When it was time to start the service, Chuanliu arrived at the designated private room.

Before the door was even opened, she could see through the glass in the door that Sister Aya was sitting alone in the VIP room.

She paused for a moment, but when she opened the door, she had already resumed her business-like expression.

"Little Ni, I've been waiting for you for so long."

Sister Aya immediately stood up, put her arms around Chuanliu's arms, and swayed her body as she spoke.

Chuanliu took her hand, brought it to his lips and gently kissed it, then asked, "Why is it only Princess Aya here today? Where are the other sisters?"

Aya pouted and leaned closer to Chuanliu, saying, "Don't you want to spend some time alone with me?"

Chuanliu gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind the woman's ear and flicked her nose with his index finger. "I'm just worried about you. You've been so busy with work lately, and you still have to take care of me all night. I don't want you to spend all your money on me. You need to take better care of yourself too."

"Xiao Ni, I knew you cared about me,"

Aya's eyes shone with emotion as she buried her face in Chuanliu's arms.

Chuanliu gently patted her back, comforting the woman who had been exhausted for many days.

The woman nestled against her like a little bird, and said softly, "I just want to be alone with you for a while. Shall we be alone for a little while?"

As she spoke, Aya slowly moved closer to the boy, her lips, which she always carefully applied with lipstick when she came here, slightly parted, getting closer and closer to the boy's face.

As his lips drew closer, Chuanliu suddenly leaned his body diagonally forward.

The boy picked up a wine glass from the table, poured champagne into it, and handed it to the woman. Then he picked up two microphones and requested a song.

"Sister Aya, let's sing a song together."

The boy put his arm around Aya and said.

Aya was still feeling disappointed about not having a close encounter with the boy when she heard his suggestion. She then picked up the microphone and sang a duet with him.

As one song after another came by, Chuanliu poured wine for Aya while they clinked glasses, laughing and joking around.

In fact, she didn't drink either of the two glasses herself; she fed them all to Aya, her client.

After downing a bottle of champagne, Aya was already dizzy and disoriented.

With Chuanliu's help, she went to the restroom and vomited twice. By the time she returned to the private room, she was almost unconscious.

"Drink! Drink some more!"

Aya mumbled unconsciously to herself, waving her hands haphazardly.

"Sister Aya? Sister Aya?"

Chuanliu tried calling out twice in her ear.

The latter simply waved his hand in his ear, trying to shoo away the unexpected noise, then changed his position and fell asleep on the large sofa in the private room.

Chuanliu drew the curtains on the glass door of the private room, and a red light came on outside the door.

This means that the private room is for business to be conducted, and entry is prohibited without permission.

Chuanliu waited a while longer, and after confirming that the woman was asleep, he casually picked up the empty champagne bottle.

Then, controlling his strength, he smashed a bottle against the back of the woman's neck.

The woman, who was fast asleep, let out a soft "uh" before falling into a deep sleep.

After completing everything, Chuanliu concealed his tracks and slipped out of the private room and out of the "Drunken Bar".

Kowloon's base in the red-light district is a 15-minute walk from the "Drunken Bar".

Based on the speed of the river, the round trip can be shortened to less than 10 minutes.

The most likely person to seek out Chuanliu was Mark. But she saw on the schedule that Mark was also responsible for serving a customer overnight, and as the top-tier service provider, he would definitely be unavailable.

She had been keeping track of Jiulong's schedule these past few days. Today was the day that Long Dongqiang and his two companions were inspecting the entire red-light district, but Jiulong was not there.

When she saw that she had only received Aya that day, she decided to explore the Jiulong base.

Her timeline includes the work schedule, Mark, Aya, and everyone who passed by their private room as witnesses.

Therefore, as long as Aya doesn't wake up for at least half an hour, Chuanliu will have plenty of time.

Chuanliu ran all the way back to Jiulong's base.

During her time at the Jiulong base, although Zhuang Qiang and his men were guarding many places, Chuanliu was able to roughly draw a simple diagram of the building structure in her mind based on her observations of the base layout.

Aside from his bedroom, Jiulong's most frequented place is his office.

The corridors where these rooms are located are guarded by bodyguards on duty in shifts, as well as patrol teams that patrol regularly, making it impossible to get close under normal circumstances.

Chuanliu climbed up a large tree outside the base, and when the patrol team in the base compound turned into a blind spot, he leaped onto the high wall.

With hands supporting him, he leaped lightly, rolled once on the ground, and landed safely.

The patrol team was about to turn towards the flow of traffic when the girl used the right angles recessed into the two walls of the villa to climb up.

She used friction to support herself, regulated her breathing, and disappeared into the shadows.

It didn't slide down until the patrol team passed by again.

She found the angle she had chosen beforehand, and followed the windowsill upwards until she reached the office window.

Prying open a corner of the blinds, one could see that Jiulong's office was dark and empty.

If the patrol team had looked up at that moment, they would have seen the girl. However, Chuanliu's movements were so subtle that she blended perfectly into the darkness like a shadow.

She wasn't actually interested in the deal between Jiulong and Hou Yifan, nor was she interested in the conflict between Jiulong and Susan.

But what she needs to determine is which side would be more worthy of her support should a conflict between the two sides actually arise and the so-called "disaster" of two years ago were to occur again.

Is it Jiulong, backed by the City of Plum Blossoms, or Susan, backed by the City of Squares?

One side has experience of escaping unscathed, while the other seems to be at the center of morality.

It's really... a difficult choice...

After confirming that the room was safe, Chuanliu flipped over and jumped in.

Unable to turn on the light, she could only grope her way around by the faint moonlight filtering through the blinds.

Jiulong's office wasn't as big as she had imagined. Although it had all the necessary facilities, she felt the space was a bit cramped.

The bookshelves were not filled with books, but instead with various exquisite ornaments.

Jiulong seems to have a great fondness for jade and porcelain, as his room is almost entirely filled with these collectibles.

On the far right of his desk sat a brass bull, next to a jade cabbage, then a toad holding a coin in its mouth, and next to that a lucky cat waving its arms.