Chapter 89: Showcase Products

Jiang Luo fooled the whole party with two crown cards.

He first made Lu Youyi and Ge Zhu's identity as masters exposed to the public, so that the public would not dare to mess with Lu Youyi, who was a commoner, and then made the two of them protect their two companions as their own slaves, while he took away Lu Youyi's Crown Card, and made Ge Zhu's Crown Card in his hand to be used by the remaining three people.

The eight of them were now unknown and unfamiliar to each other, and no one thought that there would be a rich man exchanging cards with a poor man, or a rich man giving up his cards for the poor man to utilize.

In a game with such dark rules, where everyone is only concerned with their own safety, who cares about others? And who cares about anyone else? And who has nothing to do with anyone else.

And now, Jiang Luo's last scheme has succeeded. The Crown Card in his hand can now be used by someone else.

It's a no-no on the wall, and as long as it's not written, it's okay, right?

The evil spirit gazed at the crown card in front of him.

The subtle sense of dissonance felt earlier finally lifted the fog at this moment.

And he realized, "Ah, so that's it.

So it's here waiting for him.

The dark-haired youth's fingers were round and neat, resting white on the tips of the crown's cocked jewels.

He smirked, "I've given you a choice."

"But our first mate, sir, is always bent on having his own way," he shrugged his shoulders, sighing, and suddenly reaching out to applaud, "and I find your courage in going forward immensely admirable."

This sentence in the ears of the crowd, as if to say, "your stupidity is beyond my comprehension" in general, caused a burst of laughter.

The evil spirit followed suit with a slow chuckle, the corners of his lips raised high, "What to do, I'm a little scared."

He said he was scared, but he didn't look scared at all.

Jiang Luo smiled and put the cards in his hand back into his pocket, turned around and said, "Let's go, Mr. Slave."

The evil spirit said knowingly, "Where to?"

The dark-haired youth looked back at him and trailed off, "To the performance stage to tune you up, of course - my slave."

With a twinkle in her eyes, Chi You gracefully stepped forward to follow.

As he was approaching the stage, an obese woman in a tight red dress blocked Jiang Luo's path. Her fat body was strangled by the dress, and her heavily made-up face salivated as she looked at the blonde man who had been reduced to slavery, "Mister, let me have your slave, name your price."

Jiang Luo's eyebrows raised and he almost burst out laughing. Stifling his laughter, he turned around and tugged on Chi You's tie to pull it to his side, "Ma'am, you're talking about him?"

The tie was yanked so hard that the collar came loose, revealing a small patch of tight skin. The noblewoman stared at this bit of neckline, gulped, and said on the spot, "I'll give you a seven-figure price."

Jiang Luo couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, his chest quivering as he laughed, and his hand shaking as he held his Chi You tie. Hair strands clung to the pure white first officer's uniform on the evil spirit's body, like an exquisite pattern that had been deliberately outlined.

"Seven figures, I didn't think you'd be worth seven figures."

The evil spirit didn't care about such mockery from the dark-haired youth, he swept over Jiang Luo as if he was helpless, but his eyes were horrifyingly scary when he looked at the noblewoman.

After he had laughed enough, Jiang Luo straightened up, unwrapped Chi You's tie with both hands, and said as if displaying a product, "Ma'am, I would also like to make a detailed presentation of my slave."

The tie came off and Jiang Luo undid a few buttons at the collar of the evil spirit, the man's sexy throat knot and collarbone were exposed, Jiang Luo's white fingers nimbly traced from here, "Only from here you can see clearly, this slave's male features are incomparably obvious, with a slender neck and even more perfect shoulder width."

His hand slid downward, "My slave is about 5'9", and as you can see his proportions are among the few good ones among those present. Firmly muscled and extremely well defined, even through his clothes, he feels excellent in his hands and doesn't look like he's lacking in exercise."

Jiang Luo's tone was tinged with playfulness and laughter as the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "Voila, an unbelievably beautiful lamb that will surely fulfill all your needs."

