Chapter 133: He's Here, He's Here

Behind the abandoned Jisai factory stood rows of self-built houses, each with a similar format, featuring a 30-square-meter front yard.

Next to the house where Zeng Shen had dropped Barbara off earlier in the day was another self-built, three-story house.

In the first-floor living room of this house, several white-skinned youths with leopard tattoos on their arms and short-cropped hair, giving them a fierce look, were gathered on the sofa playing cards.

In the rooms behind them, one was filled with various medicine bottles emitting sweet aromas, another resembled a private torture chamber with various implements of pleasure, and the remaining rooms, with bunk beds for four, looked like a women's dormitory with clothes, cosmetics, and dressing tables.

However, these rooms were empty.

Only the last room held a girl, her clothes disheveled and battered, crouching in the corner with despair in her eyes. Her thighs, back, and arms bore fresh whip marks, clearly from a recent beating.

Upstairs, the second floor contained individual feminine bedrooms occupied by petite, beautiful young girls who appeared to be on the brink of adulthood.

Among them, a Lolita girl with a delicate face and wearing a black leather outfit stared anxiously out the window at the road in front of the neighboring yard.

In the second-floor hall outside her room, a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, with heavy makeup, smoked irritably, holding a whip in her other hand, occasionally striking the floor.

With each crack of the whip, the blonde girls in the rooms tensed up, as if the whip could land on them at any moment.

After finishing her cigarette and tossing it on the floor, the woman got up and walked into the room of the Lolita girl in black leather by the window.

As she approached the girl, the acrid smoke wafted into the girl's nose, causing her to step back involuntarily.

The older woman, unfazed, said, "Barbara, I brought you from the slums of Mexico to the U.S. I watched you grow from a skinny kid to the most beautiful girl here. I've invested a lot of hope in you. But your first mission was a disappointment. How could you forget to open the bottle and leave it in his car?"

"Panther Sister, please believe me, give me another chance. I really don't want to become a hostess..." the Lolita girl pleaded.

"I can give you one more chance, but will he come back? I doubt he'll show up tonight. Prepare yourself for your debut at the Golden Panther bar tomorrow."

"No, Panther Sister, please, I don't want to go. He'll come back. I don't want to be like them. I have value. I can lure rich young men and extort them," the girl begged, clutching the woman's arm.

"Child, how can I trust you won't forget to open the bottle again or leave it in someone's car, causing such a dangerous situation?"

"Panther Sister, I really..."

"Enough, stop talking. If you behave, you'll suffer less. Don't wait. Rest tonight, and I'll take you over in the morning."

The woman called Panther Sister pulled her hand away and turned to leave the room. At the door, she turned back, her voice cold and warning, "And don't think about running away. You know what happens to those who try to escape. Their fate is worse than Nira's downstairs, who tried to run on her first day."

Barbara shivered at the words, a tear threatening to fall from her eye. She looked around her small room, a cage she'd been confined to since she was young, rarely seeing the outside world.

It felt like a prison, while the world outside seemed unrelated to her.

She longed for a ray of light to pierce the cage, to give her wings and take her away from this shiny but rotten city, divided by class.

Suddenly, a light shone past her window, accompanied by two car horn blasts from the road.

Instantly, she rushed to the window, eyes wide open.

A familiar motorhome had stopped at the gate of the neighboring yard.

Feeling like she'd grabbed a lifeline, she exclaimed, "Panther Sister, he's here. He's here with that motorhome."

"He's here?" Panther Sister hurried to the window, indeed seeing the motorhome parked outside.

Immediately, she instructed, "Go downstairs and bring him to the Golden Panther bar. During the party, I'll have someone spike his drink with the obedience potion. Once he drinks it, lure him to a nearby hotel room. Get him to take a shower, and when he's about to get into bed, we'll burst in and take photos and videos to wake him up."

"Okay, Panther Sister, I understand," Barbara nodded vigorously and ran downstairs.

Panther Sister narrowed her eyes, watching her leave, and said, "This is your last chance. Whether you end up living on the first floor or have your own room upstairs depends on how you handle this."

Barbara paused at the words, then continued silently down to the first floor.

...

Inside the No. 1 Divine Energy Vehicle, Zeng Shen looked puzzled at the self-built house with its wooden railing enclosure.

"It's been ages. Why hasn't the girl come down? No. 1, are you sure we're parked at the right place?"

"Master, I have a route recorder. It confirms we were parked here this morning," No. 1 replied in a mechanical voice.

"Alright, sound the horn twice."

"Beep... Beep..."

After the two horn blasts, there was still no sign of movement from the house, no lights, no open door.

Zeng Shen was puzzled, wondering if the people inside had fled and whether he should teleport inside to check.

Suddenly, an urgent system alert rang in his ear.

[Danger! Danger! A Tier 3 Infernal Deity is approaching. With the host's current strength...]

Ignoring the alert, Zeng Shen looked up to see Barbara appearing in the middle of the road.

Barbara slowly approached the driver's window, speaking in her usual sweet voice, "Big brother, I thought you weren't coming."

"If I didn't come, I wouldn't get to experience the U.S.'s second cultural aspect tonight," Zeng Shen remarked, leaning back with his elbow on the window, looking down at the Lolita girl.

Under the car lights, the girl's delicate collarbone and alluring curves were visible through the V-neck of her tight black leather outfit.

What caught his attention, though, was the slap mark on her previously unblemished face and the dark red whip mark on her inner arm.

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