After the Pretty Streamer Became a Hitman chapter 8

Chapter 8: Hubby Turned into a Scalper Male Model

Qi En told Dash about his recent experience.

He had thought about embellishing the story a bit, but he swallowed the words just as they reached his lips.

Dash’s conclusion was simple: “You met a scalper.”

Qi En asked, confused, “What is a scalper?”

He spoke very softly, carefully glancing around as if worried the “scalper” might suddenly pop out from a corner.

A cold, mechanical voice came from the other end of the phone: “Someone who buys a club membership and then resells entry at a high price to earn the difference. I checked—the cheapest membership at M Club is six thousand, not including the two thousand fee to open the card. He only needs to sell a few entries to break even.”

Qi En sort of understood, but not entirely. “Oh…”

He looked down at his remaining three hundred yuan.

So hateful.

“Was the guy you met dressed to the nines? Did he look like an upright gentleman? Like a good person?”

“Yes!” Qi En exclaimed in amazement. “You guessed it right. D Gege is so amazing.”

“He might even be a male host.”

“Male host?” Qi En asked.

“That’s all part of a scalper’s disguise. They use a pretty-boy face specifically to trick minors or young people who can’t afford a membership but want to see the world inside.”

“Right!” Qi En agreed blindly.

“Be careful in the future. Don’t get scammed. People like that have a lot of schemes.”

Tell me about it!

Qi En puffed up his cheeks in anger.

If he had known earlier, he would have asked someone else for help. To think he had accidentally asked that damned scalper by mistake.

He wouldn’t leave if he wasn’t paid! And he kept pestering him!

Qi En hadn’t brought much cash to begin with, and now, with only three hundred left, what could he possibly buy?

Dash: “What about now? Did you shake him off?”

Qi En looked left and right, scouting his surroundings. “That person isn’t following me anymore.”

“Then let’s start the operation.”

Qi En felt an inexplicable rush of excitement. It felt like an official mission. He gave a heavy “Mn,” nodding his head forcefully and seriously.

“Are you there?” Dash asked.

“D Gege, I’ll be there very soon. Your colleague is taking me to your staff lounge; I’ll wait for you there,” Qi En said, raising his voice intentionally while sneaking glances at the waiter leading the way ahead. “You have to come quickly, okay?”

“Okay.”

A faint puff of air came through the receiver—the electronic static was a bit heavy, making it sound slightly harsh.

It seemed D Gege had laughed.

D Gege must also think his tactic was very clever.

Qi En’s mood improved slightly, and he quickly tossed the scary events from earlier to the back of his mind.

“We’re here.” The waiter opened the door to the lounge and stepped aside to let Qi En pass.

Qi En first poked his head in to scan the room before walking inside.

He turned back and smiled. “Thank you.”

The waiter was dazed by that smile. The resentment from working a shift dissipated slightly, replaced by a sudden surge of desire to help others.

“Excuse me, what is your friend’s name? I can call him for you.”

“No need, thank you,” Qi En said, his voice soft and gentle.

“Th-thank you. I’ll get back to work then.” The waiter pointed to one of the lockers. “That’s my locker. There are snacks inside; if you get bored, you can eat them. My jacket is in there too. If the air conditioning gets too cold, you can wear it.”

“Okay.”

Seeing that he hadn’t left yet, Qi En smiled at him again.

The waiter finally left, though he practically ran away.

He almost tripped over his own feet in the process.

” being so clumsy… he’s going to get complaints from the guests…”

After watching the waiter disappear into the distance, Qi En quickly shut the door.

Leaning his back against the door, he took out his phone and messaged Dash: I’m in.

Dash replied after a moment: Good. Is there an elevator?

Only then did Qi En continue his operation.

There was only one elevator in the lounge, located in a very obvious spot. But when Qi En entered it, he couldn’t find a button for the B3 floor.

It seemed he had found the wrong one.

The elevator that actually led to the station must be in a more hidden location.

He groped along the walls for a while, then opened the lockers one by one to look for a mechanism.

He saw that one of the lockers was filled with candy.

He leaned back slightly to check the nameplate on the locker.

Hmm—

Didn’t recognize the name.

It was probably that waiter’s locker.

The waiter brother said he could eat the candy inside, so stealing two pieces should be fine, right?

Qi En stealthily took two candies with pink and yellow wrappers.

After putting the candy in his shorts pocket, he tidied up the remaining pile before closing the locker door.

He continued checking the subsequent lockers.

Hard work pays off; he finally found a suspicious locker.

It had two doors, top and bottom, neither with a nameplate. He tried pulling them, but they wouldn’t budge.

Qi En grabbed both handles—one high, one low—with both hands and pulled with all his might.

Still couldn’t pull them open, so he relaxed his grip.

Eh?

What the?

Qi En pushed gently, and both doors slowly swung inward simultaneously.

So they had to be pushed open.

And pushing just one wouldn’t work; you had to push both together.

The employees surely never guessed this locker opened this way.

It was empty inside, but Qi En carefully noticed a small gap at the junction of the cabinet panels.

He dug his fingers into the crack and slid it to the side.

The panel slid open horizontally.

