"Surprised?" Wang Weibo spoke with a pipe in his mouth, a strong, pungent tobacco smell wafting out as he spoke. "I'm the new owner here."
"Then you came at the right time. Do you recognize these two prostitutes?" Rochester handed over a photograph of the two women who had just been lying in the corridor.
"How could I possibly know people like that!" Wang Weibo glanced at the photo and tossed it back to Rochester.
"Aren't you the owner here?"
"I've got plenty of women like them here. Do you expect me, as the owner, to sleep with each of them to test their skills before keeping them?" Wang Weibo laughed, watching Rochester's face turn red with frustration at his words. "Sheriff, trivial matters like this are handled by my men. You can ask Miller."
"Miller?" As Rochester stood bewildered, a tall, broad young man with green hair walked over. Xiao Lin immediately recognized him as the guy who reported back in the hallway earlier.
