Just as Wen Bai responded, the tall robot behind him, dressed in a tight motorcycle suit, stepped forward and approached, producing a stack of cash.
Wen Bai visibly froze for a second.
Did 575 actually have cash on him?
Perhaps Wen Bai's expression was too obvious, as System 001 spoke up to explain, "I stored a lot of cash in 575's room. 575 uses money daily when buying groceries. Actually, host, have you ever considered where the ingredients for your meals come from?"
Wen Bai fell silent for a moment. He hadn't considered it.
It seemed he had truly never bothered with these matters, he hadn't even noticed when 575 went to buy groceries.
System 001 continued to explain, "All the vegetables are ordered by 575 online, delivered to the house, and paid for on delivery. Before you wake up every day, 575 has already sorted and put away the groceries in the refrigerator."
While Wen Bai was communicating with System 001, 575 had already silently and generously handed the entire stack of money to the bald man.
But, was this much money necessary?
The bald man on the other side also seemed to think it was a bit excessive. He cautiously pulled out a few bills, indicating that this was enough.
As a result, 575 directly pushed back the money the other man had given him.
Wen Bai didn't even have time to stop him.
Forget it, he had more than enough money anyway.
However, this money was visibly well-spent.
The immediate effect of his wealth power was evident. The bald thug's confident and arrogant demeanor immediately changed; in an instant, he learned humility and flattery.
The bald thug no longer stood at the doorway. His straightened shoulders relaxed instantly as he ushered Wen Bai and 575 inside, saying, "Guests, please follow me. You can tell me whatever you desire, and I guarantee your satisfaction."
The bald thug led Wen Bai directly into the establishment.
The interior was dimly lit and hazy, with white lights occasionally sweeping across the stage below.
The shop wasn't large. In the center stood a raised platform, where someone was moving their body up and down to the rhythm of the music, holding a steel pole.
A not-so-bright pink spotlight shone on the stage, slowly sweeping across the sole dancer to the music.
Below the stage was a row of seats, all occupied.
In front of each seat was a dancing figure.
They stood at times, then bent over and arched their backs, and at other times sat on the laps of the seated patrons, dancing slowly.
The dancers' attire was universally revealing.
In the dim light, the bald thug glanced back at Wen Bai's expression. Seeing that the wealthy patron didn't seem particularly interested, the bald thug continued to lead Wen Bai further inside, not stopping in the crowded main hall.
The bald thug led Wen Bai around a corner and through a small door into a narrow corridor.
In this dim corridor, there were many rooms on either side. These rooms didn't even have doors; they were simply covered by curtains at the entrances to block the view.
Passing through the dim corridor, Wen Bai glimpsed entangled bodies through the not-so-tightly drawn curtain doors on both sides.
Fragmented sounds could be heard, and occasionally what sounded like screams emanated from within.
He glanced curiously, then turned his gaze back and followed the bald thug leading the way, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
Behind him, the tall robot's sapphire-blue eyes remained fixed on his master, who was a few steps ahead.
After walking for a while, at the very end, there finally appeared rooms with solid wooden doors.
The bald thug pushed the door open and invited Wen Bai inside.
Wen Bai walked in directly.
The interior was spacious, with only a large leather sofa and an oversized coffee table in front of it.
Of course, the lighting remained dim and suggestive.
Wen Bai stopped inside and realized that his robot, 575, had not followed.
He turned around and saw the bald thug blocking 575.
The tall robot merely looked in the direction of its master, offering no resistance, as it was being held back at the doorway.
Wen Bai spoke with displeasure, "Let him in."
The bald thug scratched his bald head, seemingly not understanding, and reconfirmed with the wealthy patron, "You need it to be present?"
Wen Bai replied as a matter of course, "Yes."
The bald thug's gaze complexly swept over 575 from head to toe, then a look of understanding crossed his face as he said, "I understand."
Without further hesitation, the bald thug let 575 in.
Wen Bai stood inside without sitting down. The curtained doorways they had passed made him feel that this place might not be very clean.
Before long, the bald thug returned with a group of scantily clad men and women.
Wen Bai turned around, confused, and saw a line of people standing before him, presented for his perusal and selection.
Wen Bai stood frozen, facing this array.
After bringing the people in, the bald thug motioned for the line of people standing neatly before Wen Bai to turn around. They each took a slow turn in front of Wen Bai.
Wen Bai turned to System 001 again, "Are you sure the place where the rogue robot appeared is here?"
System 001 reconfirmed, "Host, this is indeed the place where rogue robots appeared most frequently at the beginning of the original plot."
The bald thug in front of him politely asked Wen Bai, "Are there any styles here that you fancy?"
Wen Bai remained silent, his gaze becoming even more rigid as he looked at the nearly naked men and women before him.
Behind Wen Bai, those sapphire-blue eyes briefly scanned the men and women before them, then returned to their master.
The bald thug felt that Wen Bai was dissatisfied with the people he had brought.
He waved his hand, signaling them to leave.
Then, the bald thug patiently said to Wen Bai, "Please wait a moment."
Wen Bai stood rigidly and nodded, responding in a way that showed he was caught between wanting to leave and wanting to stay, "Mm."
Thus, in a short time, several groups of men and women had come and gone.
The bald thug had not seen this wealthy customer express any satisfaction.
His gaze involuntarily shifted to the robot standing behind the patron, a robot with exceptionally good looks and outstanding demeanor. Such a robot, even among robots, was exceptionally outstanding in appearance.
Then, the bald thug left along with the departing group.
When everyone had left the room.
Wen Bai still stood there, questioning his own existence. His expression suggested he himself didn't know how to resolve the situation.
Only when the thug entered again did Wen Bai's rigid expression slightly improve.