Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 643: A new tool perhaps?

Ling Qingyu and the guards entered the mysterious door and discovered the world behind it. It wasn’t surprising. Life was filled with both light and darkness.

Although Vermilion Bird had transformed the current location into a high-end bar, based on the architecture, Ling Qingyu knew this used to be a nightclub, complete with private venues and small rooms.

Everyone understood the function of those rooms—drugs, prostitution, and other evils ran deep here.

Who knew how many drug victims had been brought here, forced into submission by their predators—both male and female?

Or how many times this place had been the site of drug exchanges and deals? There was no doubt that drug trading wouldn’t stop, no matter how the law criminalized or legalized it.

The reason the ’bar’ was so clean could be attributed to Spirit Fox’s recent crackdown and Yang Qingyue’s tough stance.

No compromises were made. Politically, she attacked the higher echelon while breaking their teeth through Spirit Fox.

Everyone understood the unspoken rules. How could the higher-ups not grasp the stakes and damages that drugs and gangs imposed?

All of Province N’s chaos and misery had been deliberately created—to stabilize their regime and generate profit.

No one could resist lucrative offers. Even if, on the surface, politicians destroyed drugs for public image, who knew how many they had stored and sold elsewhere through their agents?

It wasn’t as if the DEA from Country A hadn’t conducted similar methods. Perhaps, at least from their moral standpoint, as long as they didn’t sell contraband to their own countrymen, they weren’t criminals.

As for other nations—what did their lives and conditions have to do with them? This was precisely why many knowledgeable people regarded the political arena as a complete gray zone.

Surely, her mother-in-law had seen all of this and would have turned a blind eye if there were no interests or gains involved.

Otherwise, it wasn’t worth the risk to her life and career. In politics, a single mistake could lead to death.

Not to mention, she had no intention of changing the status quo unless she had the strength to overturn the table.

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Ignoring the baffled staff and waitresses, Ling Qingyu walked in the direction pointed out by the young man who had ’genuinely’ confessed under her ’persuasion.’

Both men and women remained unaware of what had happened downstairs. Or perhaps they were too shocked to see Spirit Fox’s presence.

A few gang members attempted to move but were instantly subdued. Not a single one escaped the fate of plastic cuffs.

Under these threats, more people stayed put, deciding to wait and watch. Finally, Ling Qingyu barged into a room—one purposely built to accommodate important people, such as a certain head of the Vermilion gang.

The hosts were surprised by her entry. Clearly, the soundproof system had isolated the commotion outside.

Ling Qingyu sneered as she assessed the situation.

Three people.

One man lounged leisurely on the sofa. Another, who seemed to be a subordinate reporting to his superior, stood nearby, his back still bent in deference as he relayed whatever news—none of which interested Ling Qingyu.

However, the final figure caught her attention.

Well, it would have been a feast for the eyes if not for the other disgusting elements.

A beautiful woman in a violet cheongsam—nothing unusual. The only exception was that she seemed to be the most stunning woman in the bar.

She was partially naked, undressed from top to bottom, with only the cheongsam’s fabric weakly hanging around her waist. Bras and panties were strewn around.

With a sexy stature and perfect curves, the woman earned a rare, nearly perfect score in Ling Qingyu’s eyes.

White skin, ample cleavage with supple weight, a mysteriously perfect ratio of long legs, and a face that could charm any creature—Ling Qingyu had to admit, this so-called prostitute was a stunner.

She was likely a waitress, treated differently and favored by the leader of this bar. Whether by force or with incentives, that was none of Ling Qingyu’s concern.

A pity—she had been desecrated by a bastard and had fallen from the altar of godhood.

This motherf*cker was a waste, failing to recognize her potential. There were so many ways she could have been nurtured and utilized to generate far greater income.

Clearly, from the man’s disheveled clothing and erratic breathing, the two had engaged in some ’vigorous exercise’—excluding the subordinate on foot.

There was no way he would let his subordinates watch his lovemaking process unless he had some special kinks.

However, no matter what, no man liked other men ogling at their women, even the ones they didn’t care much about.

Yet, the current scenario painted a different story.

Although it was just for the briefest moment, Ling Qingyu noticed the woman’s eyes flash with both hatred and helplessness.

