The Supreme Soldier in the City

At that moment, Charlotte Davis, their manager, came over to toast, and then handed a membership card to James Brown with both hands. This made Alice Brown and Jennifer Hog quite envious. They also longed to possess such a membership card, but with their capabilities, getting their hands on one was simply impossible.

"Well, then, we’re relying on the two of you for some of our company’s promotion," said Lucy Campbell as they neared the end of their meal and she broached the matter at hand.

Alice Brown and Jennifer Hog hurried to agree in unison, because Lucy Campbell had offered them a substantial reward. Moreover, becoming friends with a boss of such stature was what they valued the most.

After the meal, James Brown sang in the private room with the others. Lucy Campbell directly admitted she couldn’t sing and just sat watching the trio, while James Brown sang joyously with the two beautiful hosts, who flirted with him now and then.

James Brown, however, was not one to reject such advances; easy pickings delivered to your doorstep should not go unclaimed. All he had to do was ensure that things didn’t end up in bed.

It was past eleven o’clock when the four of them left. Before leaving, Alice Brown and Jennifer Hog got James Brown’s phone number and saved their numbers in his phone as well.

However, they were surprised by James Brown’s few-dollar phone, but they didn’t doubt his identity was fake, because Lucy Campbell had already mentioned that James Brown had been living a low-profile life in YODC City for a few years. Plus, when it came to paying the bill, James Brown used a card, and this dinner cost over ten thousand, not something an ordinary person could afford.

Sitting in the car on the ride back, Lucy Campbell said with a playful smile, "I noticed those two beautiful hosts seemed quite interested in you. A simple gesture from you, and they’d probably go out and book a room with you."

James Brown lit a cigarette, rolled down the window—it was warm in April, and the open window wasn’t cold—took a drag, and then gently smiled, "Such women, they don’t interest me. I can’t give them anything."

Lucy Campbell leaned slightly to look at James Brown. She usually didn’t like men smoking, but she found James Brown’s smoking somewhat masculine. Plus, he was smoking the high-grade cigarettes she had provided, which pleased her. She laughed and said, "What they want is nothing more than fame and wealth. If you wanted to, I don’t think it would be a problem."

"It’s unnecessary. I wouldn’t put so much effort into getting into bed with some woman unless I truly fell in love with someone one day."