My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 334: Hurry and Run for Your Life

The Jiali Club, under the first lights of evening.

Now, Brother Liang is also a significant figure within the Ye Gang, and the Jiali Club is his domain of operation.

In a private room, three men with typical Western appearances were drinking and dining, accompanied by a few female attendants.

These three Western men were led by Wilson, with the other two being his followers, one a muscular man and the other a curly-haired man.

Wilson was able to become a disciple of the Ghost Doctor, which speaks to his considerable medical talent. However, compared to the Terminator, he was still far behind. The Divine Acupoint Method was too profound, and the Terminator could grasp all the secrets of the acupoints and make his own contributions to it. In this regard, Wilson couldn’t compare at all. It’s no exaggeration to say that the Terminator even surpassed the Ghost Doctor, while Wilson would be considered lucky if he could attain half of the Ghost Doctor’s true teachings.

Even so, Wilson could become a notable figure and enjoy adulation from various forces—all thanks to his medical skills.

And indeed, Wilson was a prominent figure... but that was before the God Organization existed.

However, ever since almost all the top members of the God Organization were wiped out, Wilson has been having a tough time.

Heads of state swept through the bases of the God Organization within their respective territories, bringing about a catastrophe for the organization, turning one base after another into ruins.

But the God Organization did not disappear entirely; out of nearly a hundred high-ranking members, only one survived—Jupite. In fact, during the secret meeting with high-level officials of the God Organization, one of the people killed by the Terminator looked much like Jupite. That was Jupite’s twin brother, which is how Jupite managed to escape disaster.

With the high ranks of such a large organization dead, the organization, which had extended its reach across the world, began its decline.

Jupite exerted all his power to gather the unvanquished forces under his command, which prevented the God Organization from being completely destroyed, and some elite masters survived.

However, the current God Organization cannot return to its former glory and can only boast of a modest reputation.

Ye Fan could confirm that, apart from the head of Poisonous Spider, Ku Eryue, only three people knew his true identity, and Wilson was one of them. What he didn’t know was that Jupite was still alive.

Wilson couldn’t reach Jupite, and Jupite had no time to tend to Wilson, so Wilson had to find his own way to survive. Fleeing from various forces hunting him down, he ended up contacting Old Fu.

He understood clearly that, with his own value, safety could only be exchanged in Huaxia Country.

Because, Huaxia is the forbidden land for all mercenaries and assassins; anyone who enters without reason would die.

Wilson’s face showed fatigue; upon regaining his senses, he licked his lips and pulled a woman into his arms. Immediately, the woman snuggled into his arms, her hands becoming restless.

"What are you doing?" The woman struggled out and sternly rebuked.

"Cut the crap, serve me well, and the tip I’ll give you is enough for half a month’s salary," Wilson said arrogantly.

"We’re only here to sell drinks, not provide special services. Please show some respect," the woman retorted disdainfully.

"This should be enough." The curly-haired man took out a wad of notes and threw it onto the woman’s face, saying coldly, "Pick up the money from the floor with your mouth, one bill at a time, and then serve the boss well. Got it?"

The women were all furious. Although they were drink companions, they had their dignity and wouldn’t stand for such humiliation.

"Foreign devils, behave yourselves. This is Ye Gang’s turf, Brother Liang is covering us. If you dare to act wild again, we’ll break your legs," the woman said angrily.

Wilson and the curly-haired man were dumbfounded, not understanding what was happening.

The muscular man’s grasp of the Huaxian language wasn’t great, but he could see that the women had no good intentions.

"I thought the lavish indulgence was invented by Huaxia, so why, even after throwing money, weren’t they obediently serving us? Strange, really strange," Wilson pondered in confusion. He thought, "Could it be that their prices are very high?"

"Boss, there’s a famous saying in Huaxia, something about prostitutes putting up a chastity archway. I think they’re just pretending to raise their prices. Aren’t drink companions just like escort girls? As long as there’s enough money, they’ll do whatever you ask, right?" The curly-haired man asserted without doubt.

"Makes sense, makes sense." Wilson nodded with a chuckle, then lavishly waved his hand, saying, "I’m not short on money. Tell me, what’s your rate? How much for an hour, how much for the whole night? I’ll book all of you."

"Crazy," the woman scoffed.

"What’s a snake spirit disease? I’ve studied some Huaxia art, watched a cartoon about seven kids, and there was a snake spirit in it." The curly-haired man opened his eyes wide in confusion.

The curly-haired man didn’t understand the woman’s words, but Wilson understood their insulting language, frustrated, he said, "What’s going on? They won’t earn money; are they not prostitutes? But aren’t drink companions supposed to be selling themselves?"

Wilson didn’t get angry, understanding well the principle of having to keep his head bowed under someone else’s roof.

He politely apologized: "Sorry, ladies, I didn’t know you weren’t selling yourselves. I thought you were special-service girls offered by this place."

"You’re the one who’s a prostitute, your whole family are prostitutes," the woman yelled angrily.

"Ungrateful wenches, I’ve been bottling up frustration from being hunted down, and I didn’t argue with you because I didn’t want to provoke the local tyrants and cause trouble, but didn’t expect you guys to be so overbearing. A few filthy sluts dare to be impudent in my face," Wilson’s patience snapped, and he became sinister.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

Wilson punched and kicked, and in a matter of moments, knocked several women to the ground.

"Daring to hit someone on Ye Gang’s turf, you must be tired of living," one woman said, enduring the pain, and threatened.

"Boss, didn’t you want special services? Why have you knocked them all down?" the curly-haired man asked, puzzled.

"Shut up, I’m about to explode from anger," Wilson roared furiously, "I wanted to vent, and even money can’t solve this, truly damn unlucky."

"Boss, there are ready-made prostitutes here. Just go ahead," the curly-haired man shrugged indifferently.

"Idiot, we’re still on the run, and by causing trouble on someone else’s turf, according to Huaxia rules, we’ll be fed to the fish," Wilson yelled.

"Ah, then what are we waiting for? Boss, let’s run for our lives," the curly-haired man panicked.

"Go." Wilson had no choice but to leave; staying any longer would certainly cause significant trouble.

The muscular man was utterly confused, shaking his head as he watched his boss, the curly-haired man was interacting with the women, even came to blows, and yet, he hadn’t understood a word of what was said.