Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Levi watched all this silently, and when a large group of workers entered the bar, he mingled with them and went in as well.

The atmosphere inside hadn't changed much; several tables of guests were drinking and chatting, while a few young women were loitering around, setting the stage for business that evening.

However, through his extraordinary spiritual vision, Levi noticed that in addition to the normal red color, there were grayish-white patches on their skin, indicating that they had some bruises or wounds.

Upon closer inspection, one can also see that beneath their heavy makeup, they are concealing swollen, bluish eye circles.

Levi could already guess what had happened: the girls who had been treated well were back in dire straits. Naturally, they were unwilling and launched a protest, but were ruthlessly suppressed by the thugs' fists and sticks.

They had seen hope, but lost everything before that hope arrived.

"There's a poignant sense of desolation, like a vibrant red turning to ash..."

Levi sighed, feeling that no matter which world it was, life was telling the same story.

He ordered a glass of Lie Lang Qi and was pondering how to subtly extract some information when several drunkards at the next table started shouting loudly:

"Hey hey hey, I haven't seen Rowling for days. Where did that womanizing guy go?"

One of the thugs immediately approached, his expression threatening:

"Watch your tongue! You deserve to be fucked by a donkey! Rowling is gone, and Mr. Pat is the boss here now!"

Upon hearing this, the drunkards immediately began to mutter in dissatisfaction, but they dared not confront the thugs directly, and could only chug the liquor down their throats even more vigorously.

Upon hearing this, Reeves' heart skipped a beat. He went to the bartender and ordered another drink. Carrying the drink, he walked over to the thugs. Knowing that the thugs generally disliked Rowling, he smiled and said:

"This is truly cause for celebration! That annoying Lorraine is finally gone. With her around, the Kingfisher Bar would never be doing well. Come on, this one's on me!"

The thug took the wine and laughed smugly:

“You’re absolutely right. That bastard Rowling only knows how to spoil those bitches. How can they work hard to earn money like that? The new Mr. Pat is different. He’ll squeeze every last drop out of those filthy bitches and fill their holes 24/7!”

Reeves clenched his fist so tightly that the glass creaked, but he maintained his smiling expression.

"That's wonderful! With Mr. Pat around, I'm sure we'll see some fresh stuff in a few days."

The thug suddenly burst into laughter and patted Reeves on the shoulder:

"It won't take more than a few days, it can be done tonight. We just got a new batch of goods, including a few college students. They're so tender they look like you could squeeze water out of them. You absolutely have to come and try them!"

The thugs left with a smile, but Reeves's eyes turned cold.

After Rowling left, the Hyenas became even more rampant than he had imagined. They recruited new thugs, treated the women even more cruelly, and trafficked many new women.

"Find a way to stop them. This isn't just for the women, it's also to thwart the Hyena Gang's schemes."

Levi sipped his liqueur slowly, the strong alcohol exploding in his mouth, but it couldn't dispel the turmoil in his heart.

What should I do?

The best way would be to report it to the church, which would be both safe and efficient. However, although the protection Ms. B had sought for herself had limited some of the Notarial Book's capabilities, Reeves could still clearly sense that he was currently unable to report it to the church.

Chapter 71 They Shouldn't Be Commodities

Levi pondered for a while and decided to wait until night to come to the Kingfisher Bar for a more in-depth investigation to see if he could obtain any information about the man named Pat.

“Shalani is only a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, while that Pat is at most a Sequence 8 Extraordinary, just like Samira. I am also a Sequence 8, so even if I am no match for him, I should be able to escape.”

Levi took a couple more sips of his drink and left the Kingfisher Bar to prepare for the night's operation.

As night fell, the Kingfisher Bar became lively.

The dim lighting flickered in the air, the aroma of alcohol mingling with perfume and tobacco. Dancers twirled and swayed to the rhythm, their high-slit skirts billowing, revealing glimpses of their skin. Glamorously dressed women leaned against the bar and tables, some laughing and talking flirtatiously, others looking sorrowful and unwilling. But they all seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, constantly chatting and joking with the customers, making the whole bar hot and noisy.

