Bailey smiled. "They used to be men, but now they''re women."


    Wilbur did not know what to say to that.


    Just then, the three drag queens on stage began another tantalizing dance sequence.


    As the dance sequence ended, three men with solid, well-toned abs came onstage wearing nothing but boxers.


    The music kicked up, and the lights began to sh wildly.


    The six members onstage broke out into three pairs, dancing seductively with each other.


    As the dance went on, they began to strip until they werepletely naked. Bailey was covering her face, her head lowered.


    Wilbur shook his head, but the best was yet toe.


    Three beds were brought onstage, and each couple took a bed before going to the real thing.


    The noises they made filled the air, amplified by the microphones they were wearing.


    They contorted their bodies into unimaginable positions, their movements and sounds exaggerated to the extreme.


    Wilbur''s eyes nearly popped out of his head.


    No wonder Bailey had not wanted toe. This was a show, unlike anything he had seen before.


    Was this allowed to be shown in public?


    It took another minute before Wilbur all but dragged Bailey out of the theater in a panic.


    Wilbur fidgeted awkwardly once they were outside. "Sorry about making you watch that with me. I didn''t know that was going to happen."


    "Oh, it''s fine. It''s a shame you came out so early, there was even more exciting stuffing." Bailey could not help but chuckle at the look on his face.


    Wilbur''s jaw fell open. "What could possibly be more exciting than that?"


    "Oh, they invite the audience onstage to be a part of the experience. It''s really pricey, though. Not that money would be a problem for you, right?" Bailey stifled a chuckle.


    Wilbur shook his head profusely. "I''m not that sick in the head. Come on, let''s get some food. I''m hungry."


    Bailey brought Wilbur to the night market, where the both of them had a feast.


    It was a little past eleven when they finally strolled back to the hotel.


    Upon turning a corner, a few hunky blokes appeared to block their path. Wilbur frowned, and Bailey was startled.


    A few more people appeared behind them, blocking them from both sides.


    "Watch out!" Bailey shouted.


    The next second, Jack and Sanko appeared.


    Bailey shouted at once, "I''m going to get you your money soon, Jack! Will you please just leave us alone?"


    "Us?" Jack spat. "I guess you''re his now?"


    "You''re being ridiculous," said Bailey.


    Jack said nothing, taking a step to the side.


    Sanko''s enormous figure strode forward, staring Wilbur down. "Come with me."


    "Why should I? Who the hell do you think you are?" Wilbur said coldly.


    Jack sneered. "This is Sanko, one of the Mighty Tiger Gang''s elite fighters. He''s a cultivator. Do you think you''ll be able to hold up against a cultivator?"


    "A cultivator, huh?" Wilbur smiled.


    Jack said coldly, "Come with us, or you might not get out alive."


    Wilbur sighed. "I guess you took none of my advice to heart."


    Just then, however, Sanko let out a roar as a sheer, white aura lit up around him.


    An overwhelming pressure came surging over, and Bailey screamed in terror. Sanko let out a growl of fury, swinging his fist over in a punch that Wilbur ducked from.


    Sanko''s punchnded on the wall, and an explosive sound rang through the air.


    A hole the size of a human head appeared in the wall, kicking up a fog of dirt and debris in its wake.


    Bailey was scared out of her wits at the sight, trembling from head to toe.


    Jack smirked at her. "Still think your man can fight, Bailey Johns?"