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Morpheus gazed incredulously at Persephone.
What was she saying? Best hunters? Appearing as prey? It sounded like a joke!
Those people's noses were keener than dogs in a place like this. They didn't care if one were a hunter or prey. As
long as they smelled money on one, they would resort to all sorts of brutal means to drain one's last drop of blood.
"Unfortunately, you've got it wrong." Morpheus looked coldly at her. "The person you're looking for might not be on
this street. At least I haven't heard that name."
"Could it be... Greta changed her name?" Persephone speculated. "What do girls sold here usually do?"
Morpheus frowned, staring at her as if she were clueless. No, she probably wasn't clueless. To speak of excellent
hunters appearing as prey and maintaining calmness in danger? Such courage wasn't something an ordinary girl
possessed. Perhaps in her world, she was clever, even from an elite background.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, this was a quagmire, a bottomless, dirty pit.
Falling into this world, she was destined for doom.
"What do you think?" Morpheus' voice was icy. "The one who abducted you earlier, that woman's Kourtney Moon.
She's a famous madam in the red-light district. The fat guy, Jim Liddell, has some influence in the underground
arena. Do you think helpless girls could step into the ring?"
Persephone was stunned, and her eyes dimmed.
"Women who can't enter the ring to fight will have to end up in men's beds!"
Persephone's face paled, and she held her left wrist with her right hand.
Morpheus moved closer, his body's scorching heat almost touching her face.
He noticed a red string of a bracelet tied around her left wrist. This kind of red string represented a lifelong
commitment in the border areas. Could it be... she already had someone in her heart?
Morpheus' face fell, an inexplicable sense of jealousy churning in him. He moved closer, his hands resting on the
sofa's armrests. His nose almost touched her forehead.
Persephone instinctively leaned back, and her heart beat erratically.
"Your friend has been in a dangerous situation since being sold to a place like this." Morpheus' voice was low. "If you
still want to find her, be prepared for similar circumstances."
Persephone bit her lip, refusing to show any fear.
Quietly, she repeatedly rubbed the small decoration on the red string. In reality, it was a chip used to communicate
with her bodyguards. However, no matter how she tried, there was no response.
She regretted her impulsiveness and recklessness. She thought that growing up in a family like the Hamertons had
exposed her to enough of the world, enough to handle herself in a place like Flinge. She forgot that no matter how
much of the world she had seen, it was only one side of it. She had been too confident and arrogant.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What's wrong?" Morpheus looked at her lowered eyes, his voice tinged with mockery. "Are you afraid now?"
"I... I want to leave this place." After a long silence, Persephone spoke slowly. "Can you help me?"
Morpheus was shocked again, looking at her as if she were a fool. "What do you think this place is? An amusement
park?"
"I can give you money!"
"I don't need money."
"I can also give you status. You're a fighter, right? Fighting in the underground arena, you earn a lot but also face
life-threatening risks! If I help you get out of this environment, will you help me leave?"
Morpheus straightened up, speechless.
"Bro, you're not a saint. There must be something you want in this world, right? Just name it, and I'll..."
"I want the moon. Can you pluck it for me?" Morpheus snorted. "This world isn't as simple as you think, at least not
Flinge."
Persephone lowered her head in silence.
Morpheus glanced at her. Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she staunchly held them back.
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