Morpheus gazed incredulously at Persephone.

What was she saying? Best hunters? Appearing as prey? It sounded like a joke!

Those people's noses were keener than dogs in a place like this. They didn't care if one were a hunter or prey. As long as they smelled money on one, they would resort to all sorts of brutal means to drain one's last drop of blood.

"Unfortunately, you've got it wrong." Morpheus looked coldly at her. "The person you're looking for might not be on this street. At least I haven't heard that name."

"Could it be... Greta changed her name?" Persephone speculated. "What do girls sold here usually do?"

Morpheus frowned, staring at her as if she were clueless. No, she probably wasn't clueless. To speak of excellent hunters appearing as prey and maintaining calmness in danger? Such courage wasn't something an ordinary girl possessed. Perhaps in her world, she was clever, even from an elite background.

However, this was a quagmire, a bottomless, dirty pit.

Falling into this world, she was destined for doom.

Moon. She's a famous madam in the red-light district. The fat guy, Jim Liddell, has some influence in

stunned, and her eyes

fight will have to end up

her left wrist with her

moved closer, his body's scorching heat almost touching her

tied around her left wrist. This kind of red string

an inexplicable sense of jealousy churning in him. He moved closer, his hands resting on the sofa's

leaned back, and

sold to a place like this." Morpheus' voice was low. "If you still want to find her, be prepared

her lip, refusing

small decoration on the red string. In reality, it was a chip used to communicate

family like the Hamertons had exposed her to enough of the world, enough to handle herself in a place like Flinge. She forgot that no matter how much of the world she had seen, it

eyes, his voice tinged

this place." After a long

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