Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"The new little kingfisher probably doesn't know the rules here yet. Anyone who steps through this door must first have their goods inspected by the gentlemen to check their quality."

Reeve understood; Mark had designs on him.

In my past life's words, he wanted to sexually harass me.

Judging from the brutal way the thugs treated the women, this must have been a common occurrence.

He glanced at Mark with a hint of disdain: "Tch, we'll see who's bigger when they pull it out."

However, Reeves was indeed in a dilemma. If it were before, he would have said with a cold face: Do you know how Luca died? Or he would have given Mark a good beating.

But now, in order for the plan to be executed smoothly, he needs to play the role of a docile woman who has been trained by Rowling.

Chapter 21 Plan C

If Samira finds out that he injured Mark, it could very well affect the plan.

After a brief moment of thought, Reeves said in a deep voice:

"You want to touch me? Did you ask Rowling's opinion?"

Rowling had previously stated that she had already spread the word that she was her mistress, and that ordinary thugs wouldn't dare to touch her.

Upon hearing this, Mark revealed a contemptuous smile:

"Lowling? Haha, you don't actually think you're some kind of mistress of hers, do you? That Lowling has countless so-called mistresses, how could she possibly manage them all?"

The woman on the other side chimed in:

"It's not like I'm hitting or scolding you, it's just sleeping together. What can Rowling say if she finds out? Aren't we kingfishers just here to be slept with by men?"

Upon hearing this, Levi was plunged into deep sorrow.

It wasn't sorrow for my own situation, but sorrow for this filthy environment.

The perpetrators ruthlessly abused the victims, and the victims, after being traumatized, also became perpetrators, turning their knives on those weaker than themselves.

He was somewhat disgusted by the noisy and dirty atmosphere, so he simply took out a pound note and handed it to Mark.

"I'm sorry, I was too tired yesterday and I don't want to do that now. Consider this money a small gift, and I'll work harder to earn more money to give to you in the future."

Mark took the money and paused for a moment.

One pound can get you a night with any of the girls at the Kingfisher Bar except the top one; if you're not busy, you can even get the top one.

"Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to sleep with this bitch in the future, so there's no rush."

Mark, excitedly thinking this, reached out and touched the cotton on Reeves's buttocks, and laughed:

"Okay, go and rest. Just focus on making money."

Ignoring Mark's advances, Levi wearily walked into the cubicle and closed the door.

Outside, Mark and the women were making disdainful jokes.

"I thought she was so amazing, but she still has to bow down to Mark."

"Yes, and some people are saying she killed Luca, but that's definitely just hearsay."

"Not necessarily. Look at her, all slutty. Maybe she drained Luca dry..."

Ignoring the noise outside, Levi sat quietly on the bed, examining the things Rowling had given him:

A small box of silver revolver bullets, standard .38 caliber, 30 rounds in total. They look no different from ordinary bullets, but they are masterpieces imbued with extraordinary power. Not only is their penetrating power doubled, capable of piercing steel plates several millimeters thick, but they can also effectively prevent wound healing and inflict paralysis. They are especially suitable for dealing with physically strong extraordinary individuals.

Reeve pulled two revolvers from his inner pocket, one from the gangster he had killed, and the other from Jason's killer.

He loaded the two guns with silver bullets and placed them in front of him.

After checking the guns, Levi quietly reviewed Plan C, which he and Rowling had devised:

Samira would torture a young woman to death during each sacrifice to arouse her perverse desires.

For this sacrifice, she chose her top courtesan, Peach. Peach did not escape; instead, she was captured by Samira and locked in a box.

Samira didn't expect that Rowling, who had been secretly observing her for a long time, had discovered her secret.

Rowling spread rumors that Pinkie Pie had contracted a sexually transmitted disease, forcing Samira to choose a new sacrifice.

Rowling then takes Revere to tempt Samira at the right time, enticing her to choose Revere as a sacrifice.

During Samira's sacrificial ceremony, Revy and Rowling, who were to be sacrificed, joined forces to kill her!

"The hardest part of the plan is how to hide the weapons on my person without Samira noticing..."

Reeve began to tackle this challenge.

He took out a saw that he had prepared beforehand and cut off the wooden handle of the revolver, leaving only the firing mechanism.

Then, he took out the cotton from his chest, stuffed two small, broken pistols into the cotton, and then stuffed the heavy cotton back into his chest.

However, this makes the sagging of the breasts more noticeable, creating an unbalanced appearance.

Even if he wore thicker clothes on the outside, the thought of having his clothes quickly stripped off when facing Samira made him inevitably exposed.

Levi breathed a sigh of relief and took out the needle and thread he had prepared beforehand.

"So we really will need this..."

Levi gave a wry smile and pressed the bra against his skin.

Reeve's hand trembled as he held the needle, unable to make up his mind.

At that moment, many images flashed through his mind:

That was a young girl who had been dragged to a guest room by thugs and beaten until she was limping.

It was a room filled with a foul stench, where women lay on wooden planks like living corpses.

Those were women who were stuffed into a box and tortured to death as a sacrifice.

There was Jason lying on the ground, blood gushing out, and Emily crying uncontrollably...

Reeve took a deep breath. Although he didn't know if Jason's death was directly related to Samira, if he didn't kill Samira, his identity as a prostitute would soon be exposed, and he couldn't stay abstaining from customers forever.

Without further hesitation, Levi steeled himself and pierced the bra with the needle, embedding it into his flesh.

A piercing pain suddenly struck.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Levi, drenched in sweat, put down the needle. After enduring unbearable torment, he successfully sewed the bra to the skin on his chest, and the chest that concealed the revolver no longer sagged.

