"I heard Fang Qingtian is over there dealing with the scum, killing till blood ran like a river. Now the girls all have no heart to take customers, but Lord Ma doesn't care at all."
"He still dares to care? At least this month he wouldn't dare touch it... Ah, I'm jealous! Those little sluts are really blessed!"
"I heard a few sisters who can paint did a true portrait of Fang Qingtian... They say the real Fang Qingtian is way more awe‑inspiring and handsome than the pictures we've got going around now..."
"Ah! I want to buy one..."
"Me too, me too..."
"Wait your turn, the sluts over there are all lining up one after another... By the time it's our turn, it'll probably be next year..."
"Next year is fine. I'll have someone send the Silver over right now and get in line first."
"Right, right, send the Silver over first to hold our place..."
In an instant, orders from brothels all over fluttered toward the Qianxiang Road Brothel like snowflakes.
