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.

the more the girl cried, the more the black man’s bestial instincts were aroused.

wait any longer and pounced on the

blurred her vision, her clothes

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 smell of blood

place, only realising afterwards that

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

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The

of blood grew stronger.

Isabelle looked towards the girl on the bed and walked

raised her hand and brought down the knife, cutting the ropes

about to cry out, but the other

covered her mouth with her hand, looking at

glanced at the black

brought here. I’m also Cheshian. The girl suppressed her crying, pleading with

thinking about how to handle

bearded driver had said and made up

the backpack aside, Isabelle lay on the bed. “Let’s

to sleep here. They didn’t accommodate outsiders, and buying a

gripped by fear, curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed, eyeing Isabelle, who

floor, the body of

was

The next day.

to care for the black man’s subordinates. Afterward, she returned upstairs and gave the girl some food. “Stay here,” she

that, she left.

people saw it yesterday evening, and the Warners are now searching intensively through the night.