Four Headed Foundation

Black Rock City, Bathing Center.

"Brother Pei, why are you out already?"

Looking at the man who had followed right on his heels, the greeter boy looked somewhat surprised.

Could it be that he was already done?

So fast?

"Heh, I've gotten bored of playing with them."

The man waved his hand, his face filled with melancholy. Then, as if he had thought of something, he leaned in closer and whispered, "Do you have that kind of... you know..."

Seeing him hesitating, the greeter instantly understood. He patted his chest and said, "Brother Pei, you know me. I'm loose all over, but my lips are sealed tight. People always say they can't handle it!"

You sneaky bastard... keeping secrets, are we.

The man shot him a shocked glance.

"That's good then. It's just that I want to try something fresh lately... Do you have any macho men here?"

"Ma-macho men?"

"Yeah, the really fierce kind."

"This..." This time it was the greeter's turn to be shocked. He looked the pot-bellied man up and down, asking with trembling lips, "Then are you... going to be on top or..."

Hearing this, the man looked excited.

He licked his lips, a wicked smile hooking the corner of his mouth.

"I want the really, really fierce kind, preferably a bit secretly sultry, versatile—can top and bottom, ideally bottoming right after topping. And they need to have strength, the kind that forces others to get hard..."

"And it's best if they have special tricks that no one else has."

Listening to the man's description and seeing his perverted expression, the greeter's face morphed from shock to horror, and from horror to admiration.

Going this extreme right off the bat!

As expected of Brother Pei.

He easily does things others could never do.

"Do you have them?"

The man asked, adding another sentence.

"My appetite might be quite large, so one person won't be enough. It's best if you get four."

Gulp!

Hearing this, the greeter swallowed hard.

"W-we do, but to meet your requirements, Brother Pei, the price... might be..."

"Money is not an issue."

The man waved his hand nonchalantly, patted him on the shoulder, and handed over a money pouch. "Haven't I been busting my ass for most of my life just to enjoy myself?"

"As long as I finish this job, what money won't I have?"

"Once you find the people, bring them to me. I'm booking them for the whole night, taking them back to take my time and enjoy."

"The... the whole night?"

The greeter was completely numb, but after taking the money pouch and weighing it in his hand, his eyes instantly lit up. He hurried off, waving back at him as he walked. "Brother Pei, wait for me right here."

"Hehehe..."

The man stood in place, stroking his chin, revealing a smile that could only be called perverted.

"Little punks, you're going to feel so good you'll die."

Passersby who saw his current appearance all chose to detour around him, afraid of catching his bad luck.

................

....

Outside Black Rock City.

Inside a sand cave completely undetectable by any spiritual sense, two long ice chains hung down from the ceiling, piercing through a middle-aged man's collarbones and suspending him high in the air.

Like a roast duck hanging in an oven.

"You didn't play him to death, did you?"

Ye Shu, who walked in from the cave entrance, looked at the man with his eyes tightly shut and couldn't help but frown. If this guy was killed, wouldn't his carefully prepared grand gift package be completely ruined?

"I'm telling you, I already paid."

"If he's dead, I'll play with you instead."

"Alright, alright, he just fainted. I know my limits." Bingxuanzi threw his hands up and snapped his right fingers.

Splash—

A bucket of cold water poured down, and the middle-aged man suspended in midair jolted awake instantly, screaming:

"Don't, don't kill me!"

"I'll give you everything!"

His gaze was fixed dead on the two people in front of him.

His pupils held unconcealable terror.

It was t-too terrifying.

At this moment, he had no idea what was going on, and fear completely occupied his heart. These two guys... He had been perfectly fine, driving his camel cart through the desert, when without a word, the guy wearing hemp clothes descended from the sky and knocked him out with a single punch. He wasn't even given a chance to beg for mercy, and the bodyguards beside him were turned into ice sculptures before they could even speak.

As for the other short guy, he was even more terrifying.

Hanging him here with chains made of ice—ice! He felt like his blood was about to freeze.

This person even poked him with an ice spear.

The moment blood flowed out, it was frozen to stop the bleeding.

What kind of fucking monsters were these?

"Cough, cough! You're the troupe leader, right?" Ye Shu rubbed his hands together, smiling cheerfully at the terrified man. "Actually, inviting you here is no big deal, I just wanted to ask a simple question."

"What's the situation with your performance for the Snake-People Tribe?"

