Trade

After Zhang Tie left the camp, Aurora's cousin Nurdo finally found an opportunity to have a thorough talk with Aurora somewhere secluded.

The two walked one behind the other, roughly two meters apart.

Aurora's attitude remained frosty. Even though she had agreed to speak with Nurdo in private, the air around her had not changed in the slightest—cold, and filled with wariness toward him.

"Here is fine. Whatever you wanted to say, say it now," Aurora said coldly, folding her arms and glancing around.

This place was not far from the camp, and Aurora had great confidence in her own strength, so she was not afraid of Nurdo trying anything. Nurdo was level nine, while Aurora was level ten. At the very least, when facing Nurdo alone, Aurora felt little pressure.

"You like that fellow called Peter?" Knowing Aurora's temperament, Nurdo went straight to the point.

"Who I like is my business. It's not your place to worry about it!" Aurora sneered. "If you dragged me here to talk about such a boring subject, I don't have time to keep you company!"

"Juventus is one of mine. He has already told me everything about Peter in the tribe!" Nurdo's expression was calm as he said this, as if he were discussing some insignificant little matter.

With her mask on, no one could see Aurora's expression, especially in such darkness. But Nurdo still noticed her body tremble slightly. A faint smile touched the corner of his lips. He knew that when speaking with a woman like Aurora, he had to first make her lose her composure before he could achieve his purpose.

"So what?" After a long while, Aurora finally said coldly, "What difference does it make to me whose man Juventus is? As long as he isn't mine, it has