Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

There are no rules or restrictions at the Anunnos Dungeon Auction. As long as you have money, you can buy whatever you want.

At the end of the grand auction, the guests sitting in the audience were not simple, including the most vicious top killers, the serial killers hunted by the FBI, and the wealthy but impoverished aristocrats.

Money, sin, profit.

The abyss is a dark place without any light and filled with murderous intentions.

In this packed, noisy, dark red No. 1 trading floor, only the first row of seats was empty, waiting for more important guests to arrive.

For example, under the attention of the whole audience, there was Elder, the master of the dungeon, who was surrounded by Winslow and the assassination team, and Wen Zhu, who was pushed in by Zheng Yi in a wheelchair. The external explanation was always that Wen Zhu was injured in an operation, but smart people had guessed the reason and became more loyal to Winslow, which made Wen Zhu very unhappy.

Wen Zhu's situation looked very bad. It was obvious that even with Elder's protection, Winslow, who was gaining more and more say in the fighting arena, still made him suffer.

He lowered his head and only raised it when he passed by Elder, staring at Winslow with gloomy eyes, so sharp that he wanted to tear him into pieces.

Wen Zhu hated Winslow, of course. Especially after she discovered that Winslow deliberately avoided feminine facial features as he grew up, and became less and less like his mother, she regretted bringing Winslow here even more.

What's even more bizarre is that since receiving the news that Jinchen has returned, every time he tries to kill Winslow, he always recalls the horrific scene of Jinchen's disappearance that day in his nightmares.

Wen Zhu was tortured to the point of being emaciated and dying, and the resentment in his heart grew day by day, distorting him beyond recognition.

"Even if I die...I will kill you."

Wen Zhu half lowered his head and muttered to himself. He didn't look like the person in charge of the fighting arena at all. Instead, he looked like a decayed old man who was about to die.

When Zheng Yi, who was pushing a wheelchair behind Wen Zhu, heard this, he glanced at Winslow behind Elder without any reaction, and a deep look flashed across his eyes.

When Winslow, who was keenly aware of the gaze, looked over, he quickly looked away and waved nonchalantly to Yun Ran who was sitting and waiting in the corner.

There were only ten minutes left before the auction began, and there was an empty seat opposite Elder.

But the distinguished guests from the previous few sessions have all arrived, and the guests below are also guessing who the last one left is.

Until they saw the man coming out of the secret door and taking the main seat with Mr. Wei Xun, the head of the trading floor.

"My God, is that Dorogo?! He's still alive?"

"You are right... My God, Elder was not able to kill him. Dorogo came back for revenge!"

In the past, Elder killed his own daughter and son-in-law in order to gain complete control of the dungeon, but Dorogo did not die!

This was an auction called revenge - they soon realized it and became excited. The manic factor in their blood seemed to be ignited as they cheered for Dorogo's arrival.

Only Winslow's attention was not on Dorogo.

He stood in the VIP seat, his pupils suddenly shrinking as he stared at the tall man in a windbreaker who followed Dorogo in, and a shudder that was almost like panic ran up his spine.

Even though he was wearing a mask, even though it was clearly visible that the face underneath the mask did not belong to Jinchen, and perhaps it was some special human skin mask or something, but Winslow was absolutely sure.

The man who exuded nobility in his every move and looked like a regular customer of the auction house was the brother who should have been waiting for him in the house.

why.

Winslow couldn't think of any way Jinchen could escape, but he still sneaked away without anyone knowing.

After realizing that he might not be able to keep Jinchen at bay, Winslow's face turned pale. The undercurrent of possessiveness in his heart turned into a huge wave, violently crashing into his reason.

And Jinchen was still talking to another man he didn't know at all.

"I will lead them away first, but you must try to delay the auction as much as possible. It is best not to give the Fighting King a chance to make a move."

Dorogo's assistant Porter said this, and he tilted his head and moved a little closer to avoid being discovered by some wanted criminals at the guest stand.

