QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots
Chapter 182 - 7.12

Chapter 182: 7.12

The owner of Pleasure House thought for a moment, wondering if there was still a glimmer of hope that he could exchange Lou Yan for a breakthrough.

Finally, when Lou Yan was about to lose consciousness, he moved away from him, "I will wait for two more days. Anyway, two days is not long. If Immortal Jiang does not return, you know the consequences of fooling me into avoiding picking up guests! By then, you will not be allowed to pick up only one guest in one night! I have plenty of ways to make you receive guests from all four corners of your bed at night!"

Lou Yan’s face turned pale, and the huge feeling of shame made him feel even more suffocated than before.

He knows, he believes it.

They had a way of torturing him until life was worse than death and then feeding him another Recovery Pill to continue the torture.

But he is not afraid of those.

The only thing he’s afraid of is them forcing themselves on his body.

Before, they planned to make him an oiran, bid for his first night at a high price, and even worried about keeping his body clean.

But now, in the eyes of outsiders, his first night has been taken away by Immortal Jiang, and Lou Yan is afraid that they will no longer have any scruples.

In that case, he could only fight to the death, but the result of fighting against a group of people who were cultivators would be his death.

Therefore, he certainly hopes that the man will come in two days.

Otherwise, he can only die.

On the first day, Lou Yan lost his appetite and looked at the sun outside the window, as if he was about to see the white light emitting from the man’s body. From early morning to sunset, he never let go of the note in his hand.

The next day, Lou Yan found himself even more nervous. His anticipation grew stronger, yet he was also a little afraid.

He was afraid that the man would really not come.

Lou Yan didn’t even know how he got through those two days of extreme mental torment.

On the morning of the third day, when the footsteps outside the door finally sounded, he almost stumbled towards the door.

But the moment he happily opened the door, his heart sank to the bottom.

The person standing outside the door was not that man.

But the owner of Pleasure House.

There were also several tall thugs.

He had seen them before.

Because when he was forced to practice dancing and smiling seductively, these people beat him half to death more than once.

"The time has come."

The face of the owner of Pleasure House was even uglier than Lou Yan’s, almost ferocious.

He finally saw hope for a breakthrough in his cultivation, and luckily, Immortal Jiang was interested in this bastard and was willing to trade him right away!

But now, all the hope has flown away!

His cultivation level will stagnate, and then his lifespan cannot be extended any further!

And all this is because of this piece of trash!

The boss of Pleasure House was the first to raise the iron whip in his hand and swing it fiercely at Lou Yan, "I told you to serve him well, but you offended the Immortal Jiang! You ruined my good deeds and even dared to lie and delay for these two days. I think you are tired of living!"

The moment he saw the whip raised, Lou Yan almost instinctively wanted to dodge, but how could a mortal like him dodge the whip that was enhanced with the power of cultivation?

The iron whip landed heavily on Lou Yan’s thin body, instantly tearing his thin purple gauze dress. The skin and flesh were instantly torn apart in the crack, and bright red blood flowed down his arm.

The intense pain not only hit Lou Yan’s body, but it also hit his heart, which was filled with all his expectations.

He didn’t come.

The man didn’t come.

He lied to him.

He is a liar!

Lou Yan’s hand, holding the note, began to tremble uncontrollably, with such force that he almost wanted to squeeze the note into the flesh of his palm.

"What’s that look in your eyes?!"

Lou Yan’s scarlet eyes seemed to make the owner of the Pleasure House even more angry. He waved his hand and said, "Teach him a lesson! As long as he has breath, you can do whatever you want! He dared to ruin my business and lie, and now he dares to show such a look. I will make this bastard live a life worse than death!"

He looked at Lue Yan with menacing eyes, "Oh, do you think I can’t see that Immortal Jiang didn’t want you? If you hadn’t offended someone and angered Immortal Jiang, would he have wasted so many spirit stones and left without even telling anyone about it?"

"No, no..." Lou Yan, who was stepped on the ground hard and endured punches and kicks, felt that those words were particularly harsh, and they kept buzzing in his ears. It was like a curse, reminding him constantly that Immortal Jinag had not come.

He... didn’t want him.

Maybe he just regretted spending so much on him, maybe everything was just a momentary impulse of the other party. It’s ridiculous that he took it seriously.

In fact, maybe it was really like what they said, he didn’t even care about his body, spent some money, and just left.

In that man’s eyes, he might not even be qualified to be touched by him. He doesn’t like it and doesn’t intend to take it.

As for redeeming him? It was just a sudden remark, but it was ridiculous that he, a nobody, took it seriously.

"However, this face of yours is indeed powerful. It can even confuse someone like Immortal Jiang." The boss of Pleasure House stood behind the thugs, leisurely and even with some pleasure, looking at Lou Yan who was beaten and couldn’t get up, "Don’t just hit him on the body. His face is so pretty, but the other gave up halfway. What’s the point of keeping it? Ruin it for me!"

"No, don’t..." Lou Yan felt fear when he heard his words and struggled to raise his head, "Don’t you still want to... still rely on my face to do business!?"

"Yeah, boss, if his face is ruined, we have to waste pills on him. How about other ways? Why not let us teach him how to receive customers well in the future!" A thug cast an obscene look on Lou Yan’s extremely beautiful face, which now looked even more pitiful and lovable because of the paleness.

The meaning of his words was self-evident.