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 black man’s bestial instincts

couldn’t wait any longer and pounced on the girl on

struggling to breathe. Her tear–filled eyes blurred her vision, her clothes torn, her heart

the weight on her lifted. The girl, dizzy from crying, heard the sound of a throat being cut, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground. A faint

afterwards that the weight on her was

age in the room, wiping a short knife with

1/3

85%

The Human

of blood grew stronger.

the girl on

the knife, cutting

cry out, but the other girl’s voice was

girl quickly covered her mouth with her hand, looking at her with wide, frightened

the window, pushed open a corner of the wooden window, glanced at the black man’s subordinates below, and then returned to the

also Cheshian. The girl suppressed her crying, pleading with Isabelle for help.

about

the bearded driver had said and made up her mind.

the short knife and casually tossing the backpack aside, Isabelle lay on the

outsiders, and buying a place to stay was tough even if you had

curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed, eyeing Isabelle, who was lying on the

the floor, the body of the black man lay

was already

The next day.

subordinates. Afterward, she returned upstairs and gave the girl some food. “Stay

she

Warners had already spread. Many people saw it yesterday evening, and the Warners are now searching intensively through the night. Isabelle went