Jinchen hummed, and soon noticed the gaze staring at him. He turned his gaze back and met Winslow's. The corners of his lips that were not blocked by the mask raised, and he shook his head slightly to signal Winslow not to mess around.

At this time, Dorogo had already brought them to the top. On the circular auction table, Dorogo and Elder sat opposite each other, looking at each other, and both wanted to kill each other.

"Winslow, do you know the person on the other side?" Elder asked suddenly, turning back to look at Winslow with a look that implied a different kind of danger.

He couldn't accept that Winslow would work for Dorogo unless the "brave" boy wanted to leave his life in the dungeon completely.

"do not know."

Winslow said this with some difficulty, but even Zheng Yi could tell that something was wrong with his unusual condition.

I guess only that Sigmund could cause such a big reaction from Winslow.

Zheng Yi thought so and looked over with a sense of schadenfreude, but he did not see that person.

Just then, Winslow suddenly whispered something to Elder and walked across the street a few minutes before the auction started.

People of all kinds were making a lot of noise and noise under the auction table. The thugs and wanted criminals who recognized Winslow were attracted by the noise and looked in the direction he was walking.

[Oh my, Xiao Luo looks very angry, host.] Ling Gungun's tone was somewhat meaningful, and it was obvious that he had anticipated what his dear host would experience.

To be honest, Jinchen didn't know what Winslow wanted to do by coming here now, and he might even ruin Dorogo's plan.

But he still stood up, and the next moment Winslow forcibly took off his mask, revealing a strange face that no one recognized.

"Sir, do we know each other?" Gentleman Jinchen smiled, his eyes flashing slightly.

The hand hanging by his side squeezed Winslow's palm imperceptibly, as if flirting with him or comforting him.

Even if they were being watched by so many people, it was very likely that one movement would lead to their identity being exposed.

Winslow gritted his teeth, his remaining rationality telling him that he should cooperate with Jinchen.

He should be more obedient. His brother always has things he wants to do.

The bad thing was that Winslow clearly felt that he didn't have much rationality left, only surging and burning emotions.

If the occasion wasn't wrong, Winslow would have wanted to bury himself in Jinchen's arms for comfort and kisses.

Well, now he can only find another way to ask for it.

"We know each other now."

Winslow said in a low, hoarse voice, suddenly grabbed Jinchen's neck and pressed him against him, while tilting his head back and biting Jinchen's lips.

Winslow kissed her hard, eagerly even, not holding back at all, his teeth knocking against her lips.

The moment their lips collided, Jinchen tasted blood, which should be his own. Winslow sucked it hard a few times without any hesitation, causing her to feel a little numb.

Jinchen hissed, with a slightly nasal tone, sounding relaxed and lazy, and his arms were loosely wrapped around Winslow's waist, pressing down like a punishment.

"My dear, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Jinchen smiled and whispered in his ear, with a slightly raised ending tone, which made the back of Winslow's neck numb, ambiguous and affectionate.

So what if they found out.

Winslow snorted lightly and did not respond to Jinchen's question. Instead, he took a half step back and let go of him, looking a little arrogant with his chin raised.

"I'm attracted to you."

Winslow said this in front of everyone, suppressing his coldness and displeasure. He scraped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingertips and smiled at Jinchen with an ambiguous meaning, "You are very much to my taste."

How many people from Dorog around Jinchen:? ?

After a brief surprise, they looked at Jinchen with some sympathy, as if he had cuckolded them.

Jinchen: "..."

"My pleasure." Jinchen even put a business card in Winslow's chest pocket and stroked his collarbone in a flirtatious manner before withdrawing his hand.

Winslow turned back to Elder, his expression still grim.

Zheng Yi on the opposite side was dumbfounded.

He looked Winslow up and down several times.

This guy called Sigmund brother and forbade him to look at others, but he ended up playing so wildly.

I knew Winslow was not a good person, Zheng Yi thought seriously.