The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot
Chapter 642: Finding Someone

Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Finding Someone

The next morning, Zhong Nianyao took Lu Yichen straight to a brothel.

Looking at the clear "Baoyi Building" signboard in front of their eyes, which hadn’t yet started business, one could tell at a glance it was a place of pleasure. Lu Yichen raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you want to take me to such a place this early in the morning? This doesn’t seem like a spot for breakfast!"

"This place runs as a brothel at night, but during the day, it deals in the trading of information." Zhong Nianyao smiled, shaking her head as she said, "Not many people know about this. I found out by chance."

The two of them approached, and without any hesitation, Lu Yichen knocked on the door.

Soon after, they heard cursing and swearing from inside.

"Who the hell is it? Knocking on the door so early in the morning. Can’t you see we don’t do business during the day? Disturbing people’s dreams at this hour really is clueless."

As the cursing grew louder, the tightly closed door opened, and a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back and a small goatee appeared, looking somewhat sleazy. He continued to mutter curse words, appearing both servile and aggressive.

However, when he lifted his head and saw Lu Yichen and Zhong Nianyao standing at the door, all the words got stuck in his throat, his heart clenched, and his back began to sweat coldly.

The brothel usually only rested almost until dawn, and the people inside had just gone to rest not long ago, only to be woken up again. Naturally, they were in a bad mood.

But when he opened the door and saw the man and woman outside, all his curses seemed to vanish.

Despite their simple attire, the clothes they wore were clearly not ordinary. Just standing there, both of them exuded an inviolable majesty. Even just looking up at them seemed almost blasphemous.

These two seemed completely out of place in such a setting, clearly not the type of people who would frequent such a place.

"Two guests..."

Swallowing hard, the man spoke with a feeble voice, "May I know what brings you here?"

Lu Yichen looked at the man and said flatly, "Looking for someone."

"What... what?" The man didn’t know how to react.

Coming to the brothel in broad daylight, asking to find someone—who could it be? Were they looking for one of the girls? Then who? Could they please be clear!

While he complained in his mind, he looked up at Lu Yichen’s cold gaze and trembled, stuttering through his speech.

"We need your help to find someone," Zhong Nianyao stepped forward and said, "This person should be in Beijing, and I believe it should be an easy task for you."

"Madam, you’re quite the joker," the man said with a sycophantic smile, "If you want to find someone, go send someone to ask around. This is a brothel, full of flower girls. The person you’re looking for isn’t one of the flower girls, is it?"

"I’m looking for a man," Zhong Nianyao replied with a smile, shaking her head meaningfully, "I believe, with your capabilities, it would be a minor task to find someone not just in Beijing, but within the whole Lai Country."

"Madam, I don’t understand what you mean," the man’s eyes flickered with caution, though the obsequious smile remained, "This is a brothel, open for business—if you wish to find a girl, you’re welcome to visit us. As for finding someone or other matters, that is truly beyond our power."

"Are you sure we should keep chatting here at the door?" Zhong Nianyao raised her eyes and looked at the man with a smile that wasn’t a smile, then lightly uttered three words, "Changsheng Hall!"

Changsheng Hall was a renowned organization in the martial arts world, dealing in various businesses, including information trading, and eliminating obstacles. But nobody knew where their headquarters were located, or the details of their personnel.

Even contacting them for a job wasn’t an easy task.

Nevertheless, Changsheng Hall’s business was constantly thriving. Not for any other reason, but because of their high success rate.

Moreover, if they failed, they would refund all the deposit paid.

But nobody would have thought that the headquarters of Changsheng Hall were right in Beijing’s Baoyi Building.

Upon hearing this, although the man tried to control himself, he couldn’t prevent the slight changes in his facial expression. He also emitted a faint, almost imperceptible murderous aura.

But in the next moment, he froze. He felt as if a ghost messenger was eyeing him, as if he could lose his life at any moment.

He couldn’t even move a muscle, yet deep down, he felt the urge to flee the place.

"Yichen," Zhong Nianyao came over to Lu Yichen’s side, reaching out to hold his arm, and then gave him a gentle shake of the head.

Although Lu Yichen was somewhat reluctant, after seeing Zhong Nianyao’s clear eyes, he sighed helplessly and withdrew the chill radiating from his body.

Immediately, the man felt the pressure lifted from his body.

His back was covered in cold sweat, his underwear soaked through, and he felt a sense of relief as if surviving a great disaster.

When he looked up again, his eyes filled with awe towards Lu Yichen. He could sense that if Lu Yichen had truly intended to kill him just now, he wouldn’t have had any chance of fighting back.

"Can we go inside now?" Zhong Nianyao said with a smile, "If we keep talking here and some nonsense gets spread around, I won’t take responsibility for the consequences."

The man looked at Lu Yichen and Zhong Nianyao, pondered for a moment, then finally nodded. He stepped aside and made a welcoming gesture with his hand, speaking respectfully, "Please, come in."

Lu Yichen and Zhong Nianyao walked into Baoyi Building together.

For the people of Baoyi Building, the arrival of the two was indeed a novel event.

Because Lu Yichen and Zhong Nianyao looked just like a young married couple. Who has seen a young married couple visit a brothel together? And during broad daylight at that—it couldn’t help but appear strange!

What was more important was that Old Wu, who was following them closely, appeared utterly reverent.

That was even more peculiar.