Uncle Hu brought Wenwu to a building.

"You few stay downstairs. Boys, you two follow me."

Wenwu and Silver followed Uncle Hu inside. To Wenwu, this wasn't even a proper building—just an abandoned construction site. Tables and sofas were scattered sparsely. Groups of people sat smoking, their eyes fixed on Wenwu.

"Follow me upstairs."

Wenwu kept close behind Uncle Hu.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Boss, I've brought the kid."

Wenwu startled. He hadn't realized Uncle Hu wasn't the top of the Hunters Guild; someone stood above him.

"Good. Come in."

A woman's voice? Could the Hunters Guild leader be female? Wenwu had always pictured such leaders as burly, imposing men.

Uncle Hu opened the door and nodded inside, signaling Wenwu to enter.

Wenwu stepped in. The room was large but bare. A canopy-shrouded bed hid its interior. A coffee table overflowed with liquor bottles. A sofa was buried under clothes.

"Xiao Hu, well done. I trust you with everything. What reward do you want?"

"Oh no, Boss! I always finish your tasks," Uncle Hu's tone shifted completely, fawning like a dog. "For the reward... may I have one of your discarded toys?"

"Hahaha, easy. Pick whichever you like."

"Thank you, Boss! Thank you!" Uncle Hu bowed repeatedly, then hurried out, leaving Wenwu and Silver alone.

"Kid, I lead the Hunters Guild. The streets call me Black Scorpion. My real name? Forgotten long ago. My men say you ruined a deal. On the black market, it was worth eight thousand gold coins. Not a small sum. So—what now?"

Eight thousand gold coins? Pure extortion. But Wenwu had no leverage; he had to let them set the price.

"Worst case, I'll pay you eight thousand."

"Hahaha! Kid, you're adorable. Fine—if you produce eight thousand now, we're even."

They clearly counted on Wenwu lacking that sum immediately.

"Right now... I don't have..."

"Hmph. Don't blame me for not offering chances."

Wenwu had seen this套路 on TV—impossible demands masked as opportunities.

"Just say it. What do you want?"

"Simple. Cut off whichever body part you think is worth eight thousand coins. Of course, I decide its value."

The figure on the bed pulled back the canopy and sat up. Wenwu finally saw the Hunters Guild leader. She looked thirty-ish. His gaze dropped: Black Scorpion wore almost nothing, covering only essentials. Her breasts were the most magnificent he'd ever seen—so ample D, E, or F cups couldn't describe them.

Wait—wasn't she alone? Two others? Two naked rabbit-eared girls!

One wore a collar and leash,趴 on the bed. The other was bound and blindfolded. Wenwu recognized that binding style only from certain films. It was... stimulating.

Connecting Uncle Hu's words, Wenwu wondered: were these the "toys"? Was Black Scorpion into yuri?

"Well? Decided which part to cut... hmm?" Black Scorpion's eyes locked onto Silver behind Wenwu. "You!" She crooked a finger.

Silver didn't move. She hid deeper behind Wenwu.

"I love defiant ones. They're more fun to train." Black Scorpion wasn't angry—she seemed thrilled.

"They arrived like you," she said, pointing at the bound girl. "Now they're like this." She squeezed the girl's breast hard. The girl showed no pain—only pleasure, clearly unsatisfied.

If Silver served Black Scorpion, Wenwu believed she'd enjoy such training. A willing trainer, a willing trainee—the masochist world baffled him.

"Deal, kid: give me this silver fox plus one finger. We'll call it even."

Whoa. If it were just Silver, Wenwu might have considered it. But a finger? No. He weighed how to refuse without provoking her.

Mistaking his hesitation for agreement, Black Scorpion signaled the collared rabbit-eared girl. The girl crawled on all fours to Wenwu, dagger in teeth—like a broken dog. She dropped it at his feet and crawled back.

"Do it."

"Um... Miss Black Scorpion, I won't accept this deal. And my servant wouldn't agree either."

"Oh? Negotiations failed. And you won't do it yourself?"

Black Scorpion's smile vanished. She stepped off the bed barefoot. With a flick, the dagger flew into her hand.

"Choose. Hand? Foot? Or..." Her gaze settled on Wenwu's crotch.

Wenwu covered himself and stepped back.

"Since you won't—"

Before she finished, she slashed. Silver, a beastkin, yanked Wenwu's clothes back. They dodged, but his right sleeve tore. Unharmed—but without Silver, his arm would be gone.

Black Scorpion's speed was blinding. Wenwu saw nothing.

"Oh my, quick reflexes. No wonder you treasure her. Let's see how many times you save him."

Bang!

As Black Scorpion raised her blade again, the door crashed open.

"Yo, Scorpion! Found treasure and didn't tell your brothers?"