Combining this with the situation, Ling Qingyu wondered if this bastard had sold the woman to his subordinate as a reward.

After all, the woman’s expression, paired with her exposed state, nearly confirmed her conjecture.

For people in his position, women were nothing more than toys or accessories. If they were no longer useful, it was better to discard them—or, like now, squeeze out any remaining value by obtaining a general’s loyalty.

Even if the goddess was played with by his boss, to the subordinate, it felt like an honor. Otherwise, how could he ever have had a chance to taste such a delicious meal?

Ling Qingyu had no idea what was going through his brain to willingly give away one of the most attractive women she had ever encountered.

She maliciously speculated that the woman was so charming and beautiful that a certain boss had surrendered within three strokes or so, hurting his ego.

For people at his level, no one was allowed to witness their embarrassment, whether in private or public. Not to mention, a prostitute he had toyed with was now riding on his neck.

Perhaps the woman had been coerced into his bed but later resigned herself to her fate, deciding to cater to the man for favor. Unfortunately, her fate wasn’t taken seriously at all.

The hatred and helplessness shown in a mere matter of seconds might be possible if Ling Qingyu’s guess was correct. Anyway, this was the destiny of those who relied on others for a living.

What Ling Qingyu didn’t realize was that her guess was terribly close to the truth. Although she had an interest in the beautiful lady—not just for her financial potential but also for her beauty—she hesitated to ask her.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the boss and flung him like a toy to interrogate him. As for his subordinate, who was about to express his loyalty, the two operators nearby tossed him aside and smacked the back of his head with a plastic cuff, as if a grandparent were teaching a disobedient descendant.

From the two men’s mouths, Ling Qingyu gained more tools and options that would add to Yang Qingyue’s merit.

For her wife, she had worked really hard. Moreover, this place was highly suitable for businesses like bars and restaurants.

Since everything was already set up, why not confiscate it and purchase it from the authorities to resume business?

The infrastructure was in place, and the workers were available. No government would refuse her offer, right?

Everybody won—except the victims whose properties were robbed away.

Not to mention, she would provide a more secure and healthy entertainment venue, devoid of drugs and dangers.

When the two men were taken downstairs after revealing crucial intel, Ling Qingyu looked at the woman’s beauty and hesitated.

Unrelated personnel meant there would be no further connection between them. Of course, she could hire the woman for her future bar, but that would be wasting this beauty’s real potential and possible achievements.

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First, Ling Qingyu coughed and asked, "Young lady, are you forced to be here?"

The woman nodded. "Sort of initially, but I figured to survive and enjoy some benefits, why not sacrifice a little? I work here as a waitress and attract their eyes."

"Well, that means you aren’t currently coerced from a legal perspective," Ling Qingyu said in deep thought.

"You could say that. But the opposite is also true—how dare I resist and offend them?" the woman replied.

"Then, can you please dress up?" Ling Qingyu spoke with some speechlessness. This woman might have forgotten herself.

The woman shrieked and quickly adjusted her disheveled cheongsam. Afterward, she hesitantly asked, "Am I being detained?"

"Of course not," Ling Qingyu shook her head.

"Then, please allow me to clean myself."

"Sure, go ahead. I’ll be waiting." Ling Qingyu nodded and left the room. There was no way in hell she would spend extra time where a man’s dirty deeds had taken place.

Soon, the woman, now properly cleansed, exited the room and walked toward Ling Qingyu, causing the latter to beam with a smile.

She openly appreciated the stunner’s display and recalled Fan Xi and Ling Yunxiang. With the right training, this woman could excel in the entertainment sector.

If not for temperament affecting the score, Ling Qingyu would have already grabbed this girl into her harem… Ahem.

As for virginity issues and whatnots… please. In the modern era, as long as the numbers weren’t too outrageous or horrendous, Ling Qingyu didn’t care.

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In fact, Ling Qingyu just wanted to collect rare beauties from around the world and have some fun. She wasn’t going to coerce or trick others into a relationship like some unscrupulous protagonist.

Furthermore, this woman had accompanied the man and likely possessed other important information they might have overlooked. So, she had to retain this asset, regardless of whether it was for profit potential or personal interest.