"Holy shit, she really is a slave!
You sure know how to amuse yourself, but what use do I have for a woman? My Zhou estate is swarming with servants and maids. The people waiting on me could line up from the east end of the city to the west. I certainly don't need another!
Get lost already! Stop blocking everyone else from placing their bets and getting in the way of their fortunes!"
Zhou Duoduo waved impatiently, her face brimming with disdain, as though the person before her was not a peerlessly beautiful female cultivator but an annoying horsefly buzzing about that she wanted to shoo away at once.
She had no interest whatsoever in rescuing this woman. The world's tangled webs of love, hatred, grudges, and debts were far too complicated; she had no way of knowing whether this woman was good or evil, or what grievances lay behind her plight.
There were countless tragic fates in the world. How could she possibly look after every one?
Besides, she had never been some philanthropist overflowing with compassion, but the notorious Zhou Bully. Not taking the initiative to oppress others was already the utmost kindness on her part. Why would she meddle in something like this?
"Senior Sister Zhou, I..."
Seeing his hopes of placing a bet about to crumble, the man still refused to give up and tried to plead his case again. But before he could get the words out, the angry shouts rising behind him cut him off.
A finely dressed young talent squeezed through the crowd, shouting impatiently:
"Hey, you up front! Take your woman away already! Stop standing in front of the betting table and getting in the way. We're still waiting to place our bets and rake in the money!"
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