Reeve returned to the Kingfisher Bar, ordered a glass of Seaweed red wine, and sat in a corner, quietly watching everything unfold.

Every now and then, women would come up and try to sell themselves at prices much lower than before. They spoke earnestly and tried their best to show off, as if there would be terrible consequences if they failed to meet their sales targets.

Levi tipped several times but did not choose any of the women. Although his purpose was to gather intelligence, he also had his own principles and would not do anything that violated his morals.

Suddenly, a powerful drumbeat rang out, drawing everyone's attention. Mark and several thugs led a group of women to the center of the stage and shouted:

"Gentlemen, it is an honor to introduce you to the newest batch of women at Kingfisher Bar. Among them are female college students, housewives, career women, fallen aristocrats, and even budding young girls. Regardless of their past identities, from now on, they are all newly minted kingfishers, delicacies for your enjoyment. Tonight, we will hold a grand auction to bid on the debut of these new kingfishers!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a deafening roar of cheers and whistles erupted from the audience. The patrons' eyes were bloodshot, their expressions twisted, greed, violence, and naked desire boiling over in the clamor. Countless lewd gazes fell on the women on the stage, whose bodies trembled, some weeping with their faces covered, others with numb expressions, and a nauseating stench filled the air.

Levi felt a violent churning in his stomach, and a physiological nausea rushed to his throat, making his whole body feel cold and numb.

But when his gaze fell on one of the women, his heart skipped a beat:

She was a young woman who looked like a student. She had a pretty face, and her body was trembling slightly. Clear tears were streaming down her face.

Lisa!

The female college student who watched "The Forest Spirit" with him and was willing to give up the show to take him to the hospital!

"How did she end up at the Kingfisher Bar?!"

Before Reeves could even grasp the ins and outs of the matter, Mark clapped his hands and shouted:

"Now, let's welcome Mr. Pat, the owner of Kingfisher Bar, to personally preside over this auction!"

The thugs immediately stood up and cheered in a pretentious manner. Under their influence, the patrons below also started whistling and banging on the tables, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a short, stocky man strode quickly forward from the guest room area. His hair was thinning, with several gruesome scars peeking out from between his scalp. Although a slight smile played on his lips, his eyes were as cold and hard as knives, concealing an undisguised ruthlessness.

Levi immediately curled his tongue and activated his spiritual vision to observe Pat:

Pat's appearance was colored; his body was a healthy color, and like Rowling, his celestial body contained some pinkish light spots. A thin, dim gray aura surrounded him, and his celestial form was blurred and unstable, with only a few faint wisps of spiritual light flickering between his brow and fingertips.

The spiritual intuition that Pat brought to Revere was similar to that of Rowling, but weaker than that of Samira, which suggests that he was very likely a Sequence 9 Beyonder.

However, Levi still did not underestimate his opponent. Under the restrictions of the Book of Notarial, it was difficult for him to engage in direct combat with his enemy. Moreover, the difference in strength between low-sequence extraordinary individuals was not overwhelming, but rather depended on the flexible use of their abilities and tactical arrangements. Even an ordinary thug could be his killer.

Pat stepped onto the stage, a sinister smile on his face:

"Gentlemen, the auction is now officially open!"

He struck the heavy wooden auction hammer, drawing back the curtain on the festivities.

A group of lustful drinkers began a frenzied bidding war:

“3 Sule!”

“5 Sule!”

“10 Sule!”

“15 Sule!”

The shouts of desire echoed throughout the room, as if these vibrant lives had no personality, but were merely commodities to be judged and criticized.

With each bid, the women trembled more violently, their eyes filled with even greater fear.

Finally, it was Lisa's turn. Her appearance was outstanding among these women, and her special identity as a female college student sparked a bidding frenzy in the bar.

Her debut ticket quickly sold for £1! That's already the price for the top hostess at Kingfisher Bar!

"1 pound and 10 soles!"

A middle-aged bald man, dressed reasonably well, quoted the highest price, far exceeding the market rate. A burning, fervent desire blazed in his eyes; clearly, little of his reason remained.

