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 black man’s bestial instincts were aroused.

pounced on

down, struggling to breathe. Her tear–filled eyes blurred her vision,

a throat being cut, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground. A faint

only realising afterwards that the weight on her was

wiping a short knife with a piece of fabric torn

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of blood grew stronger.

looked towards the girl on the bed and

hand and brought down the knife,

tremblingly pulled the tape from her mouth, about to cry out, but the other girl’s voice was ice- cold as

girl quickly covered her mouth with her hand, looking at

of the wooden window, glanced at the

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

at her, thinking about how to handle the

the bearded driver had said and made

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

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

ball

of

couldn’t sleep at all. She stared wide–eyed at Isabelle, who was already

The next day.

and went downstairs to care for the black man’s subordinates. Afterward, she returned upstairs and gave the girl some food.

she

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