On the day I became the top call girl in the three southwest provinces, Nan asked me why I didn't opt to become a mistress.

Being a mistress means quick money, a guaranteed income, and if luck serves you right, you might ascend to a higher rank, which is far better than being a call girl.

With a smirk, I told her that since childhood, my ambition has always been to experience all kinds of men without getting attached.

Sure, it's good to be a mistress but can't tolerate the thought of having the same man over and over again, even if it's the most desirable man, I'd eventually get bored.

Nan laughed out loud, commenting that I was a natural-born harlot. That explained why I became the costliest "delivery chicken" in the three southwest provinces in just a year's time, catering to the elites who, for various reasons, couldn't visit the club.

I got lost in thought, laughing along. A natural-born harlot indeed, someone had told me the same before.

Seeing me laugh, Qin laughed even louder and asked if I was often exhausted for a week by Fu Jiuye.

Fu Jiuye was the first customer on my list, a well-connected "second generation" from the three southwest provinces, but not in the traditional sense.

The first time I saw him, he was standing by the window reading a book. The sunlight seeping through the window cast an untouchable divine aura on him that shamed my desperate and hopeless self who was at her wits' end.

Just when I thought I had knocked on the wrong door, he suddenly pinned me down on the reading table and rushed himself onto me.

I've seen many men, but only experienced one scumbag. The size and strength of Fu Jiuye were terrifying. Combined with his variety of techniques and vigorous energy, I was left in a pitiful state.

How pitiful? Pitiful to the point that his men thought I had died and packed me into a sack to dispose off. Instead, I crawled out of the car's trunk and staggered back to him on collapsed legs to fill in the customer satisfaction form.

He laughed and asked for my name. Stunned for a second, I told him I was Su Jin and I didn't want to mention any other names.

After that, he summoned me several times. Once, while I was serving him to his delight, he pinched my face and asked if I wanted to be his mistress, he'd provide for me.

I shook my head and said transactional relationships suit me just fine. Him taking care of me is my good fortune. But being a mistress could lead to emotional attachments. I only wanted physical indulgences, not causing him any trouble.

He laughed even louder, pushing me down onto the bed, and was more vigorous than ever before.

From then on, Mr. Fu Jiuye became my top client. The title of "The Tightest in the Southwest", was also spread from his mouth.

Back then, not many were prostitutes. My first outcall landed such a striking achievement that I made a name for myself in the circle.

The newcomers would all call me "Sister Jin". In the end, I became the top courtesan in the southwestern three provinces, taking only the wealthy and powerful.

Sister Nan got drunk, coquettishly laughed that she indeed had a keen eye for talent. Women as indifferent as me are naturally cut out for being courtesans.

I laughed and downed a glass of wine, arranged for someone to take Sister Nan away to rest.

In fact, as long as one is human, how could one be without a heart?

But my heart was shattered when I graduated from Beiyin.

I had tasted love, money, and power, but in the end, I was the one to pay the price.

Even my family paid a heavy price. Every time I think about it, it is like maggots gnawing at my bone, filling me with guilt and hatred.

From that time on, I took an oath to only talk about money, not love.

As long as one lives, it is more important than anything else.

Until the appearance of a man, my well-planned life was completely tossed into chaos.

One morning at 3 am, I had just left a client and walked to the parking lot. I took out my car key and before I could open the door, a hard object was pressed against my back. Immediately after, an urgent and raspy voice echoed in my ear.

"Take off your pants, spread your legs."

"......"

This situation I've encountered when I first started working, it's called stealing a cut, specifically referring to the those who suddenly appear to take leftover earnings after a call girl serves her client. I never thought that now I, who can be considered quite a player in this field, would encounter this again!

With a cold snicker, I turned around and slapped that man on both ears, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.

However, soon I was the one dumbfounded.

Because the hard thing pressed against my lower back was now pointed at my temple. Under the corner of my eye I saw the glint of the pitch-black gun barrel, its cold hardness was poking me at the temple, causing it to throb violently.

It was actually a gun!

