Though Jiangnan’s words seemed perfectly ordinary, why did they sound so off coming from his mouth? Katerina was the first to catch on, bursting into laughter. “Hehe, our little sister is quite greedy, isn’t she? It’s all the same wherever you are.”
An Ning quickly chimed in, “Su Rui’s new to this, it’s normal to feel uneasy. She’ll get used to it in time.”
Su Rui let out a sigh of relief, the moment smoothed over. Jiangnan flashed a bright smile. “Ahem, what are you all standing around for? Get ready.”
The three froze. Get ready? For what? No way, was Jiangnan planning to take the act too far?
Katerina giggled, already unzipping and slipping off her down jacket. An Ning’s face turned beet red. Was Jiangnan really going to play this out for real? A bit of acting was fine, but this was too much. Katerina, clearly, was already preparing. Given her relationship with Jiangnan, it wasn’t an issue. An Ning had seen it all before on the rooftop, but was she about to witness it again in this room? Her cheeks burned hotter at the thought.
As Katerina grabbed the hem of her sweater, ready to pull it off, Jiangnan’s eyes widened. He quickly grabbed her hand, mouthing, “What are you doing?”
Katerina, unfazed, wrote on his chest, “Getting ready, like you said.”
Jiangnan was floored. What kind of preparation was this? Could she let him finish speaking? Clearing his throat, he said, “Ahem, everyone, take off your shoes [mouthed]. Get on the bed and sit.”
The three stiffened. Take off their shoes? For what? Though confused, they complied, removing shoes and socks, sitting on the bed’s edge. The words sounded normal, but “shoes” was mouthed, not spoken.
To the Wild Bear crew listening in at the corner café, those words were anything but normal. Crowded around the speaker, they gasped. Was this Bald Gang boss that bold? Planning to “arrange” them all? Was he some kind of war god? Better not boast and trip over his own tongue.
The Raksha group’s faces darkened. What were these guys so engrossed in? Listening to this? Could they get any more perverse? Was this deal happening or not?
“Andre, we Raksha…” one began.
Andre glared. “Shut it. Keep it down, it’s about to start. Have some sense, will you?”
Raksha was speechless.
In the presidential suite, An Ning, Su Rui, and Katerina dangled their feet, staring at Jiangnan in confusion. Why the shoes? Jiangnan grinned, stretched his neck, and yawned lazily. Grabbing a stool, he sat in front of Katerina, lifting one of her feet.
[Skill triggered: Foot Massage, LV0.]
[Skill points added: 100.]
[Skill upgraded: Foot Massage (Mastery), LV0.]
A flood of foot massage knowledge and techniques poured into Jiangnan’s mind. He chuckled. Time to show off his skills. His hands slapped Katerina’s foot rhythmically, almost like a Wing Chun master, leaving afterimages.
Katerina stared, stunned, as Jiangnan worked. Had he worked in a bathhouse or something? Jiangnan grinned. “How’s that? Not bad, eh? Comfy?”
Katerina, utterly relaxed, had never experienced such treatment. “Incredibly comfy. This is amazing.”
An Ning and Su Rui were dumbfounded. Foot massage? Was there anything Jiangnan couldn’t do? As he worked faster, they watched Katerina’s blissful expression, growing eager to try it themselves.
Jiangnan grinned. “Get ready, I’m going for the big stuff now.” He pressed his thumb hard into the kidney reflex zone on Katerina’s foot. She yelped, eyes wide with pain. “Ouch, easy.”
Jiangnan smirked. From her reaction, the blonde beauty’s kidneys weren’t in great shape. “Not up to you,” he teased, diving into the reflex zone with focus. Katerina screamed, clutching her hair in a frenzy.
It was a perfectly normal foot massage, but to Andre and his crew, the screams and rapid slaps painted a very different picture. Andre’s eyes bulged, face flushed. “My word, this is too much. Can she handle it?”
Raksha’s faces darkened further. What did it matter to him? Why care? Could they just talk business? Jiangnan didn’t stop at Katerina. At An Ning and Su Rui’s insistence, he massaged their feet too, sweating buckets. This was more exhausting than a ten-kilometre run. An Ning’s soles were hard; she must sleep poorly.
Outside, two guards were losing it, crouching by the door, listening. They were practically exploding with envy. Too intense. A real man. A proper legend.
Back at the café, Andre’s face was red, his hundred-plus men itching with excitement. “Bloody hell, what a guy. Didn’t see that coming,” Andre muttered. “Gotta learn from him.”
Raksha were grinding their teeth. They came for a deal, only to witness an audio-only epic? Left to their imaginations? This Bald Gang boss was something else. Little did Andre know, Jiangnan was just giving professional foot massages.
Six hours later, Jiangnan emerged, drenched in sweat, leaning on the balcony to cool off. The guards looked at him like he was a god. Six hours of nonstop noise from the room. Beyond a real man, he was divine.
One guard offered a cigar. “South God? Post-game smoke?”
Jiangnan took it with a grin. “You get it.”
He took a puff, smoke curling in the air, smiling quietly, his deeds unsung. In his heart, he sighed. Six hours of foot massages. Truly exhausting. Foot massages were no easy task these days.
