"What do you think?"
Ji Wei stood by the bed, towering over the man lying there.
"I’m warning you, don’t do anything crazy! This is Yamamoto Yu’s territory!" Chuyang swallowed hard and spoke nervously.
"I’ve already co to find you twice. Yamamoto Yu has long since agreed to hand you over to . Believe it or not, I could castrate you right here, and he wouldn’t care."
Ji Wei smiled indifferently, her fingertips gliding over the blade of the fruit knife as she spoke, much like a butcher verifying the sharpness of their cleaver before making a cut.
Castrate... Castrate!
Chuyang’s face turned as pale as paper, trembling as he shrunk back.
Unexpectedly, he pressed down on the woman’s leg beneath the blanket. Startled, she let out a sharp scream, irritating Chuyang even more: "Get out of here right now!"
The woman looked at Chuyang, stunned.
She couldn’t understand how the man who had been playing so happily with her monts ago could change his deanor so quickly.
Her eyes turned red, and feeling deeply wronged, she jumped off the bed, picked up her scattered underwear and coat from the floor, and fled the bedroom in embarrassnt.
Ji Wei watched it all coldly.
Chuyang, this scumbag, bullying the weak but fearing the strong—he only dares to yell at these won who sell themselves, yet wouldn’t dare to offend his clients.
Seeing Ji Wei’s hand gripping that gleaming fruit knife, Chuyang reflexively pulled the blanket tighter around himself, swallowing nervously.
Ji Wei’s gaze flickered as if she had thought of sothing. She looked around and suddenly spoke: "Where’s your phone?"
If possible, she needed to find a way to contact Gu Moqian quickly.
Caught off guard by the ntion of a phone, Chuyang paused for a few seconds before shaking his head: "I don’t have one. It was confiscated by Yamamoto’s people long ago."
"How did you find those won?" Ji Wei pressed further.
Wasn’t Chuyang supposed to have his freedom restricted? How did he get won to co over—he must have had a way to contact them.
"I had arrangents with them beforehand. Different won co by on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and others on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays."
Seven days a week, and still chasing won even though he’s impotent—what a pervert!
"I’ll ask you one last ti: Do you or do you not have a phone?"
Ji Wei didn’t trust that he’d told the truth. Chuyang pretended to act scared and timid on the surface, but she knew his mind was full of dark sches.
She had learned that lesson after three years dealing with him in a past life.
As Ji Wei spoke, she advanced the fruit knife closer toward him.
Chuyang broke into a cold sweat, shouting hurriedly, "Wa–wait! I just rembered. I did bring a phone when I arrived. It’s in the drawer over there."
Ji Wei’s gaze lingered on Chuyang’s face for a few seconds, judging that he wasn’t lying, before walking over and pulling open the drawer.
Inside was a brand-new iPhone, lying there powered off.
Ji Wei picked up the phone and sneered coldly: "You had a phone all along, and you still dared to lie to ?"
Chuyang quickly defended himself: "There’s no SIM card inside! It’s completely unusable!"
A SIM card...
Suddenly, sothing ca to Ji Wei’s mind. She rembered that the SIM card she had switched out upon arriving in Japan was still in her pants pocket.
Reaching for it, she found it was indeed still there.
She had activated international roaming beforehand as a precaution, aning the SIM card could be used.
Without hesitating, Ji Wei inserted the card and powered on the phone.
The battery was still about half full. She rembered Gu Moqian’s number and quickly composed a text ssage to send.
After sending the ssage, Ji Wei imdiately powered off the phone and slipped it back into her pocket.
"Chuyang, you’re not to breathe a word about the phone to anyone. Got it?"
Chuyang, who had been fumbling to put his clothes on, froze at her words, then nodded so vigorously it was as if his head would fall off.
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