Xu Xiuyi's face turned pale when she saw it, and she couldn't help but said angrily: "Are you using people as prey?!"
These people are crazy!
The clown butler was not angry at all, and said leisurely: "Animals will only run around when they are hunted. How can they be compared to people who will find ways to dodge and cooperate when they are hunted. Of course, hunting people brings excitement and fun!"
As he said that, he smiled——
"What's more, most of these people voluntarily sold themselves as 'prey' or were sold by their families. A group of refugees from Northeast Xinjiang. If they didn't rely on us to survive, they would have died long ago. We are just doing business to make money, not shabby!"
Xu Xiuyi wanted to say something else, but Ming Lanruo held her wrist down.
She winked at Xu Xiuyi, and then asked Youyou: "It costs one thousand taels to become a hunter. Two thousand taels for the two of us, right?"
The clown butler was startled: "But the game has already begun. You two want to be hunters. If you don't wait for the next game, we have prepared a total of three hunting feasts today."
Ming Lanruo said calmly: "Six thousand taels!"
Then the clown butler stayed and tripled the price?!
He immediately changed his face and said with a smile: "Invite your distinguished guests quickly!!"
Ming Lanruo glanced at Jing He, who expressionlessly took out the banknotes from his sleeve, counted six and handed them to the buffoon butler.
Ming Lanruo and Xu Xiuyi were escorted to the front of the hunting ground by the housekeeper, and were respectfully welcomed into the hunting ground.
Xu Xiuyi's eyes turned red. She couldn't help but pull Ming Lanruo's sleeves and lowered her voice: "Sister... do you want to save the people inside? The people in the black market will not agree."
When she came here for the first time, she never saw such a bloody and cruel "deal".
But while she was angry and sad, she also vaguely understood that it was useless to try to save those people with such passion and courage.
The black market, the black market, deals with bloody, cruel and shady things.
Legal "killing" is their signature, how could they let Ming Lanruo take away all the "prey"?
"I have my own reasons. I remember you said that your bow and arrow are very accurate and you should act according to the opportunity." Ming Lanruo patted the back of her hand.
Her eyes became colder as she looked at the people running and screaming inside.
Human life is worth less than that of animals... Is the situation in Northeast Xinjiang already so tragic?
Xu Xiuyi nodded. She was in confusion. She didn't know what Minglan wanted to do, but she was willing to follow Minglanruo in!
Ming Lanruo and his party of four entered the hunting ground. Not far away, a tall figure wearing a black blood-moon cloak embroidered with scarlet and half a Shura fang mask suddenly stopped and cast a sharp, cold gaze at their backs.
"What's the matter, sir?" The people surrounding him also stopped.
Next to him, a Sudanese orchid with chestnut hair and blue eyes, wearing enchanting clothes, exposing her snow-white thighs, and covering her face with a bead curtain, asked sweetly while shaking her peacock fan.
She almost wanted to lean into the man's chest, but she didn't dare to really get close to his arms.
The man in the Shura mask had a cold and unpredictable aura. He turned a blind eye to the beauty in front of him. He only pursed his thin scarlet lips and said indifferently: "It's nothing. I probably saw the wrong person."
How could his little girl appear here?
After saying that, he led his guards and walked directly to the auction house in the distance.
Hu Ji looked at his straightened back with disappointment and hummed: "My lord is always so indifferent."
"But don't you just like the indifference of that adult?" Another tall Sudanese man with curly hair and a mask smiled at her.
Hu Ji licked her plump red lips: "Your Excellency is charming everywhere, whether it's his temperament or his body."
"What a pity, you know!" The curly-haired man smiled evilly and stretched out his arms to hug her slender waist.
Hu Ji pushed him away and snorted: "So what? It's not like I haven't served you before in the Sultan's harem."
In the black market, no matter who you are, you are a customer, and you can only be called a "distinguished guest".
There is only one person who can be called "Sir" by the people above.
"Tsk, don't make that adult angry. The woman who served him last time had her hands and feet broken and was thrown out." The curly-haired man kindly reminded Hu Ji.
Hu Ji rolled her eyes: "I am the deputy manager of the auction house, and I am different from those lowly things!"
After that, she twisted her plump body and swayed her people to chase the man wearing the Shura mask in front of her: "Sir, wait for me." This chapter has been completed!
