Chapter 6 Chapter 5

Sister Lan is one of a group of women who sell prostitution on the Thai-Myanmar border. The common feature of this group of women is that they all have a scar on their faces. This scar is their property proof that they belong to the boss of Montenegro. Anyone, any gangster, and of course any client, as long as they see the scars on their faces, they know that they cannot be bullied. To go to bed, it's simple, these women can pay as much as they say before going to bed, don't think about it, don't even think about discounting it.Of course, under the banner of the boss of Montenegro, they will definitely serve you well.

Of course, this carefully cut scar on the face also reminded these poor women that what the boss of Montenegro wants to do to them anytime and anywhere, they can only accept it obediently. It's like this, the boss of Montenegro died two weeks ago... Retribution, retribution.Everyone said that he was shot to death by his own men while sitting on the toilet.Then those subordinates who all wanted to be the new boss spent more than ten days beating the other subordinates to death on the grounds that they wanted to avenge the boss.The terrible thing is that the boss of Montenegro has a lot of subordinates, and no one died after fighting for more than ten days. Now there is still an atmosphere of playoffs, which even attracts gunfire from other gangs.

Now this group of prostitution women has no gang to rely on. Many women would rather not open their legs to make money than go out at the risk of being ridiculed for nothing. Crisis is opportunity. Sister Lan's meaning is very simple, she wants to try to let the sisters set up their own families, so as to save the share that should be given to the gang.The premise for a group of prostitutes to set up their own house is of course to find a reliable man. It is best that this man looks fierce, it is best to be ruthless, it is best to be ruthless enough to kill without blinking, and it is best that this man does not want to touch their flesh and blood. The crooked brain that has been pumped... Well, at least don't move too much.

"We provide you with board and lodging, and you, you can sleep with a sister who has no guests every night, no, you can choose a random sister to sleep with you every night, you only need to protect us from being bullied, and help us get rid of bad guests Drive away." Sister Lan said while reviewing the sensitive zones on my body with her tongue. "Why does it sound like a little boy who eats soft food." I frowned, a little itchy. "Hee hee, there are a lot of bad men here, it's impossible for this job to make you feel like a badass." "That's fine, but I don't know how long I'll be doing it. Anyway, I'm fine now, so I'll try first." I said my ugly words first: "One day I will leave, and the day I want to leave, don't say that I am inhuman Just fine."

It's true, one day I will put down these threatening bullets and go to a bar to start my first stop as a rock singer. After that, I have no limit to what kind of stage I will sing on.I knew that was the real life I wanted. "Where do you want to go?" "We don't know each other that well yet... Sister Lan." "Maybe you died on the street before you said you were going to leave, haha." Sister Lan joked openly, biting my vitals as an apology.What the hell. So I started waking up next to a different woman each day. The job was really tricky at first, because making corpses was not the way these whores wanted me to protect them, especially since too many corpses would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.So if I can't shoot, I can't shoot, and even if I want to shoot, I have to resist the urge to shoot the other person's head, let alone shoot the knee.

Alas, I just use fists and kicks instead of guns, and I'm not a kung fu master, how can I beat the opponent into a pig's head perfectly every time, and occasionally I will reflexively wrench the entire neck of a bad customer who doesn't know anything—" The me in the previous life" must be a super vicious killing machine. Yes basically I am reliable.A few days ago, after several rotten men who wanted to go whoring for free were beaten into cripples by me, few people dared to bully this group of prostitutes with scars on their faces. But on the day when the boss of Black Mountain killed each other and finally confirmed the birth of the new boss, the new boss sent someone to tell Sister Lan that starting tomorrow they would charge them the fees again, and they had better pay them sensibly, otherwise They are going to have one more meaningful scar on their faces, and when added together, they will just form a big fork.

Sister Lan asked me what to do. I said, what can I do. The new boss died that night. It is said that he was shot into a honeycomb by random guns while smoking on the balcony.I guess the shooter who killed him must have been a very generous man. Well, the underworld, the group of suspicious subordinates of the new boss started to shoot around with guns again, and before those idiots blast out the new boss, the group of prostitutes can earn some good life without being drawn.I guess at least two months.In the past two months, I really don't have the energy to think about being a resident singer. It's not that I'm lazy, but that my hands are too hard to be the pillows of these prostitutes.

Those days of no time to rock and roll were really bad, the carnality was rampant, and I fucked all the whores with scars on their faces over and over again.Prostitutes make a living by being fucked. Naturally, there are all kinds of good tricks for being fucked, and their unique skills are different.Someone with a super flexible tongue, no dick can stay hard in her mouth for five minutes.Some people are good at using the tits to clamp the dick directly to the squirting juice.Someone's sweat has a maddening smell.Someone's vagina is so elastic that it seems like a virgin every night.Some people like to shake it back and forth on it and refuse to come down even if they say nothing.Every night I sleep, I am served like an emperor.

Among them, I like a woman named "Tiaotiao" the most. Tiao Tiao is not the prettiest, nor the youngest, and there is nothing outlandish about having sex, but Tiao Tiao is very cute when chatting with me, her lips are pouting so sexy, I just listen to her complaining about the hygiene of the last customer No matter how bad the habit is, I will get horny. Before she can finish complaining, I take off my pants and start fucking her. I know what you're thinking, but it's not love, how the hell am I in love with a whore?Of course not.It can only be said that every woman's sexiness is different, and there is exactly one place in Tiaotiao that attracts me.

"Hey, what did you do before?" Tiao Tiao was cooking.Hope it doesn't get too frustrating this time. "Then what did you do before? Could it be that your first job was to be a chicken?" I didn't ask back on purpose, but she failed me in the first question. "Why do you ask so many questions? Marry me?" Tiaotiao glared at me, pretending to kick me. "...Haha, it's okay to marry you, anyway, I'm not a good person." I switched the TV channel with my toes, and said lazily: "But, I really don't know what I used to do, I don't know what I do now. I have a little impression of what I did, probably only started three years ago. Don’t you often watch TV dramas? Like those mentally retarded heroes and heroines, I have a damn amnesia.”

"Amnesia? True or not?" Tiao Tiao helped me serve a bowl of rice: "Wow!" "Since I've forgotten all about it, I don't care that much. Anyway, I'm doing well now." Tiaotiao helped me hold the chopsticks, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "So you really forgot what happened to you before? You forgot what happened three years ago? How is this possible? It's an exaggeration. What happened to your head? Hit something heavy? Or have you been in a car accident?" "I even forgot how I lost it." I picked up the chopsticks and picked up the bean sprouts nonchalantly: "Anyway! If you forget it, you won't care. It would be scary if you really remembered it suddenly? If I really There is something interesting about it, that is... I am very curious about how I lost my past? Hahaha, eat and eat." "Why so casual! I want to hear, I want to hear, I want to hear, I want to hear, I want to hear..." The chatterbox opened, and Tiaotiao became my first real audience with amnesia.