The evil spirit lowered his head, his eyes looking deep into his.

The areas of her body that Jiang Luo had stroked began to burn as if a fire had ruffled them.

The dark-haired youth continued, "Uh-huh? Firm abs too."

Little by little, his hands displayed the virtues of the merchandise. And the dark blonde-haired man he was displaying was barely naked except for a slight mess in his collar. But their every move was a sight to behold, as if they were watching a metaphorical bed scene, gasping for breath and teasing, their hearts beating faster.

A blush of ecstasy appeared on the noblewoman's face, and she followed Jiang Luo's hand with drunken eyes, but her attention finally froze on Jiang Luo's hand.

These bony fingers danced over the man's body like a dance, and after watching them for a long time, it was as if being touched by him was no longer a humiliation, but an extreme pleasure.

Chi You tilted his head slightly, the knot in his throat rolling lightly, a fine sweat sliding down his taut neck, while the dark-haired youth withdrew his hand at that moment.

"Ma'am," the dark-haired youth gazed at the noblewoman with smiling eyes as he sincerely praised, "Your vision is too good, seven figures for him, believe me, you definitely won't lose."

The noblewoman blushed even more at his look and said, lost in thought, "If you like ......"

"But right now, I can't give him to you."

The dark-haired youth interrupted the noblewoman as he wrapped the tie in his hand around Chi You's neck to show off his ownership of the evil spirit, and he laughed sadly, "But you want him, and that's going to have to wait until I get tired of playing with him."

With that, he tugged on the "rope" and led his slave out onto the stage.

The noblewoman's heartbeat intensified as she cupped her face and looked at the dark-haired youth in fascination. Compared to the slave, she now felt even more mesmerized by this master.

Chi You said in a sad tone, "Are you really willing to give me to someone else?"

Jiang Luo yanked on the "rope" in his hand, and Chi You bent down and pressed it against his face.

A human with a heart infested with black hooked up a cold smile and spilled hot, wet spit on the side of the evil spirit's face, "Could you possibly make me happier than a seven figure sum of money?"

In this instant, the shadows under the evil spirit's feet were so excited that they violently and hideously twisted, but his face was still cloaked in human appearance, not revealing any semblance of dissimilarity, and he laughed elegantly and handsomely, "Am I worth this much?"

Jiang Luo looked at him with a smile, not a laugh, and went straight to the waiter.

Soon a chair was moved up to the center of the stage.

Beneath the chasing light, the tall blonde slave was chained to a seat, straps binding his hands and feet. Behind him stood his master, hidden in the darkness wearing a black mask.

"It is an honor to say that the first rich man turned slave has been born, in the person of Mr. Winston, who sits before me."

Jiang Luo put on the black leather gloves handed over by the attendant, and he smiled as he picked up the evil spirit's chin with his riding crop and said in mock surprise, "By the way, slaves are not allowed to wear masks."

The handle of the riding crop in his hand flicked, and the pure white mask on the evil spirit's face abruptly fell to the ground.

The mask rolled a few times until it reached the edge of the stage.

The evil spirit's eyes narrowed slightly at the intense light, and after a long time, he slowly opened them and looked emotionlessly toward the stage.

The deep blue gaze was dark and deep, and seemed to contain some kind of crazy, dark and restless dry wood-like dark fire that was enough to make one spring to one's feet in addition to the fear that instinctively rose up.

There was a cacophony of excitement in the darkness below.

The crowd.

Zhuo Zhongqiu lowered his voice and said in surprise, "Is Jiang Luo really going to temper people?"

Ye Xun looked at the stage and pursed his lips, "He doesn't embarrass people randomly, there's something wrong with this one."

"I know this man," Ge Zhu covered his mouth and darted his eyes around for fear of being seen hanging out with the poor, "He's not a good person. On his first day on board, he harassed Jiang Luo during the inspection, and Jiang Luo complained about him to the captain, but he appeared in front of Jiang Luo again at night to provoke him."

