272 Jin Lu
Waiting for Lin Xia was an old man in his 50s. His na was Huang Hai. He was the boss of a construction company and had made a lot of money. It was a pity that his pursuit of wealth in his youth left him little ti to care for his body. Not only was he physically weak, but he was also bald. Whether or not he was capable in other areas outside his money-making abilities was up in the air.
However, it did not stop him from fancying young girls. He enjoyed whipping them and liked painting their bodies in freshly lted wax. The way the wax blood on their bodies, like flowery spirals forming intricate patterns, was one of his greatest pastis. The current auction was one of the best ways for him to find fresh at to fuel his sadistic pleasures.
It was love at first sight for Huang Hai when Lin Xia stepped on stage.
Lin Xia had a pair of doe-like eyes, fair skin, and a figure exclusive to dancers.
As he stared at Lin Xia through the video feed, Huang Hai could not help but drool. He felt his loins stirring for the first ti in many years.
A staff mber helped Lin Xia into the room and lay her on the bed.
The staff mber was a tall, middle-aged woman with a shriveled appearance.
Huang Hai rolled his eyes as he glanced at the staff mber. Soone like her could only serve as a foil to a beauty like Lin Xia.
He stared hungrily at Lin Xia’s prone form on the bed and said, “Alright, you may leave now.”
Huang Hai shoved the staff mber aside and pounced on the bed, not noticing whether the middle-aged woman had left. Like a disgusting worm, he began wriggling on Lin Xia’s body, having his way with her.
Just as he was about to get his whip, he noticed the staff mber standing to one side.
“Are you one of Qiao Yi’s underlings? How can you be so insensible? Why haven’t you left?”
The middle-aged woman glanced at Huang Hai but did not do as he bade.
Huang Hai’s anger rumbled to the surface, threatening to explode. He raised his hand and launched his whip at the staff mber.
Unfortunately for him, the shriveled, middle-aged woman had sharp eyes and quick hands. She grabbed the whip and pulled, causing Huang Hai to tip forward and crash onto the floor.
Huang Hai landed in a heap of tangled limbs, his voluptuous body doing him no favors in scrambling back to his feet. No sooner had he tried to stand than a hand ca throttling down, forcing him back.
He tried to call for help but was cut off, like a broken fan with one of its blades whirring in disrepair.
The strength of the individual who had struck him down could not have co from a woman. Huang Hai realized the middle-aged woman was a man in disguise!
By the ti he realized what was going on, the other party had already struck his vitals, rendering him unconscious.
The middle-aged woman took off her mask, revealing the face of a young man.
“So people are just outrageous…”
He put on his mask and followed another staff mber waiting outside back to the private room.
Another staff mber stepped out, holding the hand of a girl. The two exchanged a look.
“Once she is delivered, your mission will be over. You can take a break after that. Mr. Andy’s tip will be transferred to your account,” the staff mber leading the girl said.
In the private room, the lights were still flashing red and green. The girls stood in a line, waiting for their turn. Not one knew they were being strung along; they had no idea the endless abyss their companions were marching into.
Jin Lu was next.
She took out her electric guitar and played a death tal song.
Jin Lu’s body cara faced Andy, allowing Qiao Yue to study him.
Andy faced the cara. No, it was more accurate to say he was staring straight at Jin Lu.
He showed an extraordinary interest in Jin Lu, and his eyes shone in a way they never did when he watched the other contestants perform.
After Jin Lu finished her song, she was brought aside.
Andy patted Qiao Yi’s shoulder and said, “Don’t make any arrangents for the previous one.”
Qiao Yi was a little surprised. Although Jin Lu’s approach was a little strange, several people still bid on her, and their bids were not any lower than Lin Xia’s. Why did Andy not want him to arrange anything for her?
“She is mine.” Andy took a sip of wine, revealing a wolfish smile.
“In that case, the auction fee… The highest offer was 1.2 million yuan,” Qiao Yi said carefully.
“I’ll transfer 1.2 million yuan to your account.”
“Alright,” he said. Qiao Yi smiled flatteringly, unaware of his son’s sorrowful eyes as he sat beside him.
He had heard the entire conversation, and Qiao Ze felt deep sorrow.
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