Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 229 The Human Auction

The girl on stage had her hands and feet bound, her mouth taped shut, tears streaming down her face in fear. Despite her distress, she still looked quite delicate, with tears that made her eyes misty.

She was completely different from Ruemania women.

This would further arouse their sexual desire.

The bearded driver had emphasized this to Isabelle.

So Ardon women were an absolutely rare presence here.

It was clear why those people showed such greedy and excited expressions when they saw Isabelle.

Even women of average appearance being auctioned on stage were fetching sky–high prices, let alone someone beautiful.

Isabelle concealed herself with her backpack in the shadows of a corner on the second floor, quietly observing the absurd auction below.

The Warners were involved in such despicable dealings.

Suddenly, a familiar figure passed below the stage, accompanied by several subordinates, heading towards the exit.

Isabelle’s gaze followed that figure, though she couldn’t see the side of their face clearly from a distance. However, the red totem tattoo on their neck was quite prominent.

Soon, the girl was taken away by someone.

The sky grew darker.

A black man took the girl away. Her hands and feet were bound, and she was thrown roughly onto a bed at his residence.

The girl struggled to sit up, kneeling on the bed. With her mouth taped shut, she couldn’t speak, only whimpering in an attempt to plead with the man.

more the girl cried, the more the black man’s bestial instincts

longer and pounced on the girl

blurred her vision, her clothes

lifted. The girl, dizzy from crying, heard the sound of a throat being cut, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting

in place, only realising afterwards that the weight on her was gone.

another girl about her age in the room, wiping a short knife with a piece of fabric torn

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of blood grew stronger.

Isabelle looked towards the girl on the bed and

her hand and brought down the knife, cutting the ropes that bound the girl.

her mouth, about to cry out, but the other

with her hand, looking at her with

open a corner of the wooden window, glanced

brought here. I’m also Cheshian. The

looked at her, thinking about

the bearded driver had said and made

backpack aside, Isabelle lay on the bed. “Let’s sleep first. We’ll talk about it

didn’t accommodate outsiders, and buying a place to

still gripped by fear, curled up in a ball in

body of the black man lay there.

She stared wide–eyed at Isabelle, who was already asleep, afraid that this lifeline might disappear if she

The next day.

the black man’s subordinates. Afterward, she returned

she left.

of the Warners had already spread. Many people saw it yesterday evening, and the Warners