"That's no wonder," Zhuo Zhongqiu nodded understandingly, looking over the man trapped in the chair in disgust, "If it were me, I would have beaten him until he couldn't get up."

Wen Renlian's face was expressionless, "Such a man, Jiang Luo even if he killed him-"

He looked at the Sai Liaoer several people beside him, suddenly cut off the conversation, smiled and stopped talking.

On stage, Jiang Luo puts his finger in front of his lips and shushes.

Surprisingly, the people on the stage actually stopped their chattering voices, and silence returned to the ballroom.

Jiang Luo's black gloved hand took the place of a riding crop as he slid it across the side of the evil spirit's face, "Our Mr. Slave, who has a handsome face and is also our first mate on this ship, looks well-bred and second only to the captain on this ship, an upper class man no doubt."

Chi You said slowly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jiang Luo smiled.

He got up and casually circled around the evil spirit, his riding crop dangling casually over his body, and suddenly lowered his voice and said in a voice that was only the two of them, "Do you know how many other ways I've died without getting my revenge back?"

Without waiting for an answer from the evil spirit, he muttered to himself, "Drowning, fire ...... oh, and a fall."

"In theory, the moment I fell from the high building with you, it was considered a successful counter-killing once, but I'm not very satisfied, " Jiang Luo said, "because that time, I also felt the pain of the fall, and it wasn't an immediate fall to death, and it was all because of you. "

"Three more to go ......"

The evil spirit looked at Jiang Luo, and its slimy and extremely substantial gaze seemed to take off Jiang Luo's clothes as if it were a guest. Instead of getting angry, Jiang Luo laughed. The evil spirit's lust was so intense that it was twisted, making Jiang Luo change from the disgusted but hidden smugness at the beginning to the present, but also a little bit more relaxed and interesting.

Isn't it interesting that Chi You, the ruthless hypocrite from Evil Dead, is obsessed with him?

At least at this point in time, while the evil spirit was bound to his seat and he held the riding crop like a master taming a coyote, the evil spirit's gaze, which seemed to carry sparks of fire but was powerless to do anything about it, was enjoyable to Jiang Luo.

The dark-haired youth was fond of the tiger's mouth, stretching his graceful form and flicking his wrist as the whip flicked against the evil spirit's body.

A seeming whip mark fell across the face, neck, and shirt of the evil spirit.

Jiang Luo seemed to ignore the evil spirits' eyes, yet his every move precisely tantalized the evil spirits' desire. His red lips raised, his footsteps were as sharp as a prairie big cat, and his hand with a cold jade luster flashed in the darkness every now and then before dropping a bright red whip.

The evil spirit finally opened his mouth, his voice an unexpected low rasp, "You're always extraordinarily different when you're with me."

A whip was thrown hard at his body, a whip that was all but unlike those before it, even tearing through the well-textured clothes on the evil spirit's body.

His master put his arm over his shoulder and said coldly, "When did I give you permission to speak?"

"Sorry," Evil Ghost stifled a laugh, "I was just waxing lyrical."

"And," he said meaningfully as he leaned back comfortably in the back of his chair, Yu Guang tracing the dark-haired youth's figure, "you should know that pain like this is nothing to me."

Playfully, "Like the drowning, the fire, and the fall you mentioned."

He knew that saying so would only make Jiang Luo more angry and usher in even more punishment, but Chi You said it anyway. He said it with a lot of gusto and ridicule.

But Jiang Luo was not angry, he calmly strangled Chi You's neck with his riding crop, "You are right. But you seem to have gotten one thing wrong."

"I'll kill you, not because you're in pain, but to see if I'm high."

The evil spirit was surprised, then he nodded fervently, "Makes sense."

"--But I think there's a method of pain that you don't seem to have experienced."

The evil spirit wandered in and asked, "Such as?"

"e.g. ......"

The black-haired youth drew out a knife at some point and abruptly nailed it to the wooden seat through the gap between Chi You's legs. The blade of the knife grazed the key area, and the cold light clanked.

"Like, castrate you."