"You stupid vixen, you dare to hit me?! Believe it or not I will kill you!"

The man poked me several times with his gun, scaring me so much that my heart almost leapt out of my chest. I have seen guns more than once, a fake gun could never feel like this, so this one is an actual gun!

"Li San, do you think you can escape?"

An exceedingly cold and harsh voice came, followed by a few men jumping out from the darkness, all holding guns, all pointing at Li San.

Scared out of my wits, was I caught up in a gangster firefight?!

Seeing himself at a disadvantage, Li San didn't attempt to resist, "Director Qin, let me go just this once, and I, Li San, will owe you a favor. If there's ever a need for an inside informant in the future, I'll provide the intel!"

Hearing the name "Director Qin" almost made me cry with joy, it felt like grasping at a life-saving straw, I begged for help from the man hidden in the darkness.

"Officer, help! Help!"

But no matter how forcefully I screamed, there was not a single response from the men in the darkness.

"Shut up!" Lee San gave a fierce look when he saw there was no sign of Superintendent Qin backing down, "Anyone dares to step forward, and I'll blow this little bitch's head off!"

"Huh!"

In the darkness, the man finally broke the silence. But it was not the rescue I was hoping for. Instead, it was a laugh so scornful.

It seemed like he wasn’t facing a vicious and ruthless thug but a pathetic joker, and I, the hostage, was no different from a small pet cat or dog.

"Do it."

At that moment, there was only one thought in my mind: I must not die. If I'm dead, my close one lying in the hospital would have no other option but death.

When in a desperate situation, humans can really explode with unimaginable strength. Suddenly, I reached out my hand, grabbed Lee San's wrist, turned it backwards, and with the grapple technique Grandpa Jiu had taught me while in bed, I immediately snatched his gun.

At the same time he looked surprised, someone immediately pushed him down, then another person held my hand, pressed the trigger, and put the gun against Lee San's forehead.

The reflections of two people were displayed in Lee San's eyes as he whimpered in a pleading tone, "Superintendent Qin, Mr. Qin, don't kill me. I'll turn state's evidence, I'll turn state's evidence and testify against Fu..."

Bang!

Before he could finish his words, his blood splashed all over my face. The sound of the gunshot left a ringing in my ears. I stared blankly at Lee San's lifeless body, and there was only one thought in my mind.

I've killed a man... I've killed a man...

"Scared stupid?" A man's teasing voice echoed from above, with a touch of wilderness in its hoarseness.

With a shriek, I threw the gun in my hand away in terror, then turned around to jump into the car and bolted in panic.

I didn't kill him, it was Superintendent Qin who did, holding my hand!

I was frantic, hurrying back home, washing myself thoroughly, and wrapping myself into my quilt to sleep. But every time I closed my eyes, Li San's death-staring face would appear.

Not only Li San, but all the other memories I thought I had deeply suppressed were also surging up uncontrollably.

The dark, bloody hole on the forehead of Li San and other bizarre scenes had startled me out of bed several times.

Trembling, I lit a cigarette that I had quit three years ago and sat chillingly on the floor, reminding myself that I was not in Beijing but in Kunming.

I turned down orders for several consecutive days, constantly watching news on my phone and local channels. I even prepared for my parents' hospital transfer paperwork.

I went through a nerve-racking week, and yet, no wind of scandal stirred. Instead, I received payment notices from the hospital.

Sister Nan called, asking if I was secretly ill and unable to receive guests.

I quipped, "Nothing of the sort. Elder Ninth is returning from his trip. I'm all puckered up waiting for him." It was only then that Sister Nan laughed and hung up the phone.

The lack of news for so long could only mean that Chief Qin was unwilling for the case to come to light. After all, his status was far more valuable than a lowly prostitute like me.

To that end, I was, in half part, a witness. If something really blew up, none would be spared!

Hoping against hope, I returned to work as if nothing happened. To that damn Chief Qin, I say, "Go to hell!"

When Elder Ninth eventually called, I had been eagerly waiting. However, this time he didn't invite me over to his place, but rather, he took me straight to the station.