Chapter 347 - Amidst Chatter (1/2)

Chapter 347: Amidst Chatter

Although Long Yuehong was a little mentally prepared for Shang Jianyao’s reaction, he couldn’t help but feel a little flustered.

This is First City… Our mission has just begun… Isn’t it inappropriate to cause trouble? He wanted to say this, but he ultimately kept his mouth shut.

He looked around and realized that his team leader and Bai Chen didn’t stop Shang Jianyao. They stood up silently, and Genava showed a hesitant reaction. However, Long Yuehong wasn’t sure if he deliberately simulated the corresponding actions to make himself more like a person because he felt compelled to do something after analyzing the situation.

Team Leader and Little White seem to be more inclined to do something, but they will consider the consequences and analyze the pros and cons. Therefore, they are very hesitant… When it comes to actions that require risk, Shang Jianyao is the entire team’s person who’s ‘responsible’ for steeling the team’s resolve… Long Yuehong muttered to himself, checked the weapons he carried, and walked to the door.

The target location wasn’t difficult to find. Relying on the intermittent cries of ‘She-Wolves,’ the Old Task Force only took about ten minutes to reach an eight-story building.

At a glance, they saw a large sign hanging on the roof. On it were words written in Red River language: “Ashland Wolf’s Den.”

“The seventh and eighth floors are all…” Long Yuehong tried to raise a conversation topic and broke the silence that the team had been in along the way.

Jiang Baimian tersely acknowledged his words as she watched Shang Jianyao enter the building and press a button.

One of the three elevators quickly came down. The five Old Task Force members walked in one after another.

Genava was the last. As he stepped in, the elevator sank heavily and shook a few times.

Long Yuehong looked around the elevator and realized that the walls were old and mottled. There were also some pieces of paper stuck to its surface. Some were drawings, and others were photos. The contents were virtually identical—different women in various flirtatious poses or having certain parts of themselves playing peek-a-boo. All of them clearly had Ashlandic characteristics.

Long Yuehong retracted his gaze and exhaled silently.

Before long, the elevator arrived at the seventh floor. The elevator’s two doors opened one after another.

Long Yuehong had just walked out when he saw four men with pistols. They were Red River people with different hair colors, and they wore the same black, short-sleeved T-shirt that revealed their bulging arms.

On the walls beside them and along the aisle were colorful murals displaying different poses of men and women in sexual intercourse.

Jiang Baimian also saw the murals and didn’t mind Long Yuehong’s flushed face. She gave a brief evaluation. “There’s obvious worship of male genitals.”

At this moment, a guard took a few steps forward and said in Red River language, “Sorry, we don’t receive female guests here.”

“You have no say. I want to speak to your boss.” Shang Jianyao raised his chin slightly and put on an arrogant look.

After sizing up the robot behind them, the guard who had previously spoken retreated into the corridor and entered the Wolf’s Den.

In just a minute or two, a slightly obese man walked to the elevator with the guard from before. He held a United 202 in his right hand, and he was only about 1.7 meters tall. His chestnut hair was slightly curled, and there was inconspicuous swelling beside his eyes. He also had a thick beard around his mouth.

“What’s the matter, ladies and gentlemen?” asked the man in the untidy black shirt in a deep voice.

“Are you the boss here?” Shang Jianyao asked politely.

The man nodded. “Sort of. There are other partners.”

“How should I address you?” Shang Jianyao asked with a smile.

The man frowned and said, “Ogre, what do you want?”

Shang Jianyao smiled and said, “Mr. Ogre, I’m here to give you suggestions. This business of yours isn’t too good. Why don’t you spend some time teaching them to cut vegetables and make condiments and convert it to a hotpot restaurant?”

Ogre raised his gunless left hand and dug his corresponding ear. He deeply suspected that he had misheard.

Are you kidding me? He couldn’t help but curse inwardly. He originally imagined that this group of people were here to cause trouble, and he was prepared to use money to send them off if he could. If it really didn’t work out, he would find an opportunity to escape. He would then gather more men later and hire a team that could deal with the robot to take revenge.

To his surprise, they appeared to be drunk.

After some thought, Ogre scoffed. “It’s none of your business how I use the female slaves that I bought! Tell me, who sent you here to cause trouble?”

As they spoke, the four guards at the door called out to their companions in the Wolf’s Den.

About ten seconds later, four to five people holding mini submachine guns rushed out and aimed at Shang Jianyao and the others. They were also wearing black, short-sleeved T-shirts.

The prostitutes in Wolf’s Den also sensed the abnormality at the entrance. Some people gathered over in a daze and looked toward the elevator.

They were all Ashlandic. Their clothes were thin, and their faces were expressionless. Their eyes were slightly empty, lacking the natural vitality of someone in their teens or twenties.

Shang Jianyao laughed and said to Ogre and the others, “Look, they live here, and so do you. They are humans, and so are you. So…”

As Ogre and the other eight guards wore blank expressions, they suddenly turned around and rushed back to Wolf’s Den’s reception hall, rushing to the Ashlandic prostitutes’ sides. They then stuck their heads out the window and shouted, “Howl!”

They were akin to male wolves begging for a mate.

The only guard who wasn’t affected was stunned by this sight.

Although the Ashlandic prostitutes didn’t understand Red River language, they could tell what the usually fierce boss and guards were doing. Their eyes darted around as surprise appeared on their blank faces.

Jiang Baimian turned to look at Shang Jianyao and switched to Ashlandic. “Have you thought of a way to deal with the aftermath?”