A Bumpy Road to Power

The so-called prop was a male silicone model.

Same size as a real man.

Since it was a model, of course there wasn't anything covering it.

Especially that upright "gun barrel" between its legs—honestly, it was bigger than most real men's.

The so-called skills showcase turned out to be a demonstration of bedroom skills.

Worthy of being a Cairo Grant-level venue.

They even had this kind of "equipment."

A wave of shrieks erupted in the hall.

Which showed the most exciting act was about to start.

Heads craned forward one by one, eyes glowing, some people's expressions even starting to twist.

Then.

A folding bed was carried up.

Placed right in the center.

The silicone model naturally was laid onto the folding bed.

Amid a burst of cheers and soft, tender music.

No. 3, Roxanne, went on stage first.

Roxanne was still wearing the lingerie from the previous round.

It was a teacher outfit.

On top she had on a sheer white blouse; though there was a layer of fabric, you could faintly make out the body beneath.

Of course.

There was no bra underneath.

The fullness of the twin meatballs and the two grapes on top were on full display.

On the bottom she wore a tight black skirt.

The hem only reached the tops of her thighs.

On her legs were black stockings that went above the knees.

Both seductive and elegant.

She first walked a lap around the hall; in the process, she deliberately stuck her butt out toward the guest seats, as if she wanted them to see the scenery under her skirt.

Of course.

That kind of display had an effect.

The "show" hadn't even started yet.

The score was already shooting up.

Keep in mind, this round was the finals, which meant the score from this round was the final result.

The remaining four girls would naturally go all out.

Amid a wave of coaxing catcalls.

Roxanne walked up to the "model."

Under countless feverish gazes.

She finally unbuttoned her blouse.

Two full, round, snow-white bunnies bounced out, displayed in front of everyone.

To achieve an even better effect.

She even cupped them with her hands and shook them twice.

In that moment.

Dirk Carter felt a wave of sorrow rise in his chest.

A perfectly fine young woman in her prime, clearly with enough assets to make others jealous.

Yet she was being toyed with by this group of powerful men like some plaything.

Wasn't this a kind of degeneration in its own right?

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Aurora noticed something off about Dirk Carter and asked.

Dirk Carter gave a faint smile.

He said, "Nothing. Help me keep an eye on things, I'm going to lie down on the chairs in the back for a bit."

With that.

He stood up.

"Boss, do you need Aurora to serve you?"

Aurora asked.

Dirk Carter waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll just lie down for a while."

After he lay down on the recliner behind the screen.

Dirk Carter's head was a mess.

This trip to Veridia City had really opened his eyes. He'd thought the worst-performing prefecture-level city in all of Janton State was only being dragged down by places like Helios County.

Now it seemed the rot started at the top and spread downward.

A wave of decadence from top to bottom.

With a government like this, how could the economy possibly do well.

The one in charge of the economy was definitely the mayor.

And the mayor of Veridia City was Norman Ross.

If a man couldn't even manage himself, how could he possibly manage the economy?

Maybe it was because he hadn't slept well the night before.

As he thought and thought, drowsiness hit him out of nowhere, and he drifted off groggily.

Suddenly, he just felt a tightness below the waist.

Dirk Carter's eyes flew open.

He saw Aurora kneeling between his legs.

He had no idea when his belt had been undone.

She was sucking on his "lollipop," head bobbing up and down, looking like she was really into it.

"Aurora, you…"

Dirk Carter sat up in surprise.

Aurora gripped Dirk Carter's gun barrel with one hand and said with a happy smile, "This way Boss can feel a bit more comfortable."

Dirk Carter hurriedly stood up.

He fixed his belt and asked, "How's the scoring now?"

Aurora said, "All four of them have finished their skills displays. No. 4, Kira, is still on top, and No. 7 has the lowest score. She just couldn't let go, she almost got booed off by the guests."

Dirk Carter quickly walked to the front.

Just in time for the bidding round.

Kira's score had already been pushed up to 344 points, while Sheryl Schultz stood timidly off to the side in the lingerie she'd worn before, with a pathetic 7 points.

A pity.

He'd missed Sheryl Schultz's skills showcase.

But judging from Aurora's description, there probably wasn't much to see.

Seeing that the competition was nearing its end.

The outcome was basically decided.

The Oiran of this contest was undoubtedly going to be No. 4, Kira.

She was already reveling in victory, her face full of smug delight, strutting around in triumph.

Looking at the dejected Sheryl Schultz.

Dirk Carter said, "Aurora, raise the paddle—No. 7, five hundred points."

As soon as he said that.

Aurora froze.

Five hundred points was five million.

Could this guest in front of her be some hidden big shot?

Didn't seem like it. His whole vibe was nothing like some rich tycoon.

"Boss, don't blame Aurora for nagging you, after the contest someone will come find you to swipe the card. They won't let you leave without paying."

Aurora said, a little timidly.

Dirk Carter laughed and said, "You're afraid I can't afford it?"

"No, no."

Aurora waved her hands quickly, muttering, "I'm just trying to talk Boss out of impulse spending."

"Just do as I say. You won't lose out."

Dirk Carter said.

Aurora had no choice.

She could only raise the paddle and walk to the glass.

When the host announced that the Cancer Room was bidding five hundred points for No. 7.

The entire hall was a little stunned.

Almost everyone turned to look in Dirk Carter's direction.

Unfortunately, under the dim lights, they couldn't see anything.

Sheryl Schultz, who'd already lost heart.

Suddenly snapped her head up and looked over.

As if she'd seen a beacon of light in the darkness.

"No. 4, two hundred points!"

At that moment.

Someone in the VIP section raised a paddle again.

Dirk Carter squinted to see.

What a coincidence.

The one holding the paddle was actually Young Master T-Rex Wang.

Could he already know that the Cancer Room was Dirk Carter?

Of course not!

The reason he put out that kind of price naturally had its purpose.

The hall was in an uproar.

No. 4's score jumped from 344 straight to 544.

And Sheryl Schultz, who'd briefly taken first place, went from 7 to 507, slipping back down to second.

"Raise the paddle, add another hundred points."

Dirk Carter said, his tone utterly calm.

In the blink of an eye.

Sheryl Schultz's score jumped to 607, putting her back in first—for the moment.

Young Master Wang in the hall was about to blow his top, wondering who on earth was in that private room and why he was so fixated on No. 7. Though he knew anyone with a private room definitely wasn't some nobody.

But he had to win tonight.

No matter what, No. 4 had to take first place.

He grit his teeth, raised the paddle again, and added another hundred.

No. 4's score once again took the lead, reaching 644.

Six hundred forty-four points meant 6.44 million.

This wasn't just throwing money around by the thousands, this was throwing around money by the millions.

Aurora turned back to look at Dirk Carter.

A questioning look in her eyes.

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