Las Vegas is the largest city in the state of Nevada, USA, known for its immense tourism, shopping, and vacation industry centered around gambling. It's one of the world-renowned vacation destinations and boasts titles such as "The Entertainment Capital of the World" and "The Marriage Capital of the World."

The MIRAGE Hotel is one of the most famous hotels in this city of desires. The Chinese who visit here prefer to call it the "Mirage."

From the top floor of this romantically charming building, one can gaze upon a panorama of dazzling lights, creating an illusion of one's inflated self-worth and dominion over the world.

Duan Tiandao was currently indulging in this illusion. He was leisurely standing before the large French window in the presidential suite at the top of the Mirage, puffing on a Havana cigar from Brazil and delightfully inhaling the thick smoke.

No lights were switched on in the suite. The soft glow from outside cast a silhouette of him. Although his height of 1.75 meters wasn't considered tall, the somewhat tight black suit he was wearing displayed his robust muscle lines.

"Ding dong." A crisp sound from the doorbell rang out from the room's entrance.

In a composed manner, Duan Tiandao took a step back and extinguished the flame on his cigar. This seemingly insignificant step allowed him to avoid the residual light from the window and melt entirely into the darkness. He then said in English, "Come in.”

His voice was deep and husky, articulated with the clear accent unique to Mexicans.

The suite door was gently pushed open, and a seductively dressed woman entered. Caught off guard by the sudden darkness of the room, she instinctively reached for the wall switch.

"You may only turn on the corridor lights," Duan Tiandao said languidly as he sank comfortably into the large sofa beside the bed.

The woman was slightly taken aback. She closed the door behind her and obediently only switched on the corridor lights.

The pink spotlight from the corridor was shining directly down, falling on the seductive woman while unable to dispel the thick darkness around Duan Tiandao.

She was already tall, yet she was wearing a nearly ten-centimeter tall pair of black Ferragamo tasseled high heels. The black matte strap intertwined with her pale instep appeared proud and cool.

Her skirt barely covered her slender, light-skinned legs, irresistibly tempting.

Her blue off-the-shoulder mini dress, with double layered lace, exaggerated her slender waist to the extreme, leading one to wonder about the flexibility it could possess.

Most people cast their gaze on a beauty, starting from head to toe.

It's quite the opposite for Duan Tiandao. Only until this moment, did he take a proper look at the woman's face.

She was the epitome of Asian beauty, at most just a blossoming age of eighteen or nineteen. Long, smooth eyebrows that curved at just the right angle, an immaculately straight nose, soft red lips and the smooth fragrant cheeks. They all combined flawlessly to form an ethereal youthful face of exceptional beauty. Her deep, dark eyes revealing no trace of sentiment, coupled with her face void of any expression, inexplicably triggered an irresistible urge in men to conquer her.

Seemingly aware that she was being admired, a soft blush painted the girl's lovely face. Subconsciously, she lifted her hand to sweep a stray lock of fiery red hair away. This minor movement, inadvertently accentuated the appealing contours of her body.

Even Duan Tiandao, could feel a strong sensation, as if his body was beginning to lose control.

The girl slightly lowered her head, blushing, her voice soft and murmuring. The rare expression of vulnerability stirred one's blood. Using perfect American pronunciation, she asked shyly, "May I come in?" Her long legs already taking tentative steps towards the dark room as she said it.

"Stop." Duan Tiandao quietly said, "I'm sorry, you might not know who I am, but I've always had one strange thing about me." He paused, then added, "I never let a dressed human being come within three meters of me. Otherwise..."

"Click." A sharp and clear sound came from the darkness.

The sound of a gun being cocked, a bullet being loaded.

"You now have two choices." Duan Tiandao took his time, inhaling deeply, "One is to turn around and find another client… or strip naked and walk into this room to get your absolutely satisfactory remuneration.”

Even a stunning woman looks so intriguing when startled. But her self-control was apparently excellent. Her brief panic faded quickly, her scorching lower lip slightly drawn back between her white teeth. Then, she took a deep breath and said firmly, "Huan Jie told me that it is rare to meet such a generous customer like you, even in Las Vegas. And I... am in desperate need of this money."

It seemed the beauty was justifying, but also encouraging herself. The moment her voice fell, her nimble hand had already reached for the belt of her skirt, giving it a light tug.

Even the usually composed Duan Tiandao, couldn’t help but swallow hard at this point.

The decisive woman wasn’t slow at all. As each piece of clothing fell like petals in the wind...