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"Oh, Morpheus, still so dedicated!"
The sharp voice of the woman made Morpheus furrow his brows involuntarily.
"I've brought something good for you today!"
Before the words could land, Morpheus had already noticed the girl they had brought along.
For some reason, his heart trembled slightly at the sight of her. This street was both the most bustling and the
dirtiest in Flinge. He had never seen a girl daring enough to wear a long white dress on this street.
Wasn't she afraid of getting dirty?
As it turned out, just like Fat Jim had said, she was an outsider, unaware of the dangers lurking in these murky
waters.
Kourtney Moon took a few steps forward, her eyes glued to Morpheus' well-built muscles. She smiled cryptically, her
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthips sashaying like a serpent.
Clad in a striking dress that was fitted to her figure and paired with her bold makeup and fragrance, she exuded a
compelling aura.
Her gaze roamed over Morpheus' form. As the most famous madam in this area, she always thought she was
invincible among men. However, she hadn't expected to hit a wall with Morpheus.
From the very first glance, she had been captivated by this handsome, rugged, and masculine slayer of the boxing
ring. No matter what tricks she pulled, though, Morpheus simply ignored her. In frustration, she spread the rumor
that Morpheus was all show and no substance, incapable of performing.
Men took such matters more seriously than their lives, but strangely, Morpheus seemed unaffected by these
rumors.
This surprised Kourtney. Could it be that she hit the nail on the head?
Hence, the scene unfolding now.
She brought the beautiful girl and handed her over to Fat Jim for him to test Morpheus.
Morpheus casually wrapped bandages around his hand, his voice low. "Kourtney, thanks for thinking of me, but take
this girl back where you got her. There seems to be a crackdown on law and order in Flinge recently. Don't get
yourself into trouble at this time."
"Oh, so you care about me?"
"I care about myself." Morpheus looked at her with a smirk. "In case this underground arena also gets targeted,
where would I go to earn money?"
"You..." Kourtney glared at Fat Jim, who understood her intentions and directly pushed the girl into Morpheus' arms.
"Go on, go on! Finish this match quickly and spend a wonderful night with her! Morpheus, don't be ungrateful.
Kourtney has never cared for anyone like this!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFat Jim squinted with a sinister smile, seeming eager for the drama.
Morpheus remained expressionless.
In this place, there was no humanity left. People became like animals, driven solely by instinct.
"It seems Morpheus doesn't want this girl." Kourtney laughed disinterestedly, swaying her hips as she turned to
leave. "I'll take her back then. Check her out. She seems like a virgin. I could find a wealthy client to deflower her!"
Morpheus suddenly paused amidst packing his things.
He caught a glimpse of the two men Kourtney had brought trying to grab the girl. Even though her eyes were
covered, and her white dress was a little dirty, she let them tug at her without a single reaction.
She wasn't panicking or flustered. Her mouth wasn't gagged, yet she didn't utter a sound. Even her fair hands
remained clenched, like a small creature prepared to strike at any moment.
Something in Morpheus' heart was struck. A thought popped up subconsciously—he couldn't let those dirty hands
touch this pristine dress.
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