From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

Chapter 821: A Literal Angel

Flashback, 2018

Shanghai, China

"So, you've never been in a relationship, eh?" Bowen asked, nudging his shoulder.

Jun Hao clicked his tongue. "What's it to ya? Do ya think I have enough time for that?"

"Well, it's because you're working too hard. Your hard work was rewarded with more work. I pity you, really."

Jun Hao shook his head. "Whatever."

"You're in luck, though," Bo Wen said. "We're going to a bar today. I heard they're going to have girls serving us. And by serving, I meant 'serving," he continued, winking at Jun Hao.

Jun Hao frowned. "You have a wife," he deadpanned.

"Oh, that's why I'm not coming. You'll be the one to accompany Laohu along with some other ugly goons."

Jun Hao clicked his tongue. "I'm not going," he said. "I told my sister I'll go home today."

Bo Wen smiled. "Well, that's too bad," he said. "My wife is pregnant, and she needs someone to take care of her. Don't you feel bad at all?"

Jun Hao pursed his lips. Why did he have to have such a good heart? Bo Wen knew that he was weak against his wife because she was so kind to him.

"You're cleaning the toilets for a week," he said.

Bo Wen groaned. "Fine," he said. "Does that mean that I can go home now, though?"

Jun Hao nodded. "Go and take care of your wife, idiot."

Bo Wen chuckled and packed his bag.

"What do I need to do, though?" Jun Hao asked. "And does Laohu already know?" "Hmm," Bo Wen said. "I told him that one of us would go. He trusts us both, you know?" "There's nothing special you have to do. He wants to have some fun, drink, and play with some ladies-if you know what I mean. So, just protect him and make sure he has a good time."

"But, you can also have fun on your own. The world knows that you're aching for some physical touch."

Jun Hao pushed Bo Wen away.

"Just go," he said, already feeling annoyed.

With that, the baldie waved his hand and went out of the room.

Jun Hao sighed and quickly went to the parking lot. He saw Laohu's car and went to the one beside it.

"You're going?" one of the goons asked as he entered.

Jun Hao wordlessly nodded.

"It's your first time, right? I'm sure you'll have a great time," another chimed.

With that, the five goons burst into laughter, looking at each other with knowing eyes.

It didn't take long before they arrived at the 'bar.'

It was called a bar, but it was more of a prostitution den. It was something against Jun Hao's principles, but then again, he knew that meddling with such a thing when he was just one person wouldn't do anything good.

He simply couldn't change it.

"Laohu's in that room," one of the goons said, pointing to a large red door.

Jun Hao didn't speak, only crossing his arms in front of his chest and scanning the crowd for any danger.

"We all know that he's going to be there for a long time," another said.

With that, the goons faced the bartender and asked for some drinks.

Jun Hao frowned. "We're not supposed to drink while we're on the job."

They looked at each other before bursting into chuckles.

"Still so uptight, huh?"

"We've done this plenty of times before. Laohu is practically a regular here. Nothing ever happened once he's in that room. It's locked and bulletproof. All he needs is a couple of young girls, and he'll come out in the morning."

"Which means," they smirked. "We have the freedom to do anything that we want until then."

Jun Hao clicked his tongue and looked at his watch. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to go home again. With that, he brought out his phone and texted Mei Ling that he would be home by morning.

The girl replied back with a mere thumbs up.

Jun Hao shook his head in amusement.

Just then, one of the goons placed a drink in front of him. "Come on. Just drink," he said.

Jun Hao ignored them and kept his gaze on the growing crowd. He felt himself feeling nauseated with the mingling scents of bodily fluids and alcohol.

No matter how many times he was exposed to such scenes, he felt like he still couldn't get

used to it.

The goons turned to each other with displeased faces.

"He's always like that feeling righteous," one whispered.

"For all I know, he's also rotten like us. In a barrel of rotten apples, there's no escaping one's

fate."

"Well, it looks to me that he needs to loosen up. Why don't we bring him a present, boys?"

"The blue room?" another asked.

They all nodded mischievously.

Meanwhile, Jun Hao didn't know what was coming at him.

One second, he was still scanning the perimeter, and the next second, he was being pulled to a

small, blue room.

"What the heck? Let go!" he exclaimed.

He was strong, but against five people who were pushing on him with great strength, he

didn't stand a chance.

"Don't worry, brother!" one said. "This is our present to you."

With that, they slammed the door, and Jun Hao heard the sound of keys from outside.

He tried to open the door and cursed under his breath when it didn't open.

"Fucking hell," he muttered.

He stepped away from the door and sighed. Well, on the bright side, he would be able to rest

tonight.

However, just then, he heard someone whimper behind him.

Jun Hao's eyebrows furrowed as he quickly turned around and saw a young woman on the

bed.

The room was dark, with only two strips of blue LED light illuminating the place.

"Please don't do anything," she said, fear evident in her voice.

Jun Hao frowned and finally opened the lights.

As soon as the room was illuminated, Jun Hao felt his breath get caught in the back of his

throat.

"An angel?" he couldn't help but ask.

The girl frowned, although fear was still seen in her features.

"How do you know my name?"