Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly - Chapter 205: Confrontation with the Maniac (1)

In the evening.

Inside the nightclub.

“I’ve been looking for you all day.” Kanon pulled Xiao Xue towards the lounge. “Come with me quickly.”

“What’s going on? Why all the secrecy?”

“We’re taking the night off. We’re not working tonight.”

“Why?”

“Constantine is coming.”

“You mean… that pervert Constantine?”

“That’s right.”

Hearing this, Xiao Xue covered her mouth in shock, unable to speak. “How do you know?”

“Don’t worry about how I know. I can only tell you that this information is 100% reliable. If you don’t want to die, we must find a way to leave the nightclub.”

“Then… let’s go quickly.”

Xiao Xue wanted to ask the boss for leave, but Kanon suddenly stopped her.

“What are you doing?”

“Asking the boss for leave.”

“Forget about him.” Kanon suddenly remembered something. “What if he sees your big bre@st and refuses to let you go? You know Constantine loves big bre@st, right?”

“But…”

“What’s there to hesitate about? Your life is the most important thing. Let’s just skip work and leave.”

“You’re right.”

Xiao Xue nodded and quickly took Kanon’s hand as they headed towards the exit.

As they reached the door, they found the boss blocking their way. He looked at the two of them and said sternly, “Where are you going?”

“She’s on her period,” Kanon pointed at Xiao Xue, “so she can’t take clients today.”

The boss pushed them aside. “Not taking clients is fine, but serving drinks won’t hurt.”

“She’s got a stomach ache, and I need to treat her.”

“Treat my foot.”

The boss slapped Kanon across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on her cheek.

“Do you know who the boss is here? Even if she’s about to die, she can’t leave my club without my permission.”

Kanon’s eyes filled with tears, and she stared at her shoes, too afraid to speak.

Xiao Xue, trembling, hid behind Kanon, equally afraid to anger the boss.

Though the boss usually spoke politely, when truly provoked, he could be deadly.

“Call all the hostesses here.”

“Yes.”

The subordinates gathered all the girls in the hall. As they worked nights and slept during the day, most of them were still sleepy-eyed.

Seeing the boss’s serious expression, those who were still drowsy woke up halfway.

“Tonight, we have a very important guest. This guest especially likes well-endowed women and is very generous. You’re all in for a treat.”

Hearing the boss’s words, many of the girls perked up, pressing their arms together to deepen their cleavage.

Knowing the inside story, Kanon and Xiao Xue hunched their shoulders and avoided eye contact with the boss.

“You, you, and you.”

The boss walked around, pointing out each girl.

The well-endowed girls were especially favored, while the smaller-chested ones sighed in disappointment.

When the boss reached Xiao Xue, he lifted her chin. “Stand up straight.”

“Boss…”

“I don’t want to hit your face,” the boss said. “I rely on that face of yours for business. You’re serving drinks tonight too.”

Xiao Xue’s heart felt like it had jumped into her throat.

The boss walked up to Kanon. The red handprint on her face had subsided somewhat, but faint traces were still visible.

“I hear you’re good with makeup?”

Kanon stayed silent.

The boss grabbed her chin, coldly saying, “You’ll be serving drinks tonight too. Help everyone get dress up properly. If anything goes wrong, I’ll throw you in the river to feed the fish tomorrow. Understand?”

“Yes, boss.”

Kanon nodded bitterly.

Once inside this cage, there was no chance of escape. To the boss, they were just commodities, lambs awaiting slaughter.

All the girls sat in the lounge, meticulously applying their makeup.

Xiao Xue was preoccupied, looking distracted. Kanon wanted to warn the others about Constantine’s impending visit but feared the boss too much to speak.

If she disclosed this information prematurely, it would cause panic and chaos among the girls. The boss would likely use her and Xiao Xue as examples to instill fear.

The idea of defeating the boss and his men with just a few women was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Time ticked by, and before long, it was evening.

Kanon glanced at the clock. It was 9 PM.

If anything went wrong tonight, she would lose her life, and Gu Yi and Dennis would lose their obvious support, plunging them into a dire situation as well.

“What should I do?”

Kanon sat in her seat, constantly brainstorming for a solution. However, the closer it got to the time, the blanker her mind became. She had no idea what to do.

Xiao Xue, seated beside her, gently held Kanon’s right hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“Kanon, I’ve come to terms with it,” Xiao Xue said. “We’re just going to die anyway. In this world, low-level citizens never had freedom. I thought becoming a hostess would let me live in peace, that I could just take some medicine when I got sick and be fine, but I never imagined I’d face the threat of death one day.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way.”

“Heh… sometimes I think it would’ve been better if you hadn’t told me about this. Dying cluelessly wouldn’t be so bad, just like my mother.”

“Huuu…”

Kanon took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

The boss pushed open the door to the lounge and beckoned the girls, “Come with me, the guest has arrived.”

The girls lined up and followed him to the private room.

On the sofa sat two men.

One was very large, taking up three sofas, with his belly fat hanging down like a skirt made of flesh.

No need to say more; this was Da Luoshan, as Gu Yi had mentioned.

The other man was dressed in a suit and tie, with a well-proportioned build and elegant manners. Unfortunately, he wore a white mask, obscuring his face.

Again, no need to say more; this was the notorious pervert, Constantine III.

Kanon and Xiao Xue glanced at the masked man and instinctively lowered their heads.

The boss approached the young man and asked softly, “Sir, would you like to pick a girl?”

“One?”

The boss hesitated, “Two or three is also fine.”

“Two or three?”

“However many you’d like.”

Constantine stroked his chin, smiling, “All of them.”

The girls exchanged glances, never having seen such a generous guest.

The boss beamed and nodded vigorously.

Constantine placed a hand on the boss’s shoulder and whispered, “I’ll give you three years of tax exemption, and reduce your personal sentence by a million years. Now, go outside and guard the door. I don’t like being disturbed while I’m drinking. Understand?”

“Thank you, sir,” the boss replied with a smile. “I hope you have a good time.”