The Favored Heiress
Chapter 639: Pretending to Be a Virtuous and Upright Woman?

Chapter 639: Chapter 639: Pretending to Be a Virtuous and Upright Woman?

On the other side, nestled in West City’s underground gambling den, was the luxurious Red Light District of Aida City.

Before nightfall, the entire street seemed desolate, with only the occasional passerby hurrying along.

The Red Light District was known as the city’s biggest gold mine: a man’s heaven, a woman’s bank.

At that moment, a dominating black Hummer came to a halt at the curb.

He Chen pushed open the driver’s side door and walked toward the convenience store with his phone in hand, "Send me the address."

After buying cigarettes, he tore open the package at the store’s entrance, his phone conveniently receiving a location message.

He Chen enlarged the map, finding himself a mere three hundred meters from the current location.

He slipped a cigarette into his mouth, looked around, and then headed toward the deep alley behind the convenience store.

The alley twisted and turned, eerily quiet, with only the sound of He Chen’s leather shoes tapping on the cobblestones.

Three minutes later, his trusted henchman Ah Yong came into view, gripping the collar of a scrawny man who was struggling helplessly against Ah Yong’s iron grip.

"Bro, I checked it out, it’s him." Ah Yong pushed the shifty-eyed man in front of He Chen, reporting flatly, "Three days ago, he tried to buy information about the Godfather at our casino."

He Chen, with a trench coat draped over his shoulders and one hand in his suit trousers’ pocket, stood tall, exuding an oppressive aura, "Who told you to nose around for information on the Godfather?"

The man had a thieving look about him, somewhat sleazy, his eyes darting with slyness, "Big brother, it’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. No one sent me to dig up dirt on the Godfather, I was just... too curious."

He Chen blew smoke into his face while holding the cigarette between his lips, "Not talking, huh? Tough guy."

No sooner had he spoken than he gave Ah Yong a meaningful look, "Treat him ’nicely’."

Ah Yong caught on instantly, dragging the man toward a nearby corner.

Being a regular in the underground gambling scene, he had an endless array of interrogation techniques at his disposal.

He Chen wasn’t in a hurry, leaning casually against the wall with his legs crossed in front of him, leisurely smoking as he waited for the results of Ah Yong’s ’hospitality.’

The silence was too deep, punctuated occasionally by the thud of fist on flesh.

He Chen grew a bit impatient after a while and glanced at the corner, frowning as he chided, "Hurry it up, just don’t kill him."

Right then, a faint sound of footsteps approached from the other end.

The newcomer obviously heard He Chen’s words and came to an abrupt halt, caught in a dilemma.

He Chen’s eyes narrowed as he looked over, spotting a woman in a black tracksuit, her eyes wary as she edged along the wall, studying him.

She wore a cap and a mask, revealing only a pair of slightly reddened, almond-shaped eyes, and her entire right arm hung in front of her as though injured.

A woman?!

In the Red Light District, the occupation of the women there was no secret.

He Chen bit on his cigarette, his eyes unabashedly scanning over her figure.

Curvaceous, with long legs and a slender waist—even in relatively loose tracksuits, her exquisite figure couldn’t be concealed.

Her figure was unusually hot!

He Chen drew on his cigarette with growing interest, amusement flickering in his eyes as he beckoned to her with a crooked finger, "You, come here."

The woman didn’t move, as if weighing his intentions.

A few seconds later, He Chen’s voice dropped a few degrees, "Do you want me to come and get you?"

A woman from the Red Light District who didn’t understand the art of making money?

As soon as He Chen finished speaking, she took a step back and turned to retrace her steps along the way she had come.

She seemed intent on leaving, yet her pace was slow; to He Chen, it looked like a flirtatious tease.

He sneered and tapped the ground with the tip of his shoe, "Such a strong character, is this your first time selling yourself?"

The woman’s spine stiffened, and she turned to look at He Chen, her eyes faintly weak yet as cold and sharp as blades.

Interesting.

That kind of stare would probably arouse a desire to conquer in any man.

Besides, it was He Chen, who had a penchant for seductive charms. Although he hadn’t seen her face, her figure was very tempting.

That was enough.

If she were ugly, it would be all the same with the lights off.

He Chen chuckled softly to himself, listening for movement from Ah Yong’s direction without further urging, and started walking towards the woman intending to leave.

Her body was rigid, her eyes full of wariness, and the excessive blood loss had sapped all her strength to even flee.

Suddenly, her shoulder sank, and she was forcefully pressed against the wall by He Chen’s strong palm.

"Uh—" The woman seemed to hit her injury, pain surging through her, as she whimpered and began to tremble.

He Chen, holding her shoulder with one hand, noticed her trembling body and raised his eyebrows with interest, "Yo, injured? Who’s so heartless as to not cherish a beauty like you, and can you still be used?"

Such words were an intolerable insult to the woman before him.

Enduring the sharp pain in her arm, she breathed rapidly, "Let go."

He Chen bent down to smell her, sharply detecting the strong scent of blood. Disgust flashed in his eyes, all bloodied up, it seemed she was unusable.

He licked his back teeth and sized up her figure again, clicking his tongue regretfully, "What a pity."

Even a woman from the Red Light District might not accept such verbal humiliation.

Anger surged in the woman, her left fist clenched and smashed towards He Chen’s face, "I fucking told you to let go."

This punch was weak and lacked force, but it only made He Chen’s smile get icier.

He caught her wrist effortlessly, twisted it slightly, squinted his eyes, and sneered coldly, "Doing jobs that serve others, and you’re trying to act like a chaste woman in front of me, huh?"

As he spoke, a sly smile appeared on He Chen’s face, gripping her wrist. He continued, "A woman from the Red Light District wearing a mask, let’s see if your mouth has also been spoiled."

The woman’s eyes showed obvious nervousness, but the physical domination left her no chance to resist.

He Chen’s warm fingers brushed her cheek and pulled down the mask, then his eyes brightened, clearly impressed.

He had seen many beautiful women, but none had the combination of Eastern charm and Western allure that was so eye-catching as her.

Her complexion was very pale, her lips devoid of color, and it was only her deep-set eyes, filled with anger, that made her seem much more vivid.

The tickle in He Chen’s throat grew, as he flicked the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with his heel, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His gaze fell on her lips, his tone softened slightly, "Where do you live?"

Although she might have been spoiled, her mouth was indeed beautiful.

The lines of her lips were full and clear, perfectly heart-shaped.

Somewhat inappropriate images had already begun to form in He Chen’s mind.

He was no vegetarian gentleman; men are driven by lust and hunger, especially when it comes to such stubborn women—it made them all the more delicious to nibble on.

The woman before him was none other than Yin Mo, who could not leave the country due to her severe injury.

He Chen licked the corner of his mouth, his demeanor becoming increasingly frivolous, "If you don’t want to go home, this place will do."

While saying this, he gently caressed her jaw, his touch filled with provocative intent.

Yin Mo felt a surge of anger. The environment she had been in and the training she had undergone had never exposed her to a man as despicable as He Chen.