Romance of Gods

Chapter 34
Sister Ya was sitting alone on the sofa, with her legs crossed. She was so white that her narrow cheongsam could not cover anything.

She held the tall wine glass, and the red wine swayed. When the black figure enveloped her body, the wine stopped swaying.

"You look so fierce."

"You look in a good mood."

"Sister Thirteen sent someone to tell him that Hei Zai is okay."

"Where's the one named Zhang?"

"If you're drunk, just leave."

"Don't you plan to go with him? Give him a watch worth 10,000 yuan or more. It's a big water pipe."

"No, I don't want to be with him. I'm actually very happy to be with you. Now that I think of Prince Kun being pinned down on a plate like a dog, I can't help but laugh."

"as long as you are happy."

"I have something to tell you."

"I also have something to tell you."

"Then we'll talk about it later?"

"Go back and talk."

"Hey, Brother Yan, come out, I have something to ask you!"

"What's the matter, Thirteen?"

"Well...it's not a big deal actually. I just wanted to ask how your conversation went?"

"The conversation fell apart, and the Tongliantang completely fell out."

"Hey, that's bad...but with Brother Yan here, everything will be easier to talk about!"

"What's going on at the United Hall?"

"No, it's the same as usual... No, I have to go back to Guangming Road as soon as possible. It would be bad if they sneak attack in the middle of the night!"

"Explanation? I can't see anything, I can only hear people talking?"

"you're drunk."

"Then you take me home."

"Okay."

"Are you home?"

"arrive."

"So fast... I hope this road can be longer."

"Because you are too drunk, the road is actually very long."

"Do you know when a prostitute gets drunk?"

"I don't know."

"When she ripped her heart out."

"You're telling horror stories."

"Ha... Of course, it would be scary for a prostitute to say such things to you."

"No, I think you're a lot cuter than usual right now."

"Many! Thank you! Yeah! Did you know that someone was following us just now?"

"I know, it's always been there, I thought you didn't know."

"Chixian... I'm drunk, but I'm not dead."

"Do you know who those people are?"

"I'm from Prince Kun. We made him unconscious. He wants to take me back to take revenge."

"You're scared?"

"I'm scared to death. I want to leave. In fact, I have wanted to leave the pig cage for a long time, but we people can't leave."

"If you want to leave, leave now."

"Let's go now... Haha, you will be arrested if you go out! Now go... now go... now go! Now go!"

"You are too loud and will disturb the neighbors."

"Is this your plan? Take me to the banquet, stimulate Prince Kun, and then find his address through me?"

"Yes! Yes! No one in the walled city knows where he lives! You are using me! Using me!"

"Yes, I want to find him through you and then kill him."

"You actually want to help me take revenge on him? Right?"

"No, because he hurt me."

"...Okay, 40."

"40?"

"I know, someone gave you 40 Hong Kong dollars. Give it to me and I will help you."

"You think I, a prostitute, am not worth so much money, right?"

"Okay! Okay! I still have chips!"

"Do you want to know the address of that surnamed Yan? I know! I know you want to know, so I got that bastard drunk and tricked him!"

"I'm so stupid. You're a prostitute with a son. Why do you expect others to treat you sincerely?"

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, it's just my wishful thinking!" "Isn't that enough? Okay, add one more. Aren't you looking for that clinic? I know that too!"

"You finally look at me! You finally look at me!"

Snapped!
The unsupported wooden window frame smashed against the masonry, and the glass shattered, taking the entire misty world with it.

The psychedelic world that makes people stagger, returns to its prototype bit by bit, and is extremely cold.

Sister Ya squatted on the ground slumped, the incandescent lamp kept shaking.

The "Blue and Black" poster next to the dressing table flickers on and off, and I don't know if the woman on it is crying or laughing.

Chen Yan stood in front of the window, half covered in smoke. He looked at Sister Ya, whose back was shaking, and nodded.

"Okay, 40."

