The system was set three years in advance, but the universal deities still hadn't arrived.

Chapter 133 He's here, he's here

Behind the abandoned Gisele factory are rows of self-built houses.

The layout of each self-built house is similar, with a front yard of more than 30 square meters.

Next to where Zeng Shen dropped Barbara off in the morning was a three-story self-built house.

In the lobby on the first floor of the self-built house.

Several pale-skinned young men with short hair and fierce faces, smoking cigarettes, had leopard tattoos on their arms, and were playing cards on the sofa.

In the rooms behind them, one room was filled with various medicine bottles, exuding a sweet medicinal aroma.

One was a private torture chamber filled with various sex toys.

The remaining rooms were all four-person bunk beds, and the decorations, clothes, cosmetics, and dressing tables inside made it look like a women's dormitory.

However, all of these rooms are empty.

In the last room, a disheveled and battered young girl crouched.

The girl covered her head with her hands, huddled in the corner, her eyes filled with despair.

There were several very conspicuous whip marks on her thighs, back, and arms.

Clearly, this was left when the person had just been whipped.

On the second floor of this self-built house.

These are individual women's boudoirs, inhabited by many petite, beautiful young girls who look like they are underage or about to reach adulthood.

Among them, a Lolita girl with delicate and beautiful features and a petite figure, wearing a black leather jacket, stared intently out the window at the road leading to the neighboring courtyard.

Her face was filled with tension, anticipation, and anxiety.

On the sofa in the second-floor lobby outside the girl's room.

A woman in her forties or fifties, heavily made up, was smoking a cigarette in one hand with great frustration, and in the other hand she was holding a leather whip, occasionally lashing the floor.

Every time she lashed the floor, the blonde girls in the room felt a sudden tension, as if the whip might strike them at any moment.

When she finished her cigarette and threw it on the ground, she got up and walked into the room of the Lolita girl in the black leather jacket who was leaning against the window.

As she approached the girl in the black leather jacket, a pungent smell of smoke filled the girl's nostrils, causing her to involuntarily take a step back.

Seeing this, the old woman said unconcernedly, "Barbara, I brought you from the slums of Mexico to Great America. I watched you grow from a skinny nobody into the most beautiful girl here, and I had the highest expectations for you. But for the first mission, you disappointed me greatly. How could you take out the bottle, forget to open it, and leave it in his car?"

"Sister Leopard, please believe me, give me another chance, I really don't want to be a hostess..."

"The Lolita girl pleaded."

"I can give you one chance, but will he come back? I don't think he'll come tonight. You should prepare yourself and officially register your first time at Golden Leopard Bar tomorrow."

“Sister Leopard, no, I really don’t want to go. He’ll come back. I don’t want to be like them (prostitutes). I have value. I can hook up with other rich young men, play the honey trap… and then we’ll extort them.”

The Lolita girl reached out and grabbed the leopard woman's arm, her eyes pleading.

“Child, how can I trust that you won’t forget to open the bottle again, or even leave it in someone else’s car again? Such a dangerous thing could happen.”

"Sister Leopard, I really..."

"Alright, stop talking. If you listen to me, you'll suffer less. Don't wait any longer. Get a good rest tonight, and I'll take you there tomorrow morning."

The woman called Sister Leopard pulled her hand away from Barbara, turned and walked to the door, then turned back to look at her, her voice no longer gentle but coldly warning:

"Also, don't even think about running away. Over the years, everyone who tried to run away has ended up worse off than Nera downstairs, who ran away on her first day of registration after reaching the required age. You should know that, right?"

Upon hearing this, Barbara trembled violently, forcing back a single tear from the corner of her eye.

She looked at this small room, which she had been confined to since childhood and rarely had the opportunity to go outside.

She felt as if she were living in a prison. And everything outside the window seemed like another world completely unrelated to her.

She longed for a ray of light to shine into this cage, to give her wings, and to carry her away from this glamorous but actually decadent city, a city deeply divided between upper and lower classes.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone through her window, and two car horns blared on the road.

moment.

She opened her eyes wide and quickly leaned out the window to look.

A familiar RV was parked at the entrance of the neighboring courtyard.

Immediately, she cried out as if grasping at a lifeline, "Sister Leopard, he's here, he's here, he's here in that RV."

"They're here?" Sister Leopard immediately went to the window and indeed saw the RV parked there.

Immediately, she said, "Go downstairs and take him to the Golden Leopard Bar. At the party, I'll have someone add a drug to your drink and get him to drink it. Then you guide and entice him to a hotel room nearby. Make him take a shower first, and when it's time for him to go to bed, we'll rush in to take pictures and videos to sober him up..."

"Yes, I know, Sister Leopard."

Barbara nodded vigorously, then turned and ran downstairs.

Sister Leopard squinted at her retreating figure and said, "This is your last chance. Whether you live on the first floor or in a separate room on the second floor is up to you."

Upon hearing this, Nababala paused, then lowered her head and continued walking silently downstairs.

...

Inside the No. 1 Divine Power Chariot.

Zeng Shen looked at the self-built house in front of him with a wooden railing around its front edge, his eyes filled with doubt.

"It's been half a day, why hasn't that girl come down yet? Number 1, are you sure you didn't stop at the wrong place?"

"Master, I have a travel tracking device, and I'm certain that we stopped here this morning."

Number 1 emitted a mechanical sound.

"Alright then, honk your horn twice."

"Beep...beep..."

After two blasts of the horn, no one opened the door to the self-built house, and no lights came on.

Zeng Shen was a little puzzled, wondering if the people inside had escaped, and whether he should teleport in to take a look.

Sudden.

A rapid system notification suddenly rang in his ears.

[Danger! Danger! A third-tier hellish deity is approaching the host. Given the host's current strength...]

Zeng Shen ignored the warning in his ear, looked up at the middle of the road, and saw Barbara appear out of nowhere.

Barbara slowly walked to the driver's side window and spoke in her usual sweet voice to Zeng Shen inside, "Big brother, I thought you weren't coming."

“If I don’t come, then I won’t be able to experience your America’s second culture tonight.” Zeng Shen turned to the side, rested his elbow on the windowsill, and looked down at the Lolita girl in front of him.

By the light of the car headlights.

Beneath the girl's fair skin and delicate collarbone, alluring curves were revealed through the V-neck of her tight black short leather jacket.

He didn't notice at all.

What first caught his attention was...

The Lolita girl, whose face was fair at noon, now had a handprint, and there was a dark red welt on the inside of her arm.

(End of this chapter)