Pat shouted with a hint of smugness:

"The beautiful campus belle of the University of Tingen, the dream girl of countless students, actually sold for a high price of 1 pound 10 soules! But, is there ever a higher price?"

"1 pound and 10 sours per dose!"

"1 pound 10 sours twice!"

"1 pound 10 sulph three times!"

Pat raised the hammer with a show of force, about to deliver the final blow.

Suddenly, a deep shout rang out, drowning out the surrounding noise:

Two pounds!

Many people turned around in surprise to look at Rivi sitting in the corner.

He lowered his head, his arms crossed over his chest, but his bidding voice was full of energy.

Pat's narrow eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement as he slammed his hand on the table and shouted:

"Two pounds! The most beautiful girl in Tingen University actually sold for two pounds! It seems that this gentleman will be the one to taste the wonderful flavor of countless students' dream lover!"

The bald man froze for a moment, filled with resentment at having his prize slip away. He slammed his fist on the table and roared:

I'll offer three pounds!

The last vestige of reason in his eyes had vanished, leaving only fanatical desire and rage.

Chapter 72 Trafficking

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in even louder cheers. Three pounds was two months' salary for an ordinary employee.

Having already made his move, Reeves had no intention of backing down; he stretched out his long, slender fingers:

Five pounds!

"Five...five pounds!?"

Pat's excitement was palpable. He could almost see the Kingfisher Bar thriving under his leadership. He would then receive the great master's favor and possess unparalleled power, money, women, authority, and status. He would have everything in this world!

He shouted in a greedy tone:

"Five pounds! That's an unexpected price, but this beautiful lady deserves it!"

He looked at the bald, middle-aged man and said defiantly:

“I think no one can afford a higher price. Let’s start counting, five pounds a time…”

"I'll offer ten pounds!!!"

The bald man seemed to be enraged by Pat's provocation, which made his already lust-driven mind even more frantic. He pounded his chest and shouted out the astonishing price at the top of his lungs.

Ten pounds is enough to buy a strong farm horse.

This bald man spent ten pounds just to satisfy his desires for one night.

Reeve's eyes turned cold.

He knew that the bald man had lost his mind, because the Kingfisher Bar was a place that easily amplified desire and sin due to the influence of the evil god.

Although he still has money and can continue bidding, it seems too suspicious.

He carefully examined the bald man's attire; it was a reasonably well-dressed suit, costing at most a few sous. Levi judged that given his financial situation, the man wouldn't be carrying ten-pound bills in cash.

After all, not everyone can be like Ms. B, pulling out a stack of bright green £10 notes from their person anytime, anywhere.

Reeve cleared his throat and calmly called out:

“I demand that this gentleman’s funds be verified; I do not believe he can produce £10 in cash.”

Pat was taken aback, not expecting Reeve to make such a request.

He glanced at the bald man's attire again and couldn't help but feel suspicious. He then gave Mark a wink.

Mark immediately stepped forward with his thugs and said, in a fairly polite manner:

"Sir, please produce ten pounds in cash or something of equivalent value to prove that you are capable of completing the auction."

The bald man shivered, and the lust in his eyes vanished instantly.

He seemed to just realize what he had done, and waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"No, no, no, I don't want to film anymore, I don't want to film anymore..."

Pat's eyes instantly turned cold.

He spoke almost word by word, squeezing it out between his teeth:

“Mark, escort this gentleman away. If he needs money, grant him a ten-pound loan so he can experience our service.”

The bald man was instantly gripped by fear, his face turned deathly pale, and he screamed incoherently:

"No! I don't want to borrow money from loan sharks... Please, I have a wife and children, please!"

Reeve watched all of this with a cold eye.

While the bald man is certainly hateful, the true culprits behind this hellish scene are the thugs of the Hyena Gang standing before us.

Pat said a few polite words, both to reassure and to appease the patrons, and the previously subdued atmosphere became lively again.

At this moment, a thug came over to collect payment from Revy. Revy took out the change he had previously exchanged, made up five pounds, and handed it to the thug.

As he paid the auction proceeds, Reeves noticed that Pat's sinister gaze seemed to sweep over him. He pretended not to notice and continued to sit there calmly.