City L, Underground Trade, Exhibition Hall.
Inside the iron cage, a charming beauty was confined. Her eyelids drooped, and she looked very languid, like a sleeping beauty in slumber.
In front of the iron cage, a shadow appeared. Black leather shoes stood at the forefront, and a cigarette butt fell onto the marble floor.
"Is this my merchandise?"
It was the voice of a middle-aged man, whose tone displayed his extraordinary nature and further highlighted his insight.
"Yes, Mr. Gong. This is the best bodyguard in our Underground Mall, specially trained for employers, ensuring obedience and the ability to shield against knives and swords in critical moments!"
The manager of the Underground Mall said ingratiatingly, rubbing his hands almost sparking with eagerness for the guest to pay.
It's well-known that Mr. Gong Chenli is a major patron here, spending eight figures annually, the epitome of lavish expenditure.
"Seems, quite ordinary!"
