Most of Sapphire's brothels are in Joates' hands, as Joates says: "I always eat meat and give soup to the people below, so that the customers know whose property is the best." So there were always some underground brothels that bought prostitutes from unknown sources, but Joates explicitly forbade them, forbidding them to buy "captives." Except in the case of those who are in debt and sell themselves voluntarily, Joates will never allow anyone to buy a prostitute who has been forcibly taken captive.

Joates knew that she couldn't swallow the entire black industry chain of sapphires, so she had to make the rules, because she had the backing, which was the Holy See of the Sapphire Diocese. She is the sky of the Sapphire Gray Zone, the spider queen in this intricate web of relationships.

It's a pity that not everyone listens to good words and persuasions. Just like this underground brothel in front of Jotz, there was already a lot of blood at the door, and Jots had a cold face, looking imminently angry.

"It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words. Abaylou and Lily put on their hoods, in order to prevent anyone from remembering his face.

"There are people who dare to do such things right under my nose, and it seems that they really don't take my words seriously. Jotz said coldly.

She was wearing delicate makeup, and now that it was all screwed together, you could tell how angry and angry Joates was.

The old cats of Joates looked through the bloodstains at the door of the brothel, and the most experienced old cat took a strand of hair and said, "Well, ma'am, look at this." ”

With a strand of hair on his scalp, the old cat put the hair on his other hand, showed the blood on his hand and said, "Something compulsive happened here." ”

Joates licked his lips and said to the old cat, "I see, now go in." ”

If they were slaves, most would not resist, and they would not be beaten for no reason. Then the beaten ones are likely to be women who do not want to be prostitutes.

The man doesn't have that long blonde hair.

The environment of the underground brothel is very poor, this is a brothel for some poor and sour commoners, the consumption is not high, but it is easy to get sick. It's a deadly thing, but there are still people who are willing to pay a little bit for the pleasure of their bodies.

The Holy See does not treat venereal diseases, "the diseases obtained are the manifestation of calamities, and those who suffer from them should suffer in this life." "Once you get sick, for most people, it's a lifelong infection.

Filthy, dim, screaming, moaning, slapping, shouting, begging for mercy.

The world is vividly displayed in these small wooden compartments.

Joates covered his nose because of the fishy smell here. She didn't hate the smell of Abayr, but she didn't agree at all. It's a smell that makes you want to vomit.

"Madam, or you should go out first. The old cat realized that Joates was uncomfortable and said thoughtfully.

"I'll solve this myself today. Joates frowned, and turned his head to look at Abay Lou, who was silent. "The women here are definitely not willing, do you hear this cry?" Jotz's witch body was so keen, she was now aware of the sorrow in these scents.

"You guessed it right. Abay Lou pushed open a crack in the door, revealing two white bodies, the woman was crying, the man was screaming happily, it was clear whether it was pain or enjoyment. "Let your old cats take care of the communication, they are more familiar with the things here. ”

"Hmm. Joates nodded.

The old cats led Joates forward to a room that looked like a cash register. The guy inside looked up, thinking it was a guest, and said with a smile, "Oh, new guest? ”

"Call your father, and say that the old cats have something to do with him. The old cat said. The father is the leader of this brothel gang.

The man's expression changed, and he secretly picked up a dagger in his left hand, but sneakily touched the bell under the table with his right hand.

The comers are not good. The guy knows very well that the old cats will never come to this underground brothel for no reason, unless ......

He raised his dagger and stabbed at the old cat, while his right hand actually rattled the bell. He was worried that there were thieves hiding in the shadows, and the attack of his left hand was a trick to attract the attention of the thief's old cat.

He did succeed, and the thief cat saw only the dagger raised in his left hand.

"Fuck. The old cat scolded, he was really skillful at this distance, and if he was attacked by this inferior sneak attack, it would be an insult to his reputation.

Rapidly.

The old cat raised his hand faster than the fellow and thrust the latter's hand into the table with his dagger.

"Don't make small gestures. "The old cat realized that it was not good, but it was too late.

Under such vigilance, this underground brothel is really tired.

"Huh. The guy laughed.

His right hand had already touched the bell. The sharp pain in the left hand didn't matter, the rats of the underworld were not afraid of this pain.

Just a little bit. Dude is about to touch it.

"I admire your heart. Abaylou said. The short sword he tucked in his sleeve pierced from under the table, brushing the edge of the bell and stabbing the man's right hand into the wall as well. "Unfortunately, I'm not going to let you tell your father that we're coming, that would be a lot of trouble. You're useless, I already know what I need to get. As he spoke, a black cat climbed up his shoulder.

The old cats saw the dagger that Abay had stabbed into the table, and understood that the cloaked man next to Mrs. Joates was not simple.

The thief old cat was amazed to see the sword pass by the bell with unmistakable precision, the bell was so sharp that even the slightest tremor would alert everyone here.

The man beside Madame was a little terrifying.

The black cat turned into a petite cloaked woman, and she could faintly see her lips talking in Abayro's ear.

It should be a woman. The old cats take it to heart.

"General...... There is something wrong with the Father here. Lily's voice trembled with a muffled voice: "He's killing ......"

"It seems that there is no further delay. Abaylou winked at Jotz and motioned for him to follow.

Lily walked in front, followed by the old cats. Lily holds down a mechanism, and the wall opens, revealing a tunnel with a very different light from the outside.

You can faintly hear the rats talking.

"How many are these?"

"This is the twelfth of today. ”

"Alas, half of the goods that came in died at the hands of my father. ”

"It's miserable. ”

"Alas. ”

The old cats touched and skillfully slit the throat of the watchman mouse. At the end of this palace-like corridor, there is a lavish gate.

Jots' right eyelid was jumping. Abay stepped forward and kicked the door open. A strong and fat figure pressed against a woman's body, and the woman was reaching out to resist, but there was nothing she could do.

Even so, you can still hear the sound of the fat man's vindictive fist firmly imprinted on the prostitute's face. Blood splattered, and in just a few seconds, the prostitute was dying under the fat man's sensation and punches.

Maybe not a prostitute. Abaylou turned sideways, allowing Joates and the old cats to see all the misery of the bedroom.

As the rat said, a dozen "prostitutes" who were dying, perhaps not dead, lay across the bedroom floor beyond recognition, like broken dolls that had been played.

There are also a few remaining "prostitutes" who are waiting in line to die, shivering and looking helplessly at the ceiling.

It will all end when they come.