"Go to hell!"
Ella Lacey hung up directly, not wanting to listen to his nonsense.
Very soon.
She arrived at the entrance of the alleyway, pitch-black.
The city was vast, and secluded alleyways like this were like ancient letters, still circulating among the civilian residences.
As soon as she stepped in, she felt a blunt pain in the back of her head, as if hit by a mallet, losing consciousness, and collapsed to the ground...
...
By the time she regained consciousness.
A lecherous laugh echoed disdainfully throughout the entire decay-smelling civilian residence, "Mrs. Lindsey, you are truly a beautiful lady."
Ella Lacey rubbed her eyes, slowly sat up, and saw a one-eyed man sitting opposite her, surrounded by a bunch of flunkies like hair-salon assistants, and she roughly guessed that he was that sin-encrusted Satan.
She calmly said, "You don't need to tell me, I know I'm beautiful."
"Haha, I like such narcissistic women like you!"
