Inside the room, two powerful auras clashed and contended fiercely!
Crack!
The fruit platter and teacups all fell to the ground and shattered.
Hearing the commotion, hurried footsteps immediately echoed from outside.
Bang!
The door was kicked open.
"Big Sis, are you okay?"
The mohawk rushed in with a group of fierce-looking subordinates, holding various weapons and glaring menacingly at the gentleman.
Every time a fat sheep came visiting, they would 'kindly and amiably' discuss projects and prices with the other party.
After the deal was settled, they would 'friendlily' 'ask' the other party to leave a good review.
And 'promise' that they would never bother them again afterward, even if they received a bad review, they would 'absolutely not' retaliate.
So, in reality, Moxi, the twelfth courtesan of the Red Chamber, was already notorious and morally corrupt in the local circle.
Except for occasional unsuspecting outsiders who fell for it, this place was usually deserted, a den of iniquity that no one dared to approach!
But as the number of outsiders who were scammed increased, Moxi's business of 'slaughtering fat sheep' became increasingly difficult. Sometimes, they might not have a single customer for ten days to half a month.
It was rumored that the people behind the Red Chamber were preparing to remove her, and they had even found a replacement. They were just waiting for her to give up her position, and then they could promote a newcomer after some hype.
But who would have thought that attempting to steal a chicken would result in losing the rice, not only failing to promote a newcomer but also losing a courtesan.
Well, Moxi was originally the thirteenth courtesan, at the bottom.
Then the twelfth courtesan took a dislike to her, making all sorts of sarcastic remarks and even playing dirty tricks.
As a result, the twelfth courtesan disappeared, and Moxi successfully upgraded from the thirteenth courtesan to the twelfth.
"You guys go out first. Don't come in unless I call for you."
Moxi retracted her aura and impatiently drove them out.
This could be considered saving them.
The gentleman saw this and gave a strange smile, as if he had thought of something.
"Since you're unwilling to join, I won't force you. But sooner or later, you'll realize that anomalies and humans cannot coexist. Even if we are willing, humans will try to exterminate us. I hope that the next time we meet, you will abandon this boring game of make-believe and find the true meaning of your existence."
After saying these words, the gentleman put on his bowler hat and left.
As for the money he had taken out earlier, he didn't even bother to look at it.
"Damn it, do I need someone to tell me what I want to do?"
Moxi curled her lips in disdain, but her furrowed brow did not relax.
Because the moment that guy entered, he had put immense pressure on her.
If they were to fight, she wasn't sure if she could win.
Even worse, the guy who looked like a human still carried several other powerful auras.
This meant her chances of winning would be infinitely reduced.
She might not even win a one-on-one fight, let alone if a few more showed up.
"What bad luck!" Moxi cursed inwardly and then prepared to find the beautiful older sister for comfort.
She absolutely did not want to get involved in such troublesome matters.
Because in her opinion, whether humans or curse spirits, it had nothing to do with her.
She just wanted to live the life she liked, free and happy.
It had to be said that even among curse spirits, such a thought was considered an anomaly.
On the other hand, after the gentleman left the Red Chamber, he met up with his two other companions.
"It seems Mr. Enemy's 'eloquence' has regressed. He couldn't convince the other party to join us." The stitched man looked behind the gentleman and spoke his mind directly.
He had no idea how provocative his words were.
However, Mr. Enemy didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled, "As expected. After all, the companions I fancy all have quite... well, temperaments."
"Give up?"
The person who hid his entire body in a black robe, with an exquisite hourglass hanging at his waist, slowly uttered two words.
"No, my dictionary has never contained the word 'give up,' unless the other party no longer interests me."
"Oh? Then what do you plan to do?" the stitched man asked curiously.
"Mahito, are you interested in making a few more toys?"
The gentleman's gaze fell upon the group of thugs led by the mohawk outside the Red Chamber, his smile extremely malicious.
A short while later, three ugly-looking monsters caused a commotion and screams among the crowd!
Although these monsters collapsed and died not long after, the impact they caused was significant.
It was like when you see the first cockroach in your home, it means that many cockroaches have already started living in your house.
Who could guarantee that these few dead monsters were all of them?
What if a few monsters appeared while they were having fun, disturbing their enjoyment? Setting aside that, survival was the most important thing.
If word got out, business here would be ruined.
Helpless, the forces behind the Red Chamber tried their best to appease the crowd while quietly posting a confidential mission on the underground exchange.
In fact, it wasn't just the customers who were scared; they were scared too!
So, it was better to hire someone to investigate thoroughly. If there were no curse spirits, it would be a happy ending, business as usual, and the dancing would continue.
If there were, they weren't afraid either. They would kill them all and then use this incident to publicize the safety of the place, making money as usual.
Only the twelfth courtesan, Moxi, had a very grim expression because three of her subordinates were missing, including the loyal mohawk.
...
A few days passed.
Although no further incidents occurred on the Courtesan Street, business was inevitably affected.
It was deserted during the day, only gaining some popularity at night, but it was not as lively as before.
"Senior Shinji, did we come to the wrong place? It doesn't seem as fun and lively here as we heard," Tobi said with undisguised disappointment.
"I'm not sure. Let's go ask for information first."
Shinji was also quite disappointed.
The best in the Land of Fire?
Courtesan Street?
This is it?
If it weren't for the generous payment, he would have left already.
As for the remaining two, they were X-cold types, almost uninterested in women.
Sasuke was slightly better. After all, he was young and would occasionally blush when he saw something he shouldn't have.
Hidan, on the other hand, was scrutinizing these 'poor' women with the gaze of someone appraising pork.
In his eyes, people were probably divided into two categories.
One was worthy of being sacrificed to Lord Jashin, and the other was not.
Clearly, these weak women with only developed pectoral muscles were not worthy of being sacrificed to Lord Jashin.
(Lord Jashin: Uh, isn't that a bit hasty? How about you reconsider? Ask me? What if I don't dislike it~)
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