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“That black-hearted villain!”
Every word that came out of his mouth sounded genuine, but when put together, they were nothing but lies to deceive ghosts!
It was the secretive atmosphere of this black market that influenced him, making him believe in nonsense like a “secret auction.”
Mu’en was furious, wishing to return and set fire to that black-hearted shop.
But despite his grinding teeth, Mu’en didn’t have the time to deal with the villainous merchant now and could only swallow his anger for the time being.
Because the auction was about to start.
That alluring beauty’s earlier eagerness probably meant she was trying to gather more people just before it began.
From this, one could see how incredibly… simple it was to participate in this auction.
There wasn’t even much of a requirement, and yet, sexy, seductive elder sisters would sway their slim waists and beg you to attend.
Wasn’t that simply heaven?
Of course, exceptions were those like him, deceived by the wicked merchant and mistaken for a pervert who was only there to flirt.
However, this surge of anger came and went quickly.
Because not far from him stood another figure, similarly draped in a black robe, who after conversing with the beauty distributing flyers, immediately reacted like someone who had toiled for ten years, accumulated money to marry his girlfriend, only to have her run away with his money after giving him a humiliating “hat.”
“My money! The money I didn’t even have time to feel warm in my hands, how could you deceive me with just a flyer, that despicable merchant!”
Witnessing this, Mu’en suddenly felt relieved.
He, at the least, hadn’t lost anything, whereas his neighbor seemed to have genuinely handed over money.
Watching someone else suffer a financial loss was indeed more gratifying than making money oneself.
With a suddenly improved mood, Mu’en hummed a little tune as he walked into the luxurious building.
…
The interior decoration of the building was even more splendid than Mu’en had imagined. Crystal chandeliers embedded with precious gemstones cast a soft glow onto the polished floor, where human figures could be clearly reflected. Even the walls were coated with gold foil.
“Strange.”
As Mu’en’s eyes swept over the surroundings filled with the aura of a nouveau riche, he wasn’t particularly stunned but rather somewhat puzzled.
“This isn’t the consistent style of the great nobles of Bairland.”
Before he could think further,
the hall was already filled with quite a few people. Upon entering, Mu’en was rather inconspicuous, yet was still not neglected. A professional attendant walked up politely and asked:
“Hello, are you here for the secret auction?”
“Yes.”
“May I see your invitation letter?”
Isn’t it just a crumpled flyer that now sounded so proper at this moment?
Mu’en’s lips twitched as he handed over the crumpled flyer.
The attendant faked a check and promptly shredded the flyer, tossing it into the trash can.
“No error in the invitation letter. Please follow me.”
Following the attendant through the grand hall and down a dark corridor, they arrived at a fork in the road.
To the left, voices of the crowd could be heard, while to the right, it was still quiet.
“Would you prefer regular seating or a secluded private room?”
“What’s the difference between the two?”
“The view from the private room is better and you can clearly see the auction items. It’s also more secluded.” The attendant continued respectfully.
“And there are special services.”
“It feels… there’s not much difference, really.”
For a martial artist of Mu’en’s caliber, the difference in perspective was hardly significant enough to impact the observation of an item.
However, Mu’en ultimately chose a private room, not out of curiosity for the so-called special services, but because caution was advisable when traveling. There was no need to save money on such trivial matters.
…
Inside the private room, Mu’en sat on a plush sofa as wide as a bed, curiously looking out the floor-to-ceiling window at the entire auction hall.
The view from the private room was indeed excellent. The entire hall could be seen at a glance, whereas others had to sit in closely packed seats like a cinema.
According to the attendant, the glass was one-way, so there was no need to worry about being observed by others.
However, he couldn’t help but feel there more to this one-way glass than meets the eye.
Just as he was lost in thought, Mu’en heard a knock on the door.
“Hello, the special service you reserved has arrived.”
“Come in.”
The door to the private room was gently pushed open, and a woman dressed in a miniskirt, with an attractive but still undeniably alluring appearance walked in, slightly nervous, twisting her slim waist.
Mu’en turned around upon hearing the sound and was quite surprised when he recognized the woman.
“Are you… that beautiful woman distributing the flyers?”
“You—”
That alluring woman was also stunned.
Even though Mu’en was wearing a black robe, she still recognized him through its style and his build, demeanor and voice.
That deliberate flirting pervert!
What was he doing here?
How was he in a private room?
The two hours’ fee for this private room was a full five thousand Amis, which was already her monthly income.
How could someone like him…
Even with the heavy makeup on her face, she could not hide her paleness as she realized the complexity of Mu’en’s identity.
She, regardless of her intelligence, understood that her accusation of “pervert” had offended someone she shouldn’t.
However, Mu’en didn’t dwell on this. He’d long been accustomed to being called a pervert and hadn’t paid attention to the woman’s words earlier.
“Come, peel me a banana.”
Mu’en beckoned the woman with his hand and then continued to lie back on the sofa in a state of decay.
After all, since he had paid, he would indulge in this bourgeois sin properly.
The woman hesitated as she approached but didn’t pick up the banana on the table. Instead, she grabbed at—
“Stop! What are you doing?”
Mu’en covered his groin in panic, standing up.
“I didn’t ask you to peel this banana! And are your services really so cost-effective? Can you get all this for just five thousand coins?”
If it were in the upper city, such a decorated club would cost tens of thousands, and one wouldn’t even be able to step inside.
Thus, Mu’en initially didn’t think that the beauty came here for… that matter. Even if there were such services, they would probably come with an additional charge!
“There wasn’t any such service originally.”
The woman bit her lips: “This is my apology.”
Although she had only been here for a short time, she had learned of the darkness of this place from some seniors.
For ordinary customers, under the protection of the owners, a mere grievance didn’t need to cause worry.
But for such esteemed guests, if she couldn’t earn their forgiveness, the owner would probably personally turn her into a human vase, presenting her as a gift to the guest for their favor.
The pursuit of profit was the iron law here.
“But it’s unnecessary to do this.”
Mu’en sighed. Looking at her, he understood her current thoughts.
It was strange. Even with his appearance concealed, why did it feel like his “yellow hair” still carried that aura, making everyone think he would force the young lady to do unspeakable things?
He never said anything like, “Miss, you wouldn’t want your boss to find out you offended a guest, would you?” which sounded like a barbaric statement!
