Another glass of wine went down his throat.
Hong Wei was somewhat tired.
Not tired as in fatigued, but fed up.
In recent days, he had been staying in Yuqi Building, his activities limited to nothing but eating, drinking, and visiting prostitutes.
As one of Hangzhou's top brothels, Yuqi Building's facilities and services were naturally second to none, however… for someone like Hong Wei, who had been to too many similar places, his desires for wine and women had escalated to a great height. Mere "good" was not enough for him.
As mentioned before, it was because Hong Wei was no longer satisfied with the thrills that money could buy, which was why he turned to thieving from the flower beds; now that he had squeezed himself into this brothel, it was simply to see if Hangzhou's brothels offered anything different from those he had visited before.
In the end, there was no difference.
And so, his crooked thoughts began to stir again...
