Chapter 17: Lace Camisole

“Boss, I’ve already found out where that guy comes from. Turns out he’s just some mainland kid, and on top of that, he’s nothing more than a lowly security guard at Lingnan University.” Abao’s injuries had all but healed, and the white bandages on his body were gone. He was currently lying on a bed with his boss, Curly, both of them enjoying the massages of beautiful women behind them. To call it a massage was an understatement; they were both completely naked, their bodies almost entirely entwined.

Curly had his eyes closed, a look of utter complacency on his face. His large hands wandered restlessly over the woman behind him, who made no move to avoid him but instead leaned in, as if unsatisfied and yearning for more.

“And there’s more.”

Abao reluctantly pulled his mouth away from the woman and replied, “According to the information we gathered, his parents died a long time ago. Back on the mainland, he was just a coach at some martial arts school, but he crossed the wrong person, so he fled to Hong Kong and became a security guard. No wonder I thought he was such a good fighter—turns out he used to be a martial arts coach. That explains it.”

“Oh, a martial arts coach? I’ve heard that martial arts schools are everywhere on the mainland, filled with experts. Who knows if that’s true. But no matter how good you are, once you’re on my turf in Hong Kong, I’ll chop off those fancy hands of yours and see how high you can get then! Ha ha!” Curly laughed wildly. If only he knew that Chen Erpao’s real identity was once the king among China’s special forces, he might not have laughed so freely.

“Boss, I’ve got his whereabouts locked down. Should we, tonight…?” Abao left the last words unsaid, but the meaning was obvious.

“Damn it, what do you think?” Curly cursed loudly, then suddenly turned to the woman with a lewd grin. “Do you want it or not?”

“Curly, you’re so bad,” the woman said with a coquettish blush, truly a rare flower.

“Ha ha!” Curly roared with laughter, climbing down from the bed. His naked body was crisscrossed with countless scars, a sight that filled Abao with awe.

After getting dressed, Curly ordered Abao, “Go round up all the brothers right now, get the gear ready. Tonight, I’m going to carve up this Erpao or whatever his name is. This is what happens to anyone who dares to act tough on Curly’s turf.”

“Yes, boss.” Abao was overjoyed at the thought of soon erasing his previous humiliation.

Before long, five or six vans had gathered outside the nightclub, each packed full. Even if there were only six or seven people per van, that still made thirty or forty men. Curly, dressed in tight black clothes that hugged his lean figure, had his arm around a tall, sexy woman as he sat in the front of a Toyota Highlander.

“Move out.” With Curly’s command, the convoy moved swiftly like a dragon through the night.

It was only about ten o’clock. The center of Tuen Mun was still bustling with people. After dinner, Chen Erpao and Wang Xuemei headed straight to the largest mall in the area.

Wang Xuemei had thought about making Chen Erpao spend lavishly on her, but in the end, she took no action. Even their dinner was at a clean, quiet little restaurant.

Though this mall was only the biggest in Tuen Mun, by mainland standards it would still count as a first-class shopping spot in any prefectural city.

Chen Erpao and Wang Xuemei walked side by side. The alluring fragrance of the beauty next to him drifted over from time to time. Watching couples hand in hand passing by, Chen Erpao glanced at Wang Xuemei. He more than once wanted to take that delicate hand, but considering their relationship was still only just beginning to blossom—barely ambiguous, not yet lovers—he could only give up with a sigh.

Wang Xuemei’s pretty face was calm, but inside she was full of complaints. The two had been shopping for a while, and every couple they saw was walking hand in hand, looking sweet and happy. But with this Erpao, he really lived up to his name—clueless, never taking the initiative. Sometimes he could be downright shameless, but now he was just useless.

Poor Chen Erpao found himself again classified as one of those awkward, clueless men.

“Oh, when did an underwear shop open here? I don’t remember seeing it last time,” Wang Xuemei stopped in front of a store called “Manifen.”

Manifen—Chen Erpao recognized the name as a fairly well-known domestic brand.

“Go on in and have a look. I’ll wait for you outside,” Chen Erpao said with a faint smile, clearly not planning to go in.

But Wang Xuemei seemed unwilling to let him off so easily. She grabbed his arm. “Come inside with me, please?” Unconsciously, she had started using a soft, coquettish tone.

Normally, Chen Erpao’s defenses were impenetrable, but the force of this attack was simply too strong—he surrendered, unable to resist.

“All right, but this is my first time… I’m a bit embarrassed,” Chen Erpao said, glancing at the dazzling array of lingerie and feeling more than a little awkward, especially since the shop was filled with women.

“Everyone’s nervous the first time. But after the first, there’s always a second! You’ll get used to it,” Wang Xuemei chuckled. But the moment she finished, she saw Chen Erpao staring at her with wide eyes. She instantly realized her slip of the tongue, and blushed so fiercely that even the ripest apple would pale in comparison.

“What did you say? I didn’t quite catch it. Come on, let’s go in,” Chen Erpao grinned, generously giving her a way out. He instinctively put his arm around her shoulders. Wang Xuemei, still embarrassed, didn’t even notice the subtle shift in their interaction.

Inside the lingerie shop, there were more than a dozen women and only two men, a striking imbalance. The moment Chen Erpao and Wang Xuemei entered, all eyes turned to them—it was rare enough for a man to help a woman pick out lingerie.

Since he was already inside, Chen Erpao decided to set aside his unease and took in the sight of all the novel, blush-inducing women’s undergarments.

Lace, sheer, triangle, boy shorts, camisoles—anything you could imagine was on display. Each time Chen Erpao saw a set he liked, he couldn’t help but glance at Wang Xuemei, imagining what she would look like wearing it.