why aren’t you attending to that RB boss?

Why have you come back here?”

“Mamasan, that RB man smells so bad, I’m afraid he has some contagious disease that could spread to us sisters and then to other clients.

That would be really bad,” she explained.