"what!"

Sister Ya stood up with a smile. She covered her lips with the backs of her fingers and turned her head, her eyes red with tears.

Suddenly, she bit her finger and burst into tears. She rushed over and hugged Chen Yan tightly.

"You can lie to me and tell me that you are doing all this for me. I am willing to help you!"

Chen Yan looked out the window. There was nothing except the evening breeze, so the prostitute was lying.

"Take this."

Sister Ya let go of Chen Yan, pushed away the pistol he handed over, and suddenly laughed.

"You'd better pray that nothing happens to me. If I die this time, you won't know anything."

"After we get out..."

"No need to teach you." Sister Ya smiled and her eyes were clear, "Prostitutes are the best at lying. I will help you find Prince Kun."

She stepped back slowly with tipsy steps, staring at Chen Yan and smiling. When her back leaned against the door, she said, "Thank you for your patronage!"

She staggered down the stairs and left the apartment, her remaining drunkenness instantly shattered by the cold night wind.

Sister Ya glanced at the sky as deep as a pool, twitched her red nose, and blew the hair on her lips into the wind.

Click-click-click, her high heels stepped on the pitted blue bricks, and she swayed her body as she walked aimlessly deep into the night alone.

Chen Yan followed quietly, hiding his body in the shadows.

When the two people left the alley one after another, the third person also set off.

In the damp corner, a few peanut shells were left.

Two [-]-year-olds were smoking and chatting under the light of the open-air gambling stall behind them.

"Prince Kun is crazy. Let us take that woman back. She has been following Chen Yan. How should we start?"

"Hold on..." As soon as the other person finished speaking, he immediately became nervous, pointed forward, and lowered his voice: "Sister Ya!"

Sister Ya walked out from the corner and kept walking forward without looking sideways until she passed the gambling stall and almost disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

One person said eagerly: "Chase!"

"Hey, are you okay?"

"No one is chasing me!"

The two looked at each other, gritted their teeth and rushed forward quickly.

"Hey, Sister Ya, are you afraid of encountering ghosts when you go out in the middle of the night?"

Sister Ya turned around and looked at the two forty-nine boys, her eyes blurred.

"I remember you are Prince Kun's subordinates. What are you doing?"

"Prince Kun wants to see you."

"Man, there is no such thing as a good person... Hong Kun is a bad person, and Chen Yan is not a good person either."

"What? Did you get dumped by Chen Yan? It's a good thing. There will always be a place for you in Prince Kun's place."

"Come on, Sister Ya, don't make it difficult for us."

As they spoke, the two lifted up their clothes, revealing the pistols tucked into their waistbands.

Sister Ya smiled coldly, turned around and said, "Lead the way."

"Sister Ya has seen the world and knows the current affairs."

The two of them walked in tandem, trapping Sister Ya in the middle, and were careful to walk forward.

Sister Ya moved her eyes left and right, remembering the route she took.

But after walking two or three blocks, the two exchanged a few words and handed her over to the other two forty-nine boys.

In this way, Sister Ya, guided by five or six groups of different people, completed a full half circle of the Kowloon Walled City.

Finally, the group came to the squatter area in the north of the city. Houses made of iron sheets and wooden boards were scattered in high and low places.

Due to the heavy rain, when Sister Ya and others arrived, they saw all the houses that had been washed away and turned into rubbish heaps.

People of all kinds sat under the rubble, hid in temporary tents held up by plastic films, and built bonfires to keep warm.

For various reasons, squatter areas are filled with outsiders who come to Hong Kong from all over the world to seek a living.

Looking at the tragic failure in front of her, Sister Ya was secretly sad and recalled the past.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, take this woman to see the young master."

The voice of a man on the side interrupted Sister Ya's thoughts. She no longer recognized the person standing next to her.

A family of six was hiding under the shed making soup when they heard someone shouting. The hunched male owner came respectfully, lowered his head and smiled: "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)