Under the guidance of Weidingled, David and the others exited through the back door of the casino and walked about 100 ters to the entrance of "Indian Style Street".
The flow of people entering the entrance was not small, but those coming in and out exhibited two markedly different deanors.
Those entering bore faces full of anticipation, eagerly yearning.
However, the n coming out appeared listless, their gazes dim, as if they had been hollowed out inside.
"Let's go in, Director David!"
Following Weidingled, David entered and was greeted by a sea of flowers.
Yet more eye-catching than the flowers was the sight that everything here seed to return to a state of pure nature, where people seed to forget all outside morals and customs, mingling in all sorts of ways (ten thousand words omitted here).
Half an hour later.
The group browsed from the head of the street to the tail.
Seeing David and the others with their 'eyes wide open', Weidingled proudly said, "What do you think, Director David, would you dare say this isn't a paradise for n?"
David didn't respond, but he indeed was thoroughly shocked by this Indian Style Street.
He even dared to guarantee that even DG Street in China during its heyday could not match the variety found here!
Here, there was only what you couldn't imagine, nothing that couldn't be played; even without legal constraints, anything and everything was fair ga!
"Paradise for n" was indeed a fitting title!
As these thoughts passed through his mind, an Indian youth approached Weidingled and whispered a few words to him.
Weidingled nodded and waved to David and others, saying, "Co, Director David, please follow this way!"
He led David and the others a few hundred ters further to a tent, then lifted the tent's cover and said, "Director David, as it's your first ti visiting our tribe, it's customary for us to give a small gift to our guests."
"A small gift?"
David pondered for a mont before approaching; he was curious to see what kind of trick this man would play.
Soon, David and his companions entered the tent.
But when they saw the stack of neatly piled money in the middle of the tent, he and those like Nisenbaki behind him were stunned.
It was a small mountain of banknotes, neatly stacked; they couldn't estimate how much money was there, but there must have been at least 20-30 million!
At that mont, a thought arose in everyone's mind, that this Indian tribe was indeed wealthy!
"Elder Weidingled, what do you an by this?"
David was the first to react and turned to confront him.
With a smile on his face, Weidingled replied, "This is just a small gift. You and your brothers, Director David, are welco to take as much as you can carry... Oh right, one mont."
As he reached the end of his sentence, Weidingled seed to rember sothing and clapped his hands together.
The next second, the tent flap was lifted, and a line of won entered, each with a sowhat blank expression yet their movents were quite proper, as if they were animals in a zoo that had been trained countless tis.
In no ti, ten won had wholly entered and lined up in front of David and the others.
David scrutinized the won and noted that although they were well-developed, their faces and skin were very youthful; he guessed their real age was around 16 or 17 years old.
"Director David, these are so of the pri newcors to our tribe, and they're all maidens. If you like, ..."
Weidingled trailed off, but his implication was clear.
Ignoring him, David approached a tall and fair-skinned girl and asked, "What's your na?"
"Caroline, sir!"
This girl nad Caroline, to facilitate David's detailed observation of her features, tilted her chin up but did not dare to et David's eyes directly, indicating that her posture too was a result of specific training.
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"Where are you from?"
"Philadelphia..."
"Why did you co here?"
"This..."
Caroline looked down, a flicker of pain crossing her eyes, but it seed as if she recalled sothing terrifying and forcefully adjusted herself back to a normal state before lifting her head again.
By this ti, David had his suspicions confird.
While walking through the street earlier, his 'golden finger' had detected several traffickers.
And these girls were presumably kidnapped by those traffickers and then forcefully sold here.
In such a lawless reservation, one could only imagine the fate of these girls.
What's key is that these girls were only around 15 or 16 years old, still of school age!
The more David thought about it, the more despicable he found the traffickers and Elder Weidingled in front of him. He then turned to confront Weidingled, "Elder Weidingled, what is the aning of this?"
"There's no other aning, just a small gift. If Director David doesn't like them, I can have soone bring a different group..."
Weidingled thought David was displeased with the choice and hurriedly signaled his subordinates to bring others.
Before he could speak, David interrupted, "No need, take to see your Chieftain!"
David had seen enough of the reservation's illicit dealings and, now stumbling upon such a matter, he had no desire to linger any longer.
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