The decrepit wooden door was pushed open from within, and ten men of varying builds filed out of the cramped room.
Some were disheveled, some wore tattered clothes, all of them looking like beggars from the slums.
Yet without exception, every one of their grotesque faces now bore a satisfied grin, exposing rows of large yellow teeth.
"Gentlemen, were you satisfied with the young lady inside?"
Seeing this, the Madam waiting outside twisted her bloated body as she went up to greet them.
"Hahahaha! Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!"
"Who would've thought that the lofty Hell Envoy would one day pleasure lowly men like us beneath our crotches? Hahahaha!"
"Exactly! Tsk, tsk, that figure, that expression... Hahahaha!"
"I'm glad you gentlemen enjoyed yourselves."
"And it's all thanks to Lord Silver Masked Butcher for capturing her, allowing you such good fortune."
"So, one cup of Yellow Springs Dew each wasn't too expensive, was it?"
"Not expensive! Not expensive!"
At the mention of Silver Masked Butcher's fearsome name, the little schemes in the ten men's hearts instantly vanished without a trace.
Forcing down the reluctance on their faces, they savored the memory for a moment before readily handing over ten steaming cups of fresh blood.
The Madam immediately beamed with delight, a gleam flashing through her pupils as her hands swiftly accepted them one by one.
"Take care, gentlemen. Come back and play again next time!"
Then, turning to see another line of Fallen Ones packed outside her door, their eyes filled with lust, the greed in her gaze toward the figure inside gradually deepened.
"Send two people in and hurry up to wash our Lady Hell Envoy clean. The next batch of customers can hardly wait!"
As the two old women approached her, Hu Liena's eyes remained vacant, without the slightest intention of