And behind it was an elevator.

Qi En walked in and sure enough, he saw the B3 button that wasn’t present in the outer elevator.

But he didn’t take the elevator immediately. Instead, he doubled back to the employee locker, opened it, and took three more candies.

He arranged the remaining candies into a pattern, extended a finger, and gently adjusted their positions.

It was a heart shape.

It meant “Thank you.”

enn: I’m on the elevator.

Dash: Okay.

Just “Okay”?

Qi En pouted.

Dash: You are very smart.

“Hehe.”

Qi En couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Dash: The LMA station person in charge is down there. Find him and give him the code word. He will only give you the items after confirming your identity. Everyone’s code is different, and even for the same person, the code changes each time.

Dash: It’s written in the Hitman Guidelines that if you want other weapons and equipment, you can buy them from him separately. Once purchased, he will update the information in the resource application column. If you don’t understand anything about weapons, you can ask him too.

Dash: By the way, the person in charge of Zone B-588 is named Kai. His codename is K. Just call him Brother K (K Ge). Do not call him K Gege.

The last request was a bit strange, but Qi En took it to heart.

After all, every strange rule has a serious origin.

Qi En very rigorously bookmarked Dash’s last sentence.

enn: D Gege, then what is my code word?

Stepping out of the elevator, he was met with an intense chill.

The floor, walls, and ceiling were all silver-gray, gleaming with a metallic luster. With each step Qi En took, two lights ahead of him flickered on.

Qi En knew why it was designed this way.

To save electricity.

He had a lot of experience in saving money.

Unlike the floors above, the underground didn’t have many winding corridors.

It was a straight path to the end. Once the lights ahead fully illuminated, Qi En saw the door at the far end.

He slowly shuffled forward while messaging Dash.

But before the message could send, the door slid open to both sides automatically.

So it was a sensor door.

Qi En put down his phone. Through the gradually widening gap, he began to see the scene inside clearly.

Was this a wine cellar?

Did he come to the wrong place?

The place was small, barely the size of four elevator cars.

Different from the style of the corridor outside, this place leaned more towards being old and worn.

Behind a table that resembled a front desk sat a person.

That must be the station person in charge.

Qi En didn’t make a sound, observing him quietly.

The man had a head of freshly dyed yellow hair. Even in a place that felt dusty, his yellow hair was blindingly bright.

Yellow Hair sat sideways to the door, completely unaware of Qi En’s intrusion. He was slumped in a single sofa chair, legs crossed and propped up on the table. He held a black object in his hand—long and tubular—polishing it with a rag.

He was staring intently at something diagonally in front of him: a mobile phone propped up on the desk.

As for the black item in Yellow Hair’s hand, Qi En couldn’t see clearly what it was.

Qi En had been standing there for a while—the sensor door behind him had even closed again—yet Yellow Hair still didn’t react.

Qi En had no choice but to raise his hand. “Excuse me…”

“Wocao!”

Yellow Hair suddenly howled.

Qi En was startled, his body jerking, and instantly went silent.

“What’s wrong…?”

But his voice was too small, completely drowned out by the sound from Yellow Hair’s phone.

“What the hell is this disgusting thing? Is this what Level 3 live streams are like now?”

“Did this stupid bird streamer not read the platform rules before coming to Miro?”

“Level 3 is the ‘Baobao’ zone!”

“Damn, I’m actually done. Report, report. Reason for reporting? Giant infants should go to the Level 2 Grotesque Zone!”

“Definitely another one trying to imitate En-En-chan. Did they even check if they have the conditions to get famous? Is my En-En-chan someone just anyone can copy?”

Qi En froze.

Did he hear that right?

Yellow Hair mentioned En-En-chan.

Qi En lowered his head, brushing his hair forward to cover part of his face.

If he had known, he would have worn a mask. Who knew he would meet someone who recognized him even here?

“Hmm? Wait, it shows someone entered the area?”

Yellow Hair said, straightening up slightly.

He scanned the space. From his angle, Qi En was perfectly blocked by his own propped-up feet.

At this moment, Qi En called out to him.

“Hello.”

Yellow Hair didn’t see anyone and was about to go back to his phone when he heard the voice and looked up again.

“What sound was that?”

“Is there a mosquito?”

Qi En spoke a bit louder. “It! Is! Me! Hel! Lo!”

Yellow Hair yelled “Wocao” again, his butt slipping sideways as he nearly fell over.

He dropped his legs, sat up properly, and turned the phone volume down to the lowest setting.

From his angle looking at Qi En, Qi En’s hair was messy, completely covering his eyes, revealing only a deathly pale lower face. He looked like a timid little dummy.

But those lips were wet and red, as if he had licked them over and over again before speaking.

Was he that sweet?

Qi En didn’t dare lift his head too high. Plus, the front desk was built on a raised platform, making the table elevated. Standing at the bottom of the steps, the tabletop actually reached Qi En’s shoulders.

He had to rest his entire arms on the table, trying hard to tiptoe and shrug his shoulders to prop himself up.

Speaking became a bit difficult, his voice coming out thin and soft. “Hello. Excuse me, do you have time tonight?”

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