"This kid has a really tight lip," Bingxuanzi sneered from the side. "I've already poked him over a dozen times with my ice spear, and he hasn't uttered a single word."

"That tight?" Ye Shu was taken aback.

But the very next second, the troupe leader roared with a red, desperate face: "I'll talk! I'll talk! Three days ago, the Fourth Guard under the King of the Snake-People Tribe suddenly came to me, saying they wanted me to bring my girls to the Snake-People's Holy City to perform in two months. At that time, all the commanders of the Snake-People Tribe will be present, and they want us to dance in the Holy Temple to entertain them. I was just on my way to the Snake-People Tribe!"

The troupe leader threw caution to the wind.

Like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, he spilled everything out at once, terrified that if he was too slow, he would get poked with a spear again.

"This is what you meant by a tight lip?" Ye Shu looked at Bingxuanzi suspiciously after hearing this.

"How should I know? This kid really wouldn't talk earlier."

Bingxuanzi looked innocent.

"Y-you didn't even ask anything earlier! You just kept asking me if I was going to talk or not. What was I supposed to say? I didn't even know what to talk about, how could I say anything!!!" the troupe leader accused with a face full of grief and indignation.

.............

The air suddenly fell silent.

Bingxuanzi turned his head away and poked the sand on the ground with his ice spear, pretending he hadn't heard anything.

"Cough, cough!"

Ye Shu made a fist and coughed.

Then he looked up at the troupe leader, his face serious, and said sternly, "I have a few more questions to ask you next. As long as you answer them properly, not only will there be no punishment, but there will also be a reward."

"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely answer carefully."

The troupe leader nodded hastily.

This young-looking lad was much easier to deal with; that old man was pure torture.

"First question: what is the name of the Snake-Person who contacted you?"

"Bai Ling, the Fourth Guard under the Snake-People King."

"Very good." Ye Shu nodded and continued.

"Next, tell me your name, where you live, how many people are in your family, what dances your troupe practices on a daily basis, who you coordinate with, and what dance you are going to perform for the Snake-People Tribe. Tell me everything in complete detail."

"This..."

The troupe leader hesitated for a moment, then said tremblingly, "My name is Pei Yong. I live on East Street in Black Rock City. I am the only one in my family. I founded the theater troupe ten years ago, and we usually perform in Black Rock City and a few neighboring towns..."

It took a full quarter of an hour for Pei Yong to finish.

Ye Shu nodded in satisfaction and smiled.

"Yoshi, yoshi, I didn't misjudge you after all. You are a good boy."

Hearing this, a look of joy appeared on Pei Yong's face.

Anything was fine as long as he wasn't tortured by these two lunatics. Once he got out, he would definitely move to a new place and live a good life, never to dabble in the underworld again. As for those female slaves, he could just sell them to a brothel for a shiny sum of spirit stones, enough for him to live comfortably for quite a while.

The desert was too crazy, and an actor's life was short.

"Then... then can I go now?" Pei Yong gulped, looking at Ye Shu with a face full of hope.

"What is the rush?"

A smile that could only be described as bizarre appeared on Ye Shu's face.

"Good boys must be rewarded, of course. Otherwise, if word got out, people might think I, Su Xiao, am a stingy person."

"Come now, take a look at the grand gift I have prepared for you."

Ye Shu clapped his hands lightly.

"Come on in, all of you!"

Four figures emerged into the pitch-black cave.

Pei Yong looked closely, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Hey! Boy~"

Gwa!!!

It was actually four musclemen wearing very little fabric, ya!

Striking different poses, with lecherous looks in their eyes, slutty smiles, and utterly repulsive movements, it was obvious they were the absolute cream of the crop among gays!

Looking at these four men, not only did Pei Yong get goosebumps all over, but he also broke out in a frantic cold sweat!

"Wh-what are you doing?"

Ye Shu laughed, "It took quite a bit of effort to reward you! Each of them has their own extraordinary traits, each has their own unique ultimate moves, and their secret weapons will definitely give you an unimaginable experience, ya!"

Saying that, he pulled out a durian from god knows where.

Then he turned around and left.

Pei Yong stared at The Gay Four, who were slowly walking towards him while constantly licking their lips, his face full of terror.

"Gwa!!!! Go away! Hurry up and go away!!!"

"Stay away from me!"

"Get your dirty hands off me!!!!"

"Somebody save me, ya!!"

"Gwa! Do not touch it, ya!!!!!"

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