The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 495 - Shame on You

Big Brother couldn't stand it any longer. He quickly covered his privates and bellowed, “Everyone, close your eyes and turn around!”

Those surrounding him exchanged bewildered glances.

The men didn't see the big deal, but the women were slightly embarrassed.

They seemed reluctant to divert their gaze, occasionally stealing glances at his anatomy.

Their eyes brimmed with a longing, particularly the older ladies.

They were well into their fifties or sixties, staring intently at him.

Big Brother was close to tears.

He figured the men wouldn't care much since they shared the same anatomy.

He wouldn't mind if women looked, provided they were young and attractive.

But instead, he was surrounded by a group of middle-aged women.

His intimidating appearance was due to his status as a thug.

He was known to get into fights, so he hoped they wouldn't overstep.

Suddenly, Big Brother reflected on his long-standing reputation in the area.

Why was he lying here without a stitch of clothing?

What on earth had happened the day before?

His memory had been wiped clean, and while he couldn't recall a thing, perhaps that was for the best.

“Big Brother, it's too loud. It's still early. Let's catch some more sleep,” came another voice.

Big Brother turned to see two completely naked men.

They had managed to fall asleep there without any clothes on.

“Get up!” he commanded.

Big Brother got to his feet and kicked his two underlings awake.

“Big Brother, what's going on? You exhausted us last night.”

“Yeah, let us sleep a bit more,” the two mumbled groggily.

The onlookers fell silent, stunned by the revelation.

Despite his tough exterior, Big Brother apparently had a preference for men.

Why couldn't they keep their activities private at home?

Why expose themselves on the street?

Was this the thrill-seeking behavior of the younger generation?

Initially, Big Brother didn't give it much thought, but upon reflection, he realized his subordinate's comment could be misconstrued.

Feeling the weight of the crowd's stares, he quickly clarified, “He didn't mean it like that.”

“He was referring to us taking a group to settle a score last night, which led to this situation.”

Mid-sentence, Big Brother hesitated, realizing the flaw in his explanation.

After all, if they had taken people to fight, they would have either won or lost.

They should have headed to the hospital or the police station, not shown up here.

The explanation was utterly unconvincing.

Big Brother couldn't resist slapping his forehead. He was at a loss for words this time.

Suddenly, he noticed a woman standing next to him, phone in hand.

When had she gotten so close?

He thought to himself, “I'm not interested in guys! Put that phone away, quick. Damn! That's the legendary high-pixel phone. I'm done for. Now, I'll be infamous internationally.”

Big Brother's two henchmen came to their senses.

Looking down, they were shocked.

“Big Brother, my leg hurts!”

“Big Brother, my butt hurts!” they complained, frowning.

Big Brother was nearly in tears.

He desperately wished they would keep quiet.

Couldn't they just say one less thing?

Now, he couldn't clear things up no matter what.

The onlookers' eyes bulged even more at the scene.

Big Brother had never felt so aggrieved in his life. He was so upset he wanted to cry and run home to his mom.

The day before, they had been dragged out of a restaurant by those two goons for dozens of meters, which explained the pain in their butts and legs!

Seeing that his henchmen wanted to speak again, Big Brother blurted out, “Shut up! Let's get dressed and head home, now!”

Scanning the area, he spotted a small courtyard nearby with clothes drying in the sun.

They dashed over, grabbed the clothes, and took off.

Someone chased them, filming with a phone.

A group of women, phones in hand, chuckled and called out.

“Lads, aren't you going to try harder? Let's be WeChat friends.”

“Boys, stop working. I'll take care of you.”

Hearing this, they bolted in terror.

Eventually, they shook off their pursuers.

Gasping for breath, they leaned against a wall and slowly made their way in one direction.

People stopped to stare as they passed; one was squeezed into a tight red dress, another in a sexy tank top and miniskirt. Big Brother was slightly better off in pink pajamas adorned with cartoon characters. But for a burly man to be wearing such adorable sleepwear was indeed an odd sight.

Many people couldn't get away fast enough when they saw them coming.

Despite their usual tough demeanor, the trio was not feeling so fierce at the moment. All they wanted was to leave the area quickly.

They hurried off in a particular direction.

Big Brother slapped his hands together with a scowl and bellowed, “We're only a few dozen meters from our headquarters. Damn it! I'm going to find out who's responsible for this and give them a beating!”

He still couldn't recall what had happened the previous night.

His two henchmen behind him nodded emphatically.

Their anger was palpable. They were accustomed to intimidating others and were not used to being on the receiving end.

The three let out a collective sigh, then proceeded toward their base filled with hope. They were eager to change out of their clothes, take a bath, and get some much-needed sleep.

But upon reaching the entrance, they were taken aback.