Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"real or fake?"

"I was just a kid then, and I only listened to the adults' nonsense."

Ding Heng shrugged: "But in those years, the construction industry grew wildly. Bosses had lots of money in their hands. They laughed at poverty but not prostitution. Many college students flocked here."

Chen Mo rarely chimed in, "This place must be pretty chaotic, right?"

"Whether it's chaotic or not, we don't need any more people."

Ding Heng continued, "They are very selective; they want the best looks and figures, and the employees have to undergo professional service training before starting work. If an ordinary person wants to come, they might not even accept them."

Qian Pu listened intently, his eyes shining: "And now? Is it still available now?"

"Snapped."

Liu Chiwang slapped Qian Pu on the back of the head: "It's my birthday, and people are coming later. Can't you be serious for once?"

Qian Pu pouted, looking aggrieved: "I was just asking..."

Liu Chiwang ignored him and continued to ask Ding Heng, "Old Ding, how did this place become like this later? You can book a large room for two hundred yuan now?"

The elevator doors opened, and Ding Heng was the first to step out.

"Around 18 or 19, the police launched a major investigation, which caused quite a stir in the news and became a household name in the city. I heard that the boss behind it was a woman, and quite pretty. In the end, she was sentenced to several decades in prison."

At this point, Ding Heng suddenly stopped.

My mind drifted back to the photo of the boss I saw on TV when I was a child, and it suddenly seemed strangely familiar.

The group then entered the private room, where Liu Chiwang handed them an opened bottle of beer.

"Come on, let's have a drink first."

Ding Heng took the beer, tilted his head back and took a swig, temporarily putting aside his thoughts.

More and more people joined later.

Liu Chiwang has excellent interpersonal skills; before even finishing his freshman year, he had already built up a considerable network of connections on campus.

Several student council members, members of various clubs, and some faces that Ding Heng couldn't recall all walked in in twos and threes and found seats.

Bai Zhiya was among them, and together with other student council members, she handed over a beautifully packaged small gift box.

"Happy birthday."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Liu Chiwang accepted the gift and greeted her with a smile, inviting her to sit down.

Bai Zhiya didn't take the initiative to talk to Ding Heng like before. She just nodded to him, then went to sit down in a corner and quietly picked up a glass of juice.

Ding Heng didn't pay any attention, leaning back on the sofa and sipping his beer casually.

Although it was Liu Chiwang's birthday, Qian Pu was the real star of the night.

He dominated the song request stage, singing one song after another, from "Young and Promising" to "What Kind of Man," from "Cultivating Love" to "Suddenly Missing You."

Every song was out of tune, every song was heartbreaking.

Everyone was amused by him and laughed heartily, creating a lively atmosphere.

Only Liu Chiwang sighed as he drank, "That old Qian, it's my birthday, and he keeps singing me sad love songs."

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

After several more rounds, Qian Pu finally got tired of singing, threw the microphone on the sofa, and got up to leave.

Where are you going?

Liu Chiwang shouted.

"Let the water go!"

Qian Pu opened the door without looking back and strolled out of the private room.

Ding Heng continued drinking and chatting casually with Liu Chiwang.

About seven or eight minutes later, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Qian Pu rushed in, his eyes wide open, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

He lowered his voice, grabbed Liu Chiwang's arm, and then called Ding Heng and Chen Mo over.

The four of them huddled together.

"what happened to you?"

Liu Chiwang was completely baffled by Qian Pu's actions.

Qian Pu swallowed hard, his voice extremely low: "This KTV really does have hostesses; I just saw them starting work one after another."

Liu Chiwang rolled his eyes: "So what if you have one? Why are you so excited? If you want to find a princess, go book a private room yourself. Don't cause trouble on my birthday."

"no!"

Qian Pu said excitedly, "That's not the point! Guess who I just saw?"

"Who?"

She's also the campus belle of the teachers' college next door.

Qian Pu took a deep breath and said, slowly and deliberately, "Lin Man!"

Chapter 164: KTV Princess? (Part 2)

Liu Chiwang put down his beer, incredulous: "Lin Man? You mean Lin Man from the Hunan Normal University dance team?"

"You know him?"

"I wouldn't say I know them, but I've heard of them."

Liu Chiwang took out his phone, swiped around a few times, pulled out a photo, and handed it over: "Are you sure it's her?"

Qian Pu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! It's her!"

The photo shows Lin Man's daily life at Hunan Normal University. She is standing in front of a display board for a campus event, with a bright smile.

Liu Chiwang put his phone away, his tone complicated: "That shouldn't be the case. Her family should be quite wealthy. She usually drives a car worth four or five hundred thousand yuan. How could she possibly work in a place like this?"

"That's not necessarily true."

Qian Pu curled her lip, revealing a hint of cynicism: "The more glamorous someone appears on the surface, the more likely they are to be short of money behind the scenes, otherwise how could they maintain such a high level of consumption? Aren't all those socialites online like that? I think Lin Man is pretty much the same."

Chen Mo whispered, "Don't make wild guesses. Maybe they're just guests who came to sing?"

"impossible!"

Qian Pu confidently stated, "I personally witnessed her walk into the staff backstage area, and many of the staff were quite familiar with her, calling her 'Little Man' in a friendly manner."

Ding Heng leaned back on the sofa and did not participate in the discussion.

He had previously used his True Sight Eye to spy on Lin Man's information.

Her father died early, and her mother was imprisoned for financial problems, so she was not valued in the family.

But no matter what, it shouldn't be so bad that you have to work at a KTV, right?

As Ding Heng was pondering this, a sudden "ding" sounded in his mind.

[Mission Issued - Congratulations on infiltrating the magnificent palace of the evil heretical kingdom! Capture a heretical princess within the palace and bring her back to your territory to be punished!]

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Ding Heng coughed for a moment, and the beer bottle in his hand almost slipped from his grasp.

What the heck?!

A princess from a pagan country?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and carefully considered every word in the system prompt.

A magnificent palace—a dazzling planet.

That princess...

Ding Heng's gaze fell on the half-open door of the private room. Dim light from the corridor shone through, and the sounds of women laughing and joking could be heard outside.

"Old Ding, why aren't you saying anything?"

Liu Chiwang's voice brought Ding Heng back to reality.

"nothing."

Ding Heng stood up and patted his pants: "I'm going to the restroom too."

The interior of the dazzling planet was much larger than imagined, and the decor was still in the luxurious style of more than a decade ago, with crystal chandeliers, gold wallpaper, and marble corridor floors...

Although it's clear that it's been renovated in recent years, the outdated sense of luxury is still undeniable.

Ding Heng walked along the corridor, still thinking about the system mission, when a woman in a sequined miniskirt passed by him.

A system notification suddenly popped up in my mind.

[This princess has lost her virginity and her rating is too low. She does not meet the mission objectives. Please choose carefully!]

Ding Heng's lips twitched.

As expected—even a KTV hostess is still a princess!

He continued walking and encountered several more women dressed similarly, ranging in age from their early twenties to their thirties, with heavy makeup and varying body types.

System prompts popped up one after another.

Loss of chastity, collapse of beliefs, excessive erosion, etc.

In short—"Does not meet the mission objectives".

At the same time, on the fourth floor of Brilliant Planet, in the general manager's office.

The door was suddenly pushed open, slamming against the wall with a dull thud.

Lin Man wore a loose sweatshirt and jeans, with no makeup on.

"Lin Zhiyuan!"