He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

In about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea,

The woman came out, followed by a line of women who filed out and stood in a row in front of Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan glanced over and saw eight people in total, varying in height and build, but all looking to be around twenty years old.

Her makeup was ordinary, but her complexion looked very haggard and lacked any vitality.

They stood in a row, some with their heads down, staring at their toes, while others secretly glanced at Qin Chuan, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and unease.

Qin Chuan held his teacup, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the eight people one by one.

The woman stood to one side, her hands folded in front of her abdomen, her eyes fixed on his face. She tentatively asked, "Look at these few, they've all been trained here. They're quick and efficient, and know how to serve people. What do you think..."

Qin Chuan put the teacup on the table, looked at the eight people, and said, "Take off your outer garments."

The room fell silent for a moment after he said that.

The eight women wore different expressions, some surprised, some embarrassed...

The woman was also visibly taken aback, her lips moved slightly, probably because she hadn't expected Qin Chuan to say such a thing.

"Young man," the woman stepped forward, trying to smooth things over in a low voice, "the girls around here are all respectable..."

Halfway through her sentence, Qin Chuan raised his hand to stop her from continuing.

Qin Chuan knew exactly what she wanted to say.

He knew perfectly well that the girls in brothels were different from the prostitutes in the alleys.

According to the rules of this industry, when you enter, you must first invite people to sit down, order a plate of tea and desserts, warm a pot of wine, and chat with them about romance and poetry. Once the atmosphere is right, you can then awkwardly and reluctantly go upstairs.

Only by going through this entire process can it be considered respectable.

Those who go straight to the room upon arrival are prostitutes from the alley.

But Qin Chuan didn't come here today to visit brothels.

He's here to choose. Not a courtesan, not a talented woman, and certainly not some shy young girl.

What he wanted were dealers and maids who could establish themselves in the gambling den.

What kind of place is a gambling den? It's a gathering place for all sorts of people: rich old men, unruly hooligans, drunken gamblers—you name it.

Working in that kind of place, simply serving tea and water isn't enough. If you're too thin-skinned, you'll get teary-eyed from a few jokes and even become tongue-tied. If that causes trouble, it's the gambling den that loses face.

Therefore, he doesn't need courtesans, talented women, or shy young girls. The person he wants must be able to go all out, withstand pressure, and still be able to laugh even when being bullied.

In a gambling den, face is worthless; what's valuable is composure, the confidence to remain calm no matter who you encounter or what happens.

He needed to know how far these eight women would go in order to make money.

If you're so hesitant to even take off your coat in front of him, what would you do if you went to a gambling den and encountered those gamblers who spout lewd nonsense? Wouldn't you break down on the spot?

If he had politely chatted with them about poetry and literature, had drunk a couple of cups of tea, and then invited them back,

If someone can't handle it and bursts into tears on the spot, that would be a real disaster.

The woman was a seasoned veteran; after being interrupted by Qin Chuan's shout, she only paused for a couple of breaths before realizing what was happening.

She hesitated for a moment, then swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue and took a half step back.

It's clear they don't intend to get involved anymore.

Seeing the woman's reaction, the eight men understood what was going on.

The one standing on the far left, who looked to be in his early twenties, was the most decisive.

Without any hesitation, she reached out and unbuttoned the buttons on her coat. Her fingers flew across the fabric, and the outer garment slipped off her shoulders.

Inside was a slightly worn pink strapless top, revealing a rounded shoulder and two shapely arms.

The others next to her exchanged glances, bit their lips, and began to slowly unbutton their clothes. Although their movements were slow and their fingers were somewhat stiff, pausing even halfway through, they ultimately did not stop.

After taking off their outer garments, they subconsciously raised their hands to cover their bodies below the neck, their fingers clutching the hem of their clothes, their cheeks slightly flushed, but at least they didn't flinch.

Seeing this scene, Qin Chuan spoke again.

"continue!"

Upon hearing this, the women were stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at the woman.

But before the woman could say anything, the woman on the far left immediately untied her bodice, revealing a red undergarment underneath.

Seeing this, the other women exchanged glances. When the woman still didn't speak, they hesitated for a moment before taking off their clothes.

Qin Chuan was somewhat surprised to see this. He had thought that a few would give up, but unexpectedly, they all did it.

Looking at the people in front of him,

Qin Chuan tapped the table and said those two words again.

"continue!"

......

When we left Yanchun Tower, it was nearly dusk.

After that battle just now...

Qin Chuan had also agreed on the terms with Sister Wu, the woman from Yan Chun Lou.

He then glanced at the system panel.

While he was at Yanchun Tower, he had noticed messages constantly popping up on the panel.

He was busy at the time and couldn't afford to be distracted to look closely.

Now that he had some free time, he took a closer look and the dense array of prompts made him pause in his tracks.

[Bullying a woman, thug experience +5]

[Bullying a woman, thug experience +5]

[Bullying a woman...]

One after another, there were at least a dozen.

Qin Chuan's lips twitched as he looked at the string of prompts.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

He never expected that his previous actions would be defined as bullying by the system.

He made the eight women undress, intending to test their willingness to go to great lengths for money.

If you can't even get past this psychological hurdle in a gambling den, you'll suffer a lot in the future.

He had no ulterior motives, but he never expected to increase his proficiency so much.

He shook his head helplessly, then looked down at the column for "thug profession".

Occupation: Thug

[Level: Lv2 (85/200)]

[Professional Skill: Bullying]

It jumped 80 points in one go!

Qin Chuan closed the panel. To be honest, he didn't plan to develop his career as a thug, but leveling up his profession was never a bad thing.

He had a vague feeling that the profession of "thug" might come in handy someday.

After all, there are 360 ​​professions, and every profession can produce an expert.

Moreover, although the "bullying" skill has an ordinary name, he has seen its effects before, and he may need to use it later.

......

The next day,

After finishing my own tasks

Qin Chuan also came to Yan Chun Lou once again.

Seeing this, Sister Wu came over and said, "Master Qin, the person you asked me to find yesterday has arrived and is upstairs."

"Okay," Qin Chuan nodded, "Let's go take a look together."