Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 37
Chapter 37 Two Hundred Yuan
2024-10-13 07:18 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
The wound on his head was gaping open, and blood trickled down from his forehead. The man only let out a muffled groan, without even flinching.
Xue Baotian raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, walked slowly to the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.
A wicked smile was hidden in the swirling smoke: “Pretty manly, huh? Hang in there, don’t back down later.”
Blood blurred one of the man’s eyes. His brows furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice, “What are you going to do?”
Xue Baotian glanced at the henchmen standing behind him, somewhat impatiently: “Hasn’t the person arrived yet?”
“We’ve arrived, they’re waiting outside.”
With a raised smirk, she said, “Then come in.”
The villa’s gate opened again, and this time, several women with fluttering skirts entered with the mountain breeze. Despite the cold weather, their white thighs and breasts were exposed, and the flickering incandescent light revealed their ample bosoms.
The heavily made-up women stood in a row. Xue Baotian glanced at them and clicked his tongue lightly: “How did you choose these people? Didn’t I make it clear on the phone?”
The henchmen behind him quickly bent down and stepped forward, explaining, “These women are the oldest and ugliest we’ve found in three nightclubs.”
Young Master Xue pouted: “Damn, are nightclubs really that ethical now? Or are old and ugly women no longer allowed to go astray?”
He waved his hand dismissively, saying, “That’s settled then. Hand over the money.”
Ten stacks of banknotes were neatly arranged, and Xue Baotian, with his legs crossed, swaggered around in his high-end leather shoes.
He gestured with his gaze to the women looking at Zhang Chi, who was half-lying on the ground: “If you all serve him well today, this money is yours.”
The women exchanged bewildered glances. One woman, whose face looked as if it had been coated with white ash, spoke up and asked, “The five of us are going to serve him?”
Xue Baotian raised an eyebrow in agreement.
A woman who frequents brothels and is not particularly attractive has seen all sorts of filth and depravity, but this is the first time she has seen such a scene, so she can’t help but hesitate.
Xue Baotian scoffed and gave his henchmen a look, at which point the cash on the table doubled in value.
“A fool wouldn’t take the money,” the women thought, their eyes, hidden beneath stiff, heavy eyelashes, fixed on Zhang Chi’s lower body.
Xue Baotian stubbed out his cigarette with a smug look on his face and ordered, “Take it off, show it to the girls.”
In short, the pure black boxer briefs attracted everyone’s attention, with the area bulging and swollen, even when dormant, they were quite a sight to behold.
The people in the room had different expressions, but Xue Baotian suddenly felt a pain in his buttocks.
Suddenly, a fierce rage arose within him: “What are you dawdling for? I told you to strip him naked!”
“Two hundred yuan, what do you mean?” Zhang Chi slowly straightened his back and stared directly at the sinister and eccentric man on the sofa.
Two hundred yuan was Xue Baotian’s Achilles’ heel; it would explode at the slightest touch. He sprang up as if he’d been electrocuted, grabbed the blood-stained ashtray again, and charged forward.
“Fuck you, you think you can take me? Call me ‘two hundred bucks’ again, and I’ll…”
The harsh words suddenly fell silent, and Zhang Chi stood up.
The man’s hands were still bound behind his back, which further accentuated his muscular chest. Without any clothing to cover them, his bulging muscles were clearly visible, and the lines on his arms and legs were wild and as solid as reinforced concrete.
“What will you do if I call out again, two hundred yuan?” The man’s face was half buried in blood, and his cold and stern expression suddenly became unusually sinister. He parted his lips, pulling at the dark red blood vessels, and lightly uttered, “Two hundred yuan.”
The women took a step back in fear.
The ashtray, which had been held in mid-air, fell to a certain height.
Xue Baotian’s momentum suddenly weakened. He recalled that unbearable evening when, after he had been cursing for ten minutes, the man finally became enraged and said the words that still chilled him to the bone: “If you fuck this person and that person again, I’ll fuck you again.”
Now, Xue Baotian understands that Zhang Chi is not a bad-tempered person; on the contrary, he is quite reasonable. However, if pushed too far, the resentment hidden deep in his bones will burst forth, and he will not be a kind person.
But this is my own territory, and I have five or six hired “bodyguards” around me. What am I afraid of?
He tilted his head and shouted angrily, “Are you all dead? Don’t you need to drink some energy drinks to get into the zone? Hold him down and strip him naked!”
“You!” He pointed at the woman with white ash smeared on her face, “Come here, have your way with him!”
Women in brothels are adept at observing situations, and she knew that the burly, tall man with a half-pale face was no pushover. She glanced at the money on the table and said with a regretful expression, “Boss, I’m not feeling well today, so I’m afraid I can’t do this business. I’ll head back now.”
Before he finished speaking, the other women also rushed to find various excuses to leave.
Watching the women flee in disarray, Xue Baotian cursed, “Damn it, don’t they have any professional ethics? It’s past one in the morning, and they still have to go home and help their kids with their homework? Did they give birth to owls?!”
The villa’s gate slowly closed. Xue Baotian, seething with rage, turned around with a fierce glare, expecting to see Zhang Chi captured, but…
He instinctively took a step back: “What do you mean?”
At this moment, no one in the hall was captured, and everyone stood up, including Zhang Chi.
“Boss Xue,” one of the bodyguards said, “we did take this job from you, but you only said to kidnap someone, beat them up, and then let them go. Now you’ve kidnapped them and beaten them up, but there was no rape involved in the contract we signed.”
“You Blacksmith organization, signing a contract? It’s laughable. You just want more money? I have plenty of money.”
“Mr. Xue is straightforward, then let’s add this amount.” The man made a gesture.
Xue Baotian stared in disbelief, pointing at Zhang Chi: “Are you fucking robbing me? This amount is enough to kill him.”
The man clicked his tongue and laughed, “Boss Xue, since we can’t reach an agreement, we’ll leave.” He patted Zhang Chi on the shoulder, “Take care, buddy.”
Zhang Chi nodded without saying anything more.
The group strolled out leisurely, as if visiting a park, and before leaving, they didn’t forget to take Xue Baotian’s two henchmen with them.
Only when everything was quiet did Xue Baotian finally come to his senses. He picked up the ashtray and walked around blankly, a question mark above his head: “What does this mean?”
The coarse hemp rope slipped from Zhang Chi’s wrist, and the man strode toward the sofa, not mocking Xue Baotian’s cowering as he passed by.
He grabbed a few tissues and hastily wiped the blood from his face. He slowly sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs like Xue Baotian, his white sneakers swaying slightly: “We know each other.”
Xue Baotian suddenly raised his voice: “With whom? Those kidnappers?”
Zhang Chi clicked his tongue lightly: “They can’t really be called kidnappers. They just take on some shady business, helping people settle scores or vent their anger. They know their limits and won’t cause any big trouble.”
“So they took my money and then played me for a fool?!”
“Not really.” After a long night of commotion, Zhang Chi was thirsty. He casually opened a bottle of water and drank half of it. He found the taste strange and frowned as he looked at the label. “They only found out it was me when they robbed me. I wanted to know who I had offended, so I came along to see what was going on. Who knew it would be you? Two hundred dollars.”
Seeing Xue Baotian’s expression change, the man gave a slightly apologetic look: “What’s your name? It’s inconvenient to talk if you don’t have a name.”
Xue Baotian was grinding his teeth to dust: “You can call me grandpa, or even ancestor, I won’t object.”
Zhang Chi looked slightly helpless and continued, “When I saw it was you, I wanted to let you vent your anger, so I let you hit and scold me. But… bringing those women along is a bit too much.”
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I’m paying for you and your woman to have some fun today. What’s wrong with that?”
“I’m purely gay, I can’t do it.”
“I’m a straight man, so I’m fucking a stunt?!”
Zhang Chi slightly restrained his imposing manner and kindly advised him, “If you don’t think of a compromise, I can compensate you with anything I can.”
“You’re all flesh and blood, you’re practically boneless. You think you can compensate me with this lowlife act? What are you going to offer?!”
Before he could finish speaking, Xue Baotian instinctively glanced at Zhang Chi’s fleshy frame, only to be horrified to discover that his black underwear had become noticeably more prominent.
Suddenly taking a step back, Xue Baotian exclaimed in horror, “How the hell can you be lustful anytime, anywhere?!”
Zhang Chi was also a little confused. He looked down at himself and murmured, “It’s a bit hot, and a bit dry and arid.”
“You drank this?” Xue Baotian pointed to the half-empty bottle of water on the coffee table. “Who the hell told you to drink this?!”
“What’s this?”
“…Aphrodisiac.”
There was silence between them, and the air suddenly felt thin. Every breath Xue Baotian took was rough and heavy.
After a long pause, Zhang Chi made another move. He rested his elbows on his knees, hooked the bottle with his long fingers, and asked with his narrow eyelids raised, “Why did you prepare this?”
The voice was low and slow, and when it reached the ears of the person opposite, it sent a shiver down their spine. For some reason, Xue Baotian suddenly felt that the kind and gentle Zhang Chi… was gone.
Blood seeped from the wound again, casting a crimson shadow over the man’s face. The coldness in his eyes was direct and obvious. He asked himself, “Was this prepared for me? I didn’t agree to do it with those women, so they forced this on me?”
“Two hundred yuan. I only thought you had a bad temper, but it turns out you’re a completely rotten person.”
He stood up and approached the cowering Xue Baotian step by step, the water bottle in his hand identical to the ashtray that had been shaken earlier.
The man cornered Xue Baotian, grabbed him with his large hand, and pulled him close, looking into his panicked eyes as he asked, “Two hundred yuan. The woman is gone. What do we do now?”
Xue Baotian’s body and voice trembled: “I’ll let them come back, no, no, I’ll find you men, any kind you want.”
The man leaned down and scrutinized Xue Baotian again: “No need for anyone else, you’ll do. So what if you’re ugly? I’ll close my eyes while I’m doing it.”
“Zhang Chi! You son of a bitch, if you dare do that to me again, I’ll kill you!”
“It’s not worth dying under your flower.” Zhang Chi’s fingers suddenly gripped Xue Baotian’s chin, and with a forceful pull, he separated the angles of his jaw and forcefully poured half a bottle of spiked water into his mouth.
The man possessed unshakeable strength, and despite Xue Baotian’s frantic struggles, he eventually drank most of the water in the bottle. With his face covered in water, he began to back down and surrender: “Zhang Chi, stop making trouble. I will never seek revenge on you again. Let’s make peace now. You go find a man, and I’ll go find a woman, okay? I’ll pay for it. You can do whatever you want.”
“It’s too late.” The man approached, suddenly hoisted Xue Baotian onto his shoulder, and walked towards the large sofa. “I forgot to tell you, your face is average-looking, but your butt is quite nice, with some meat on it.”
*Smack!* A loud slapping sound rang out, followed by a heart-wrenching cry of “I’ll fuck your ancestors, Zhang Chi!”
