After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

"You're such a joke!" The girl Zhang Zhiyuan randomly pointed at said with a smile. She was sitting between Zhang Zhiyuan and Yang Yi. "We live in a society ruled by law now. How can there be such a thing as coercion?"

Somehow, Yang Yi could hear some sarcasm in her gentle tone.

She looked around. The lights in the box were dim, deliberately creating an ambiguous atmosphere. The five men on the sofa seemed to be born hosts, looking down at this self-righteous outsider with half mockery and half condescension.

The five "Twelve Beauties of the Red Chamber" on the sofa had different expressions, some wore mask-like smiles, some were surprised, some did not care, and some were implicitly sarcastic - however, this kind of sarcasm was absolutely different from the sarcasm of those men. They were like the person who fell into the well. They cried for help countless times but only received stones falling from the well. So when someone asked later if there was anyone in the well, they could only sneer.

The waitresses looked numb, as if they didn't hear her question.

"Zhang Zhiyuan, where did you bring this friend from? How come he doesn't know any rules?" Feng Boyuan, the eldest son of the Municipal People's Court said dissatisfiedly.

Chen Fengtao, the person with the most respected status in this box, raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Yi with an interested look.

Zhang Zhiyuan jumped up immediately. He had a feeling that he had seized a great opportunity to show off. He had to draw a clear line between himself and them right now—even though he was still trying to get closer to these two second-generation politicians yesterday—in order to restore his shaky image in front of Yang Yi.

"What kind of bullshit rules are these? Aren't these girls forced? Which girl volunteered to do this? What's wrong with my friend asking this?" He shouted loudly with full force, his tone full of deliberate indignation, as if he could empathize with the girls' situation.

"You are so good, Zhang Zhiyuan. Are you crazy about showing off in front of women?" A friend who usually has a good relationship with him pulled his arm and repeatedly gestured to the two second-generation politicians on the sofa.

"I'm not crazy. In fact, I have long been disgusted with this. People here are not treated as human beings! The men who come here treat these girls as playthings. Aren't we also playthings? Chen Fengtao, Feng Boyuan, and your father who holds power behind the scenes, how much do we businessmen secretly pay to you every year? Have you ever looked us in the eye? Our Jingyuan Group has been around for so many years, but we can't feed you bottomless pits..." As he spoke, he actually felt emotional, and there was a bit of sincere grief and indignation in his tone.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire box was deserted, leaving only the sound of the speakers echoing.

He had just advised his friend to distance himself from Zhang Zhiyuan immediately to show that he had nothing to do with him.

Yang Yi looked at this scene, thoughtful.

Lin Muzhe's mouth curled up slightly, as if he found this scene quite interesting.

"Pa pa——" There was a sudden burst of applause. Chen Fengtao clapped his hands, stood up and sneered, "Good job! Zhang Zhiyuan, I don't know if you are stupid or really have courage, but I hope you can keep this courage until tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow..." As he said that, he glanced at Zhang Zhiyuan like a clown and left the box.

"Bad luck!" Feng Boyuan pushed the girl beside him away and left with Chen Fengtao.

Seeing this, the other three rich second-generations hurriedly followed him out, fearing that if they stayed in the box they would be associated with Zhang Zhiyuan.

The girls looked at each other uneasily and left the box one after another.

"Come on! Take us around this red building!" Yang Yi stood up, dusted off his clothes, and walked out of the box. Zhang Zhiyuan immediately followed behind him, introducing the place as they walked.

Lin Mu fell behind with a smile on his face.

When I arrived at the second floor, before I entered, exciting music came out from the crack of the door. As soon as I pushed open the door, the brilliant lights were dazzling. On a circular stage in the center, a row of dancers in scanty clothes were singing and dancing.

Yang Yi originally thought that some Korean girl group dances were explicit enough, and the sexual innuendos in those dance moves always made her feel uncomfortable. But at this moment, the passionate performances on the stage told her what "hot dance" and "sexual innuendo" were - their unanimous expressions and movements of desire were not hints, but blatant indications.

There were circular booths distributed below the stage, where men dressed in fine clothes, either rich or noble, sat, watching the performance on the stage with great interest. Bunny girls in bikinis held trays and served wine and drinks to the guests, and were touched by the guests from time to time.

Yang Yi frowned, turned his head, and said in a cold voice: "How many floors are there here?"

"There are five floors above ground and three floors underground, a total of eight floors. The five floors above ground are ordinary entertainment venues, and the really exciting ones are on the underground floors... However," Zhang Zhiyuan paused.

"But what?" Yang Yi's tone became increasingly cold and impatient.

Shocked by her tone, Zhang Zhiyuan was silent: "However, it seems that there is a fourth floor underground. My level is not high enough, so I have never been in..."

"Lead the way!" Yang Yi gestured.

After exiting this floor and passing another small dance hall, Yang Yi saw a woman in a nurse's uniform and a white-collar OL uniform fighting on a small stage.

They are obviously not performing, nor are they trained stage actors. They are just you and me, the people we see in our daily lives.

The two pretty women obviously didn't know each other, and they were hesitant at first, as if they didn't know whether they should fight or not. After a while, they started fighting under some kind of compulsion, their movements were random, just like street fights, pulling hair, clothes, scratching faces... After a while, their makeup was blurred, their clothes were torn, revealing their simple underwear.

After a while, the atmosphere in the audience gradually heated up and some people began to cheer loudly.

Yang Yi glanced at the audience. Just like the previous stage, 90% of the audience were men. Judging from their clothes, they were obviously people with a certain status in society.

"What's going on?" Yang Yi stopped.

Zhang Zhiyuan looked a little embarrassed. "The one in the nurse's uniform is a nurse, and the one in the office lady's uniform is probably a white-collar worker. They probably have difficulties in life and are desperate. Someone will use money to lure them to perform here. Whoever wins will get more rewards... The audience here sometimes likes to watch this kind of serious life, forced to..." Zhang Zhiyuan couldn't continue. He carefully glanced at Yang Yi and whispered in defense: "...I don't like to watch these, I just heard a few words from them..."

Yang Yi's eyelashes half drooped and the corner of her eye twitched.

Oh, these people who hold power are no longer satisfied with playing with other people's bodies, and have begun to play with other people's spirits and personalities.

On the stage, the girl in nurse uniform looked only 18 or 19 years old, and her eyes still showed some ignorance of the world. The girl opposite her grabbed her bra strap, and she tried to protect her chest with her left hand to prevent herself from exposing herself, while her right hand also pulled the girl's clothes.

Her face was already covered in tears, her mascara and lipstick were smudged, and amid the malicious and excited cheers, she looked at the audience helplessly, as if she couldn't tell whether this was reality or a nightmare.

The other girl in an OL uniform looked a few years older than the nurse. Her eyes were bloodshot, her teeth were clenched tightly, and her attacks were even more ruthless. It seemed as if she had been immersed in society for several years, knew some darkness, and knew her own insignificance and humbleness. For some purpose that must be achieved, she had already given up everything.

Only when she occasionally looked at the audience, her eyes were filled with anger, shame, and hatred. It can be imagined that if she had the ability to kill these audience members, she would tear them into pieces at the first opportunity without hesitation.