He picked up a handkerchief and wiped away the blood flowing from his chest. Then he used cotton soaked in alcohol to carefully disinfect the wound. The burning pain made him gasp again.

However, no matter how much pain he was in, Levi endured it without uttering a sound, without disturbing the women around him, as if he were really resting inside.

Revi put on an elaborate, multi-tiered dress again, which would slow down Samira's pace of stripping him naked.

After doing all this, he lay quietly on the bed to rest and recover the energy he had lost due to the ordeal.

After an unknown amount of time, as darkness fell, the Kingfisher Bar once again welcomed a noisy and lively night.

Inside the cubicle, there was a rapid knocking. Mark stood outside and shouted:

"Liviel, Liviel, come out quickly! There's an emergency!"

Reeve opened his eyes.

He picked up a crumpled piece of paper containing a white pill. This was something Rowling had taken when she went to threaten old Chuck. It could keep a person excited and not easily tired for a period of time, but of course, it had serious side effects and could damage a person's nerves.

But Revi couldn't worry about that now. There might still be a long time before Samira's sacrifice began, and he had to conserve his energy.

Reeves swallowed the pill, straightened his clothes, and pushed open the door with a smile:

"Mark, what's up?"

Mark said somewhat anxiously:

"Hurry up, the madam has ordered everyone in your room to go to the third floor."

Chapter 22 Hidden Ball

"Samira can't hold back any longer..."

Levi nodded slightly and went up to the third floor with the other women in the room.

Upon reaching the third floor, Samira was already waiting at the top of the stairs. All the women lifted their skirts and bowed slightly to greet her.

Levi also bowed, his bright eyes revealing an innocent and unguarded naiveté.

Samira didn't even glance at him, but instead said with a smile:

"I'm in a good mood today, let's play a game."

"Game, what game..."

The women, who were already curious about Samira's purpose, began to whisper among themselves.

Samira clapped her hands, and two henchmen carried over a box of dolphin balls. This ball sport, invented by Emperor Roselle, was popular among the aristocratic circles of both the North and South continents, and some middle-class people also flocked to it.

"The so-called hole ball is actually just a golf ball from my previous life. Senior Russell is really something..."

Reeve had no time to criticize Rosell; he began to ponder Samira's intentions.

Samira continued:

"The game is simple. Each of you will receive three balls and enter a separate room. You have five minutes to hide the balls. Then, everyone will return here to gather. I will go to your rooms to find the balls. If I find one ball, you will be fined one pound; if I find two balls, you will be whipped twenty times; if I find three balls..."

Samira spoke, a cruel smile spreading across her face:

"So, what will happen to her? You can try it and see."

All the girls swallowed hard; they knew Samira's methods, and no one wanted to try what would happen if three balls were found.

“Alright, don’t be afraid, my kingfishers,” Samira said with a smile. “If anyone can hide all three balls so that I can’t find a single one, then I will grant her her freedom.”

Upon hearing this, almost all the girls showed longing expressions, while a very few were dismissive, believing that they had no other way out but to be girls, and therefore did not value freedom.

Samira took out a pocket watch, opened the cover, and glanced at the time.

"Alright, everyone take three balls and go pick a room. Remember, you can only choose the small rooms on the left side of the stairs. Five minutes, start!"

All the girls rushed forward, pushing and shoving as they grabbed the three balls from the box, then hurried back to the room.

Reeves also took three balls and chose a room. These balls were about the size of his palm, and he could only hold two in one hand, making them quite difficult to pick up.

He had already guessed Samira's intentions: Samira would do anything to find the three balls he had hidden, and then nominally give him a terrible punishment—whether it would be imprisonment or execution, he didn't know. All she needed to do was make him disappear from public view, and then secretly offer him as a sacrifice to the evil god worshipped by the Hyena Gang.

Even Samira dared not let the news of her belief in an evil god spread. The police might not care about the disregard for human life, but being tainted by an evil god would surely attract the attention of the official extraordinary beings. Therefore, every detail of the sacrifice was her top secret, and she would not reveal a single word to even Rowling.

"Of course, you haven't kept this a secret very well; Rowling already knows everything."

Levi muttered to himself as he entered the room. Looking at the extremely simple layout, he became even more certain of his guess: there was simply nowhere to hide anything!

Since he had already planned to be a sacrifice, Revi simply gave up, casually hiding the ball and quietly waiting for the time to run out.

Five minutes later, Levi and the other women returned to the stairwell and stood in a row.

He found it strange that most of the women looked to be in great pain and walked with a limp, as if they were enduring something.

Samira casually pointed to a woman whose face was contorted in pain and said:

"Let's start with you."

Two thugs immediately entered her room, searched it, and then took out a hole ball.

"Madam, we've found one."

Samira took the ball, played with it in her hand, and said with a smile:

"What bad luck, honey, looks like you're going to have to pay a fine."

The young woman reluctantly took out a pound note and handed it to Samira. Although her business volume was several pounds a night, she only received a small portion after the commission. It would take her at least a week to save up a pound.

Samira then looked at the second woman, who also looked pained, her back slightly hunched, and beads of sweat trickling from her forehead.

Ultimately, the thugs also found a hole ball in her room.

The young woman reluctantly paid the fine, and then it was the next person's turn...

At this point, the thugs found two balls in the room of a woman whose expression didn't seem too pained.

Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she cried out for mercy:

"Madam, I... I'm willing to pay a two-pound fine, please spare me!"

Samira shook her head and said, feigning regret: