Chapter 747

Many people were dressed for the summer heat, but whenever a pretty girl walked by, a group of men would ogle her with lecherous eyes. A burly middle-aged man patted his stomach, which bore a long scar. He was bragging, claiming that the scar came from his days in the underworld, earned while taking a knife blow for a big boss in Jiangning City. He kept telling his companions that they should go to a club later, acting as if he were an expert on the local nightlife—recounting which places were traps that charged premium prices for basic services, and which technicians at which establishments were the most skilled, as if reading from a list. After a few drinks, his boldness grew. As a girl in a short skirt walked past, the man pursed his lips and whistled at her. The girl hurriedly clutched her skirt, turned back, and glared at him. The man just clicked his tongue and made noises with his lips.