C1 What he was playing with was his heart beating and his ears getting hot

In the washroom, while enduring the pain, Mo Xiaoran took out the small recording stick that she had wrapped up. She had been worried that this would follow her as she walked in.

Letting out a breath of relief, she got up and put the recording stick into a pocket before walking out to wash her hands as if nothing had happened.

He played with his hair that had exploded, the reflection of his face clearly showing that he was wearing a thick makeup. There was nothing he could do, in order to obtain the first-hand information, in order to complete the mission given by the Director, Mo Xiaoran had no choice but to take the risk.

The mysterious clubhouse held a special event every week. Every woman who came in was carefully selected, and none of them was allowed to bring their bags, cell phones, watches, or other personal belongings. Even their jewelry was checked as well, so that nothing that happened here would leak out and make the news even more newsworthy.

Mo Xiaoran took a deep breath and walked out of the Rest House. Before she could even stand steadily on her waist, a hand made of salted pig skin appeared, and the scent of cologne entered her nose. She did not even need to raise her head to know that the other party was two or three of her weight.

"Little demoness, you're new?" George took a deep breath and pretended to be intoxicated, "It smells so good. I smell it. Tonight, you have to enjoy yourself."

As he spoke, George used his large hands to smack towards Mo Xiaoran.

Mo Xiaoran nodded and did not dare to raise her head. Before she came here, she had already made up her mind, she would find a hidden place to stay, and once she recorded the sound, she would go back and read the message.

George exerted some force with his big hand and half forcefully brought Mo Xiaoran towards the place where the most people gathered.

"There's still a fish that escaped the net. Haha, look, I caught a new girl."

He was very fat, and many of the women here had been tormented by him until they were half dead. When they looked at Mo Xiaoran now, their eyes were filled with pity, as well as schadenfreude.

Mo Xiaoran's body was passively pushed into the empty space in the middle by George's large hand. Dozens of people, whether standing or standing, all looked at her.

A blinding light shone onto Mo Xiaoran's body, and she became the food they passionately discussed about how to cook. All kinds of voices rushed towards her ears. Mo Xiaoran raised her head, and her eyes met a pair of eagle-like eyes. She trembled as she stood up straight, and quietly moved her gaze away.

Clenching her teeth and biting the corner of her lips, Mo Xiaoran reached out and picked up a wine cup from the table beside her. After drinking three cups in a row, the strong alcohol entered her throat and a layer of redness started to stain her face.

George laughed, clapping his hands and teasing him. "You think you can get away with three cups of wine?"

"Take off the three pieces of clothing, or choose one of them to pass the eighteen matches."

"18 matches. Let me do it, sis. I will definitely be at your disposal."

"Don't argue with me." George shouted with an uncontrollable excitement in his voice, "I was the one who discovered her. She must have been under me eighteen times."

A huge box was placed beside Mo Xiaoran's feet. Mo Xiaoran did not know what this was called.

George raised his foot and kicked away the box, revealing the contents inside. Mo Xiaoran swept his gaze over the place with the corner of his eye, and his face immediately became deathly pale, even though he was perspiring profusely at this point in time.

Mo Xiaoran shuddered. She knew that she would not be able to do such a perverted thing, so she forced a smile: "I can sing 'Eighteen bends on the mountain path'."

"It looks like you want each of us to give you a round of 18 matches?" A skinny man walked in front of Mo Xiaoran and used his hand to raise her lower jaw. A thick gust of smoke sprayed from his mouth to Mo Xiaoran.

Mo Xiaoran could not help but want to cough. She held back, the man in front of her was a fierce person, she knew that he, had played with women before, and only had half of their lives left.

The voices of the surrounding crowd rang out, "Eighteen, eighteen."

Just as Mo Xiaoran wanted to say something, a sharp scream came out: "Murder, murder, catch her, she was the one who killed her."

A slim figure stumbled over from a dark corner and Mo Xiaoran saw it was Wang Yiling. She did not have time to think why Wang Yiling was here as she smashed the bottle of wine towards George.