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The evening breeze brushed gently past, and from the corner of the street, waves of seductive fragrance drifted in. Shawn Young noticed that, besides himself, everyone else—including Leon Longhair—had mischievous grins on their faces.
Following the four around the corner, Shawn Young was shocked to discover the street looked nothing like it did during the day. Both sides were lined with beautiful women! All kinds of young beauties—an entire street full!
Some wore very revealing, short outfits, others dressed in flashy clothes, but every woman carried a strong scent of perfume. Most were stunningly pretty and young—many looked barely in their teens, some even rivaling movie stars! Shawn Young didn’t need anyone to tell him: these young, pretty women were all working girls—streetwalkers!
"Heh heh—Bro Shawn, this is Goldtooth and Nika’s turf. Nika loves Chinese girls, so most of the ladies here are from our homeland. Of course, if you want Burmese, Thai, or Vietnamese chicks, there are other spots! Heh—want to pick a beauty and have some fun? With Leon Longhair around, you don’t even have to pay! Actually, even if you do pay, it’s cheap—just two or three hundred bucks for a night! To be honest, that’s less than what a regular gambler tips!" Sam Strong said with a sly grin.
"Uh—I, I’m not interested right now!" Shawn Young blushed and hurriedly replied, his eyelid twitching as memories of his wild "first night" with his three dorm buddies flashed back. That crazy night had set his life on a new, unexpected path. Staring at these young streetwalkers, Shawn felt a wave of emotions—life really does deal different hands: rich gamblers drop fortunes in the casino without batting an eye, while these poor girls have to sell their youth for a pittance, suffering through endless clients and hardships, earning less than a gambler’s tip.
"Heh—looks like Bro Shawn’s goal is to get rich, not mess with these girls. Us rough guys are different. Alone in a foreign land, once we’re fed and drunk, we get lonely, and naturally have needs. Here, you don’t need to rely on your own hand, heh—" Sam Strong cackled.
Leon Longhair glared at him and said, "Damn, Sam Strong, you’re the horniest of all! Can’t control yourself—half your salary and tips go to eating, drinking, and half to chasing women! Watch out for syphilis, AIDS! You’ll wear yourself out!"
Sam Strong didn’t care at all. Shaking his head excitedly, he said, "Man, the richest I’ve ever been was thirty grand in my wallet; the poorest, not even a buck. But my proudest achievement? I’ve slept with enough women to fill a battalion! Heh—most pretty women in this world only care about money! Real feelings? Rare. Love is like a drug! It’s opium! Whoever falls for it is a fool and will die miserable!"
"Uh—how come Sam Strong’s got such deep insights about life?" Shawn Young looked at the excited Sam Strong in surprise and asked Leon Longhair.
"Oh! Turns out Sam Strong’s real name isn’t Sam Strong—it’s Sam Fierce. He was a provincial Sanda athlete, second only to me in skill, maybe even with a shot at the national championship! But when he was with the provincial team, one weekend he met a pretty, innocent-looking girl and fell hard for her—so hard he’d do anything for her. But she was just bored and playing around, while he took it seriously. One day, I found out she secretly worked as a hostess at Heaven on Earth. I told Sam Strong, and when he confirmed it, he was crushed! That’s why he is the way he is now—whenever he’s got money, he spends it all on women!" Leon Longhair looked at Sam Strong and sighed.
"Ugh—Leon Longhair, can you not bring up my old crap? It just makes me feel worse every time! Damn it!" Sam Strong muttered, clearly annoyed.
Leon Longhair pulled out a wad of cash and stuffed it into Sam Strong’s hand, grinning mischievously: "Heh—if you’re feeling down, go have some fun! Here’s a thousand bucks, enough for a few nights. After you’ve had your fill, you’ll feel better!"
Sam Strong’s eyes lit up as he grabbed the bills, excitedly exclaiming, "Thanks, Leon Longhair! Heh, you’re the most generous! If I spot any new faces, I’ll make sure to introduce them to you!"
"Damn! You’re always thinking with your pants! Not everyone’s as desperate as you! Seriously!" Leon Longhair pretended to be annoyed, then suddenly whispered, "Oh, but if you do find any new faces, make sure to call me!"
"Heh—got it, got it! If there’s fresh meat, I won’t forget Leon Longhair and the brothers! Heh—look at those girls over there, their legs are so white! I’m gonna go check out what’s on offer and cool off! Later—" Sam Strong said, then hurried off toward a group of streetwalkers.
"Damn! He sees a woman and immediately loses all composure! Sam Strong’s got no class! Let’s go get a drink, guys!" Leon Longhair shook his head, sighed, and led Shawn Young and the other two forward.
As the four walked on, Shawn Young saw the young streetwalkers greeting Leon Longhair and his crew—clearly old acquaintances. One particularly eye-catching girl with pale, exposed thighs and a gorgeous, heavily made-up face came over and smiled at Leon Longhair: "Leon Longhair, I’ve never seen this handsome guy before—is he new? He’s really cute!"
Leon Longhair smiled and said, "Yeah, you guessed right. He just came over from China with me today."