Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 14

Venus was a name filled with love and desire, usually a place of extravagant, hedonistic music and entertainment.

Qianzhou was still wearing his white shirt and black shorts, showing off those long, fair legs.

Gu Sheng stared at him for a moment, then draped his own coat over the boy before getting into the car.

Gu Sheng’s coat was thin, but long enough to reach the knees.

On Qianzhou, it looked oversized, almost covering his ankles.

Qianzhou tugged at the coat, rolling the sleeves up a bit.

The view outside the window quickly retreated as the car sped along.

Today, Gu Sheng had brought a driver.

He and Qianzhou sat together in the back. The driver had a poker face, asked nothing, said nothing.

The car was utterly quiet.

Soon, they entered a street glowing with neon lights.

Even the trash bins were decorated with pink roses.

From inside drifted music, sometimes soft, sometimes pulsing with rhythm, along with coquettish laughter and flirtatious voices.

The whole atmosphere reeked of desire.

Qianzhou leaned against the window, turning his head to look outside.

In a shadowy alley barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side, he saw two figures pressed together—one tall and strong, the other much thinner.

The smaller one was shoved against the wall, head thrown back, neck stretched taut.

His arms and legs were visibly trembling, mouth wide open.

As if begging for mercy.

Qianzhou quickly snapped his gaze away, as though burned.

His fingers dug nervously into Gu Sheng’s sleeve, fidgeting, not daring to look outside again.

He hadn’t expected people to behave like animals in heat—pressed into a dark corner, risking being caught, doing such things.

Gu Sheng glanced at him with a faint smirk. “What did you see?”

“Two people in the alley…”

He stopped speaking, but Gu Sheng already understood.

“Normal. That’s how it is here.” Gu Sheng hooked a finger around a strand of his hair, twirling it slowly, quietly watching the boy’s face in the dim light.

“Venus is here?” Qianzhou asked.

Gu Sheng looked out the window. “Venus is at the center here. The largest trading hub, and also… the most dangerous.”

“A buyer with a lot of nerve arranged to meet me here.”

His expression remained calm, as if the location meant nothing.

That commanding air made Qianzhou think of an emperor—not just the CEO of some famous company.

“If someone didn’t know better, they’d think you were doing shady deals…” Qianzhou muttered as he followed him out of the car.

Gu Sheng reached out his hand, worried the boy might get lost, and even handed him a locator device.

It had a button that could trigger an alarm.

Qianzhou stuffed it into his pocket, but instead of taking Gu Sheng’s hand, he gripped his sleeve tightly.

Gu Sheng let him hold on as they walked toward the entrance.

Right before going inside, Gu Sheng warned:

“Once we’re in, don’t accept drinks or alcohol from anyone—unless I’m beside you.”

He led Qianzhou into Venus.

Inside, the hallways twisted like a maze, all glittering with golden decorations, leading toward different grand chambers.

Qianzhou noticed a masked attendant whispering something to Gu Sheng before bowing and opening a door—without questioning Qianzhou’s identity.

Perhaps Gu Sheng had reserved ahead of time.

Behind the door, the space opened wide. Bright, realistic oil paintings lined the walls, and the glass was inlaid with looping, colorful patterns.

Qianzhou stayed glued to Gu Sheng’s side, following him to a booth right by the stage.

“President Gu.”

A striking man with dyed, multicolored hair approached, the first to look directly at Qianzhou.

“Your little boyfriend?”

Qianzhou studied the tattoo on his arm, then calmly replied, “No.”

The man was dressed like a flamboyant parrot, long hair loose around his shoulders, a shiny tongue piercing flashing as he spoke.

His fox-like eyes were dazzling—showy, but not unpleasant.

Cheng Xiao accepted something from the bartender and asked Gu Sheng, “What would you like? I’ll mix it myself.”

“Whatever.”

“And you, little one?” Cheng Xiao looked at Qianzhou.

“I want something white,” Qianzhou said.

Gu Sheng gave him a look. “Give him plain water.”

Cheng Xiao smirked and shot Qianzhou a teasing smile. “Adorable.”

“…I want apple juice,” Qianzhou corrected himself.

This time, Gu Sheng allowed it.

The bartender, respectful to the extreme, placed an iced glass with a lemon slice at Qianzhou’s side.

For Gu Sheng, a golden-orange cocktail—named Sunset Glow.

Cheng Xiao tossed aside his tools once finished, the bartender silently stepping back to wash and put everything away.

Not a word was exchanged, as if the strict hierarchy here dictated every move.

Cheng Xiao clearly wasn’t just staff—he didn’t wear the golden uniform of waiters or bartenders.

After serving Gu Sheng, he left; clearly, the buyer Gu Sheng was waiting for wasn’t important enough to deserve Cheng Xiao’s personal service.

Qianzhou sipped his juice, then asked, “Why hasn’t he come yet?”

“Gu Sheng, what time did you agree to meet?”

Gu Sheng checked his watch. “Half an hour ago.”

If Qianzhou remembered correctly, Gu Sheng had already been late himself.

This buyer was even more arrogant.

Yet Gu Sheng showed no impatience, no extra expression at all.

Qianzhou, still drinking, turned his gaze to the stage.

Spotlights hit the crimson-gold curtains, music swelling louder. The crowd grew restless, eyes glowing with excitement.

Gu Sheng flicked Qianzhou’s forehead lightly, voice gentle:

“The shows here aren’t for you. Go play in another hall—whichever you like.”

Qianzhou blinked in surprise.

He’s this generous now? Any hall?

He carried his apple juice toward the door, only to bump into a fat blond man.

The man muttered something in a foreign language, then, noticing Qianzhou’s face, chuckled and groped his waist.

Qianzhou frowned deeply, slapped the hand away, and hurried out.

Behind him, Gu Sheng’s gaze turned instantly murderous, eyes locked on that offending hand.

His voice chilled. “Miles. You’re late.”

“Hehe… too many pretty boys here, I got distracted. My bad.”

But there wasn’t an ounce of apology on his face.

——

Qianzhou wandered the corridors, soon finishing his juice.

A quick-witted waiter stepped up to take the glass, softly suggesting: “There’s a magic show on the second floor, if you’d like to see.”

“Mm. Thanks.” Qianzhou didn’t linger.

Further down, a giant screen listed the programs for each hall.

Most of the second-floor halls had magic shows. Qianzhou was on the first floor.

But curiously, none of the schedules listed the lettered hall he had just left.

His curiosity stirred—what exactly was in there that wasn’t “suitable” for him?

Just then, Cheng Xiao happened to walk over.

He immediately recognized the pretty boy at Gu Sheng’s side.

“What are you looking at?” Cheng Xiao asked.

Qianzhou, head tilted back, replied, “Why don’t I see the lettered hall’s program here?”

“You’re pretty curious.”

Then suddenly, Qianzhou felt his body lift. “Eh?”

Cheng Xiao had picked him up, tilting his chin toward the very top of the screen. “There.”

“Ocean of Desire…?”

Cheng Xiao set him down again. “Got a good look?”

“Yes.” Qianzhou nodded.

“But what does it mean?”

With a sly grin, Cheng Xiao braced one hand against the wall, tongue piercing glinting as his fox-eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Not telling Gu Sheng?”

“Mm.” Qianzhou stared at the tongue stud and nodded.

“Come on then, I’ll take you to see.”