(First update)
As she spoke, the guide even struck a pose that made one's blood surge, as though as long as Yang Ming nodded, she would let him do whatever he wanted with her.
Yang Ming was no longer a novice, and furthermore, he knew the true nature of people in Slaughter City very well. He chuckled softly and refused:
"No need, you should just help me find a place to stay instead. Of course, before that, take me to the Hell Slaughter Arena first, as I want to go there and have a look."
A flash of disappointment crossed the guide's pretty eyes.
She hadn't seen a wealthy and generous sugar daddy who was young and handsome like Yang Ming in a very long time. She had originally thought she could use her feminine charms to drain his wallet, but she hadn't expected the other party to be so cautious—or perhaps he had the desire in his upper body, but no way in his lower body?
Shaking her head slightly, the black-veiled girl swept the wild thoughts from her mind, and then said with a solemn expression:
"You just arrived in Slaughter City, and you plan to go to the Hell Slaughter Arena? Won't you reconsider?"
"You must know that place is a graveyard. Many people go in every year, but less than a tenth of them come out alive. That place is also the easiest place for our Slaughter City to lose population."
"Although everyone is required to enter the Hell Slaughter Arena once a year, as long as they can pass a single battle, they can live in Slaughter City for another year. However, most people avoid that place like the plague, only dragging it out until the end of the year to go in, or else