Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 705 - 704: Even Fifty Cents Can Have Spring

Chapter 705: Chapter 704: Even Fifty Cents Can Have Spring

Compared to Tyler Nash’s misfortune, there were lucky ones among those who had come from the mundane world, like Yusuf Zuck’s brother, Memphis Blackwell.

Memphis also entered the Dragon Gate World. At that time, he, along with Jerome Hart, Anais Dillon, and others, entered through the passage. However, the passage was bizarre, seemingly teleporting them without any set pattern, and he was flung out directly into the courtyard of a wealthy family in the Central Plains.

After that, the people took him for a thief and wanted to take him to the government office, so he could only run away, blindly crashing around and inadvertently barging into the backyard of another affluent household.

Next, he stumbled upon the matron of that house taking a bath.

People here use wooden tubs to bathe, and upon Memphis’s intrusion, the matron, who was at a certain age, wanted to scream, but Memphis wouldn’t let this fine lady shout. So he directly covered her mouth and then stammered, "You...you...you..." After a long while without a complete sentence, he blurted out, "You smell really damn good!"

Then Memphis became aroused, and it seemed the matron was also sent into a frenzy by this strapping young man.

It was like dry tinder meeting a fierce old flame. Their gazes met, and sparks damn well flew.

Just like that, Memphis had a merry time playing mandarin duck games in the water with the matron. She fell for him so hard it was like life and death!

After a night of eight bouts of springtime pleasures, Memphis showed he still had some fighting power. After all, would he dare to have a threesome after making a bit of money if he lasted only a minute before waving the white flag? That wouldn’t be Memphis!

So after the eight bouts of indulgence, during their chat, Memphis learned that this place was not just any wealthy family; it was the rear estate of a brothel, and the matron was not a decent family’s elder sister but actually the madam of the brothel!

Memphis wailed in dismay. He had reached a world of deities but still couldn’t shake off interactions with prostitutes. He wouldn’t mind if it were a decent lady, but why did it have to be an old hooker!

The matron didn’t know what was wrong with him, but perhaps she had been conquered by Memphis that night, so she doted on him like he was her heart and soul.

Half a month later, the matron took Memphis away from the Central Plains. They then went to Capital City and eventually took over a brothel on Hua Fang Street, where the matron went back to her old trade, still acting as the madam. Moreover, the woman had quite a network, with acquainted landowners, so they had protection, and thus, the brothel flourished!

And Memphis? He instantly became a pimp, assuming the role once played by the legendary Wei Xiaobao. And what a role it was! The madam was utterly submissive to him, and all the young maidens in the house, including the new prostitutes, had to pass his inspection first!

He became a pimp who combined training, flower picking, instructive coaching, and greeting guests to earn Gold Coins!

This scoundrel, in an Earth Realm where nobody cared and even had official patronage, became even more debaucherous. Every night, the matron would bring seven or eight, sometimes even a dozen, maidens as beautiful as flowers to attend to him. He felt more important than the Emperor.

During the day, he would stay in the brothel if he felt like it, or spend money drinking, gambling, and rearing birds, accompanied by a herd of young pimps. The days couldn’t be more delightful.

Of course, after a year of reveling in Capital City, he found himself quite worn out and, damn it, he seemed to have contracted an STD, always feeling itchy. So, he didn’t skimp on aphrodisiacs nor on medical treatments. Thankfully, the disease was curable here, with no AIDS to worry about, just some venereal disease. The doctors at the medical halls here were quite skilled; a few doses of medicine and he was cured.

Moreover, he wanted to live a long life, so once he had money, he bought Elixirs and got hold of popular Dual Cultivation Dharma Gates. In just over a year, he had achieved Foundation Establishment.

Some folks have all the luck – Memphis lived like a deity, dual cultivating with prostitutes every day, and the best part was that he no longer had to earn those measly amounts of money by posting online. It was all free!

A few months ago, during the ’Flying Swordsman’ event in Capital City, close to his brothel, the roof shook, so he and seven or eight stark-naked beauties in the midst of dual cultivation opened the windows and cursed loudly.

But as he cursed, his mouth fell open in shock because he saw a koala, decked out with four beauties, and then he saw the koala’s face.

God damnit, that’s my boss!

Wen Shuai yelled in surprise and jumped out of the window, looking for his boss, but his boss just flew off with his badass sword, disappearing without a trace.

He didn’t dare to make a fuss about it, and after inquiring about it later, he learned that on that night his boss had snatched away four little demonesses, and many top-notch fighters from Capital City had been mobilized, but they still got schooled by his boss and his flying sword.

A boss is a boss, so totally badass.

But since his boss had also come to this world, then they were in for some fun!

So, for the past few months, he had been trying to find his boss or any of the other brothers. He’s been mingling in Capital City for two years, rubbing shoulders with all walks of life, from nobility to the riffraff – no choice there, he kept almost a hundred beauties, and the nobles often came over to play. He also befriended various young masters, big shots, wandering rogues, and riffraff.

"Wha... what... what? There’s... there’s... there’s a guy with a hawk in the East City commoner’s alley? Let’s go, go, go, I... I... I have a brother who’s into falconry, maybe... maybe... maybe it’s my brother!" After several months of probing, some street punk finally gave him a lead – a falconry expert had shown up in East City, and his hawk was even cooler than a carrier pigeon.

Among his brothers, that bastard Isaac Quintana was into hawking; he had also entered the Dragon Gate Passage with him, but who knew where he got chucked to at that time.

Wen Shuai has one flaw that he never corrected – stuttering. He never spoke fluently, earning him a nickname in Artisan Street area as Little Stutterer.

In broad daylight, with three loiterers and two brothel bouncers in tow, the group made their way towards the commoner’s alley in East City.

The so-called commoner’s alley wasn’t just one alley, but a place where the paupers lived, consisting of countless alleys, hence the name commoner’s alley.

That little ruffian led Wen Shuai and his entourage through more than a dozen alleys before finally arriving at a courtyard and started making a ruckus to see someone.

Indeed, a man into falconry came out, with a huge King Wright perched on his shoulder, but this guy had only one eye and certainly wasn’t Isaac Quintana.

"Motherfucker, wrong guy, let’s roll!" Without asking anything else, Wen Shuai just turned around and left as soon as he saw the guy.

The guy with the hawk didn’t necessarily have to be Isaac Quintana, and the one skilled with the Silver Needle didn’t have to be Jerome Hart either, because in this world, all sorts of people are everywhere.

Wen Shuai was very disappointed. After getting back to the brothel, he dragged a courtesan to the backyard and had his wicked way with her. There’s nothing to do about it; Wen Shuai had this particular taste. In his own words, the older the corn, the better the chew.

And that courtesan was quite smug that her Little Stutterer was so rough. She had finally found her heart’s delight in her lifetime.

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PS: Wen Shuai has found his spring, classmates, where’s yours? Do you want to go to Dragon Gate World? The author here can take you there for some fun.