Chapter 722: Chapter 504, Cliched Dog-Blood Drama_3
These people were all cunning, seasoned veterans; no one could force them to do anything they didn’t want to do.
They only came because they were promised greater benefits than what Belisis City offered.
He dismissed the men’s pleas with a wave of his hand and turned his gaze to the maid behind them.
Compared to these old fellows, seeing this maid surprised Fang Hao.
When Fang Hao first met her, she was a simple, unpretentious girl with a charming smile.
He didn’t know why she ended up here.
“Stacey, why are you here? Tell me,” Fang Hao shifted his gaze back to the maid.
When Fang Hao mentioned the name ‘Stacey’…
Rebecca didn’t believe it. She said that she had bought Stacey when she was very young.
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Stacey had always been obedient and well-behaved and would never betray her.
But it seems that Rebecca was mistaken. Stacey’s presence here spoke volumes.
The maid turned ashen, clenching her jaw in prolonged silence before finally divulging her story.
Being of humble birth, she naturally wouldn’t have had the chance to interact with the likes of Groot.
The last time, when Hubert and Groot went to Lyss City…
During their stay in the city, she accidentally shattered one of Hubert’s belongings and was ordered to compensate for it.
It was then that Groot defended her, paying a hefty sum as compensation.
Stacey was grateful to Groot.
Combining Groot’s cunning manipulation of women, he ended up becoming intimate with her.
Afterwards, Groot used her to identify Rebecca.
He lavished her with noble luxuries and exerted pressure through his own status.
Eventually, he persuaded her. Shortly after Rebecca’s departure, she followed the minister of internal affairs here.
Everything unfolded like an old-fashioned soap opera.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m so sorry,” Stacey said.
All the maids around Rebecca possessed some basis of knowledge.
Once they calmed down, they realized that Groot was using her, and whether she would survive afterward was uncertain.
But by then, she was already in too deep with no way out.
A seasoned noble like Groot…
Luring a girl under twenty was just too easy for him.
The whole thing about compensating for Hubert’s expensive item was just part of a staged performance.
She had ultimately fallen into their trap.
But in this era, it seemed there was nothing a servant like her could do.
If a noble wished to kill you, he might not even bother seeking an excuse.
After hearing her reasons…
Fang Hao glanced at his wristwatch.
It was 10:20 at night.
He shot a glance at the Lionheart Knights nearby.
Everyone understood the gesture.
Plop, plop!!!
Their mouths were covered, their throats slit.
Stacey, terrified, stumbled and collapsed onto the ground. She wanted to scream but couldn’t muster the courage to.
Hugging her head with her arms, she trembled.
How Stacey would be dealt with now that she had been brought to Rebecca was not his concern.
The remaining individuals gradually ran out of energy, struggling and whining in fear.
A sickening scent of fresh blood permeated the room as the struggling slowly came to an end.
Fang Hao casually put a box of gold coins into his storage space, saying, “Bury the bodies in this room. When you leave, make sure no one sees you.”
“Yes, sir.” Everyone began to dig in the room.
Meanwhile, Fang Hao led Anjia and the somewhat limp maid out of the civilian district.
…
11 o’clock at night.
The core area of Silver Wing City.
This was the city’s famous noble district, where property could not simply be bought with money.
If you wanted to live here, aside from an astronomical price, you needed a certain status.
A mansion.
Inside the luxurious hall…
The floor was covered with a extravagant carpet, and a grand Nightstone chandelier lit up the room brightly.
In the middle of the room was a colossal table, on which sat glasses of wine steeped with unknown substance.
Groot sat quietly at the table.
While sipping his wine, he locked his gaze on the woman in the middle of the room, standing barefoot on the opulent carpet.
The woman had long black hair and wore a white gauze gown.
She danced barefoot on the carpet.
Her obscure parts, hidden beneath the gauze, would fleetingly appear as she danced. Her movements were tantalizing; her allure was incessantly tantalizing the man’s libido.
Groot swirled his wine glass, his eyes fixated hungrily on the woman who danced before him, his yearning evident in his eyes.
He took a big